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accomplished.
Mom finally grinned down at Angie. “You just
think you’re so cute, don’t you?” She bent a kiss to Angie’s
forehead, drew back. “Well, you’re right.” She paused for a beat,
staring at Angie’s smile. Then spun around and stepped her long
legs across the floor like a runway model, heading to a shopping
bag near the door.
All that time and I hadn’t even noticed the
bag. Gazing at it, I began to realize it was from that new store.
Even the bag was delightful; purple flowered and pink with little
rope handles. The kind of bag that held the dreams that could cure
any nightmare.
Mom crouched, snatched it up, wheeled around
and clicked her way back to us while saying, “I knew you two would
be here this weekend so I picked up something for you girls from
that new store, Angel’s Closet.” She pulled out one garment,
stepped to Angie.
The suspense tugged at me.
She’d pulled out the cutest little
peach-colored bikini bottoms I’d ever seen. I hustled over to Mom,
reached out and touched it, rubbed the smooth fabric between two
fingers.
Angie politely took it and held it up with a
smile of gratitude. “Oh, that’s so cute, Mom. My favorite color.
Thank you.”
My eyes went to the bag, Mom, the bag,
Mom.
“Don’t worry, Ellie,” said Mom. She reached
into the bag, pulled out another. “I picked out your favorite color
too.”
Didn’t mean to, but I snatched it from
her.
Pink fabric glistened before my eyes. I
rubbed it into my cheek while saying, “Oh, Mom, thank you so much,”
then hugged her with bikini in hand.
“You’re welcome, honey.”
After the hug, I reached out and displayed my
new bikini with both hands, eyes on Vyn. “What do you think? Do you
like it?”
Standing before the table, Vyn sent a
sideways glance to Mom, back to me. “Yeah,” he said. “It’s
nice.”
Nice? I knew what he meant, though. His wings
twitched, face blushed. Yeah, he knew it was much more than nice,
and it was mine.
Mom said, “Would you girls like to try them
out. Let’s go for a swim.”
I tossed a look down to Angie. “Let’s go,
sis, please?”
Angie grinned, pushed from her chair.
“Don’t forget the matching top,” Mom
said.
Oh my Source.
Mom pulled out the tops. The pink one was in
my hot little hands in a tick of time and I streaked across the
room and out the door before anyone could say another word.
****
Crystal-clear pool water sparkled with
sunlight, my body immersed in the liquid show. I stood waist deep,
amazed at how a little piece of fabric could make me feel a few
years older. The previous awakening words of my Dad played a part
in this feeling. Even though I’d tried to put the nightmare out of
my mind, persistent images still floated through.
When I bent my knees, leaned back and lowered
my head under the surface, muffled silence came, then the voice.
Rough, unrecognizable. Avian vocals scratched at my mind. The raspy
sound sent jolts of panic through me. Then the sound dissolved as I
came up from the depths.
Mental note: Don’t go under water.
Belly on the surface, I pulled through the
liquid, making my way to the center of the pool, water sliding over
my tucked-back wings as my feet fluttered.
After reaching the center fountain, I stood
gazing up at the concrete angel. His widespread white wings, arms
outstretched, hands reaching to the sky and spraying water in a
looping shower. Sucking a drip of water off my lip, I palmed my wet
hair back, and remembered the fountain from childhood. It was
always there whenever I needed answers, just a kid thing. What
could I ask it now? The child was long gone so the concrete angel
wouldn’t have known the answer anyway. Didn’t matter.
The secret was out.
Another question did come to mind as I eyed
up at the angel: Does Vyn love me?
Fountain sounds hissed and splashed through
the mist of chlorine air, as I thought of everyone, instances where
there might have been hints. One memory
accomplished.
Mom finally grinned down at Angie. “You just
think you’re so cute, don’t you?” She bent a kiss to Angie’s
forehead, drew back. “Well, you’re right.” She paused for a beat,
staring at Angie’s smile. Then spun around and stepped her long
legs across the floor like a runway model, heading to a shopping
bag near the door.
All that time and I hadn’t even noticed the
bag. Gazing at it, I began to realize it was from that new store.
Even the bag was delightful; purple flowered and pink with little
rope handles. The kind of bag that held the dreams that could cure
any nightmare.
Mom crouched, snatched it up, wheeled around
and clicked her way back to us while saying, “I knew you two would
be here this weekend so I picked up something for you girls from
that new store, Angel’s Closet.” She pulled out one garment,
stepped to Angie.
The suspense tugged at me.
She’d pulled out the cutest little
peach-colored bikini bottoms I’d ever seen. I hustled over to Mom,
reached out and touched it, rubbed the smooth fabric between two
fingers.
Angie politely took it and held it up with a
smile of gratitude. “Oh, that’s so cute, Mom. My favorite color.
Thank you.”
My eyes went to the bag, Mom, the bag,
Mom.
“Don’t worry, Ellie,” said Mom. She reached
into the bag, pulled out another. “I picked out your favorite color
too.”
Didn’t mean to, but I snatched it from
her.
Pink fabric glistened before my eyes. I
rubbed it into my cheek while saying, “Oh, Mom, thank you so much,”
then hugged her with bikini in hand.
“You’re welcome, honey.”
After the hug, I reached out and displayed my
new bikini with both hands, eyes on Vyn. “What do you think? Do you
like it?”
Standing before the table, Vyn sent a
sideways glance to Mom, back to me. “Yeah,” he said. “It’s
nice.”
Nice? I knew what he meant, though. His wings
twitched, face blushed. Yeah, he knew it was much more than nice,
and it was mine.
Mom said, “Would you girls like to try them
out. Let’s go for a swim.”
I tossed a look down to Angie. “Let’s go,
sis, please?”
Angie grinned, pushed from her chair.
“Don’t forget the matching top,” Mom
said.
Oh my Source.
Mom pulled out the tops. The pink one was in
my hot little hands in a tick of time and I streaked across the
room and out the door before anyone could say another word.
****
Crystal-clear pool water sparkled with
sunlight, my body immersed in the liquid show. I stood waist deep,
amazed at how a little piece of fabric could make me feel a few
years older. The previous awakening words of my Dad played a part
in this feeling. Even though I’d tried to put the nightmare out of
my mind, persistent images still floated through.
When I bent my knees, leaned back and lowered
my head under the surface, muffled silence came, then the voice.
Rough, unrecognizable. Avian vocals scratched at my mind. The raspy
sound sent jolts of panic through me. Then the sound dissolved as I
came up from the depths.
Mental note: Don’t go under water.
Belly on the surface, I pulled through the
liquid, making my way to the center of the pool, water sliding over
my tucked-back wings as my feet fluttered.
After reaching the center fountain, I stood
gazing up at the concrete angel. His widespread white wings, arms
outstretched, hands reaching to the sky and spraying water in a
looping shower. Sucking a drip of water off my lip, I palmed my wet
hair back, and remembered the fountain from childhood. It was
always there whenever I needed answers, just a kid thing. What
could I ask it now? The child was long gone so the concrete angel
wouldn’t have known the answer anyway. Didn’t matter.
The secret was out.
Another question did come to mind as I eyed
up at the angel: Does Vyn love me?
Fountain sounds hissed and splashed through
the mist of chlorine air, as I thought of everyone, instances where
there might have been hints. One memory
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