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... I'm sorry...”
Katelyn said, turning to her husband.
“Me, too, honey...” he answered,
reassuring.
“We can't keep doing this to her, Cal
... her memories ... They are hers, not ours...”
“I know, honey ... we will talk to
her, I promise...” Cal vowed.
“When, Cal ... how many times ... how
many close calls ... what will it take to convince you
–?”
“That she needs to know? After
tonight, I'm convinced. I had every intention of telling her
everything tonight ... but I froze, I panicked...”
“This is no time to panic ... we did
this, we have kept this from her, and now ... now, it's time to
come clean...” Katelyn finished, with a tear rising up in her
eye.
* * * * *
Court drove through the dark night on
his motorcycle. The wind on his face was refreshing,
cool.
He smiled as he thought of Coralie's
smile. The way the corners of her mouth turned up at even the
slightest gesture of his words. How her eyes lit up when she spoke
to him.
He adored how naïve she was in her
nature. She had been under continuous protection from those around
her, some she didn't even know of. She had been watched over for
all of these years and has never known why. She didn't have the
slightest inclination of her purpose or importance.
And furthermore, she had no idea that
he would lay down his own life for hers ... or how close that time
to come may be ...
Chapter 9
Coralie woke to the beam of sunlight that was
peering into her room through her window. She stretched and smiled
as memories started to fill her mind. She thought of Court ... his
face, his laugh, his voice, and the way he held her hand. She felt
so safe with him. Just the thought of him made her
smile.
She started to try and replay the
events from the previous night at the Benefit. She remembered her
parents and their awkward introduction of Court, the terrace
balcony conversation with Court and ... and ... nothing ...
but home.
Wasn't there something
else?
She felt like something was
missing.
Was there nothing between
the terrace and her arrival at home?
Confused, she rose from her bed and
jogged down the stairs, throwing her hair up in a
hair-tie.
“Good Morning, Parental units...” she
said, walking into the kitchen.
Both Cal and Katelyn were sitting at
the kitchen table drinking coffee. “Breakfast?” Cal asked, cheering
up his coffee cup.
“Not that kind of breakfast ... I'm
more of a cereal-type gal, with a shot of chocolate milk. You know
I like the hard stuff...” Coralie humorously explained, as serious
as she could without smirking, to her parents.
Cal rose from his chair and walked
across the kitchen. “You have always liked to live life on the
edge, kiddo...” Cal said, jokingly, handing her a box of cereal
from the top shelf of the pantry.
She poured her breakfast into a bowl
and sat down at the table. As she took her first bite, she had the
odd feeling that she was being stared at. She looked up from her
bowl of cereal. And she was. “Umm, ... am I missing something?” she
paused for only a moment, only to proceed overdramatically, “Do I
have something on my face?” pausing again to act shocked, she
continued, “That's it, isn't it? I'm missing my face ... Man, I
knew I forgot something this morning...”
She began to laugh, but a word began
to ring through her mind like sounding chimes. Forgot ... She took in a sharp breath as she shook off the word that lingered
within her mind.
Her parents looked at each other and
then at Coralie, who was allowing herself to snicker. “Ease up,
guys! It's a beautiful day!” She said, taking another bite of
cereal.
Katelyn and Cal looked at each other.
Cal nodded. “Coralie, honey, can we talk?”
Slurping down the last of her milk
from the now empty bowl, Coralie looked up at her parents and said,
“Sure, but can we do it after Church...nobody likes a Late
Lizzy!”
“Hey, isn't that my line?” Katelyn
asked, watching her daughter walk over to the
Katelyn said, turning to her husband.
“Me, too, honey...” he answered,
reassuring.
“We can't keep doing this to her, Cal
... her memories ... They are hers, not ours...”
“I know, honey ... we will talk to
her, I promise...” Cal vowed.
“When, Cal ... how many times ... how
many close calls ... what will it take to convince you
–?”
“That she needs to know? After
tonight, I'm convinced. I had every intention of telling her
everything tonight ... but I froze, I panicked...”
“This is no time to panic ... we did
this, we have kept this from her, and now ... now, it's time to
come clean...” Katelyn finished, with a tear rising up in her
eye.
* * * * *
Court drove through the dark night on
his motorcycle. The wind on his face was refreshing,
cool.
He smiled as he thought of Coralie's
smile. The way the corners of her mouth turned up at even the
slightest gesture of his words. How her eyes lit up when she spoke
to him.
He adored how naïve she was in her
nature. She had been under continuous protection from those around
her, some she didn't even know of. She had been watched over for
all of these years and has never known why. She didn't have the
slightest inclination of her purpose or importance.
And furthermore, she had no idea that
he would lay down his own life for hers ... or how close that time
to come may be ...
Chapter 9
Coralie woke to the beam of sunlight that was
peering into her room through her window. She stretched and smiled
as memories started to fill her mind. She thought of Court ... his
face, his laugh, his voice, and the way he held her hand. She felt
so safe with him. Just the thought of him made her
smile.
She started to try and replay the
events from the previous night at the Benefit. She remembered her
parents and their awkward introduction of Court, the terrace
balcony conversation with Court and ... and ... nothing ...
but home.
Wasn't there something
else?
She felt like something was
missing.
Was there nothing between
the terrace and her arrival at home?
Confused, she rose from her bed and
jogged down the stairs, throwing her hair up in a
hair-tie.
“Good Morning, Parental units...” she
said, walking into the kitchen.
Both Cal and Katelyn were sitting at
the kitchen table drinking coffee. “Breakfast?” Cal asked, cheering
up his coffee cup.
“Not that kind of breakfast ... I'm
more of a cereal-type gal, with a shot of chocolate milk. You know
I like the hard stuff...” Coralie humorously explained, as serious
as she could without smirking, to her parents.
Cal rose from his chair and walked
across the kitchen. “You have always liked to live life on the
edge, kiddo...” Cal said, jokingly, handing her a box of cereal
from the top shelf of the pantry.
She poured her breakfast into a bowl
and sat down at the table. As she took her first bite, she had the
odd feeling that she was being stared at. She looked up from her
bowl of cereal. And she was. “Umm, ... am I missing something?” she
paused for only a moment, only to proceed overdramatically, “Do I
have something on my face?” pausing again to act shocked, she
continued, “That's it, isn't it? I'm missing my face ... Man, I
knew I forgot something this morning...”
She began to laugh, but a word began
to ring through her mind like sounding chimes. Forgot ... She took in a sharp breath as she shook off the word that lingered
within her mind.
Her parents looked at each other and
then at Coralie, who was allowing herself to snicker. “Ease up,
guys! It's a beautiful day!” She said, taking another bite of
cereal.
Katelyn and Cal looked at each other.
Cal nodded. “Coralie, honey, can we talk?”
Slurping down the last of her milk
from the now empty bowl, Coralie looked up at her parents and said,
“Sure, but can we do it after Church...nobody likes a Late
Lizzy!”
“Hey, isn't that my line?” Katelyn
asked, watching her daughter walk over to the
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