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dusk.
Jacob let out a soft swearword
from behind me, eventually letting his arm drop from my
side . “You
okay?”
No, I really wasn't. My life was
falling apart.
Lightning. And trees falling over. It
was most definitely The Tower card. Bugger. Because that card never
left the job half finished. The tower would come down, everything
crumbling with it.
My life was undoubtedly falling apart,
but judging by how screwed up the situation was, I knew it wasn't
finished yet.
“Are you okay?” He walked around me,
staring down into my face as he did.
I think my bottom lip wobbled at that
moment. I was getting ready to cry. Who cared if I did? It was
raining, and it wasn't as if Jacob Fairweather was a friend or
anyone I held in particularly high esteem; I didn't have to keep my
dignity around him. And maybe if I burst into tears it would
finally chase him away.
“Get inside,” he said. And surprisingly,
his tone was soft. The rumble and baritone was still there, but the
sharp edge was gone.
By the time we made it to the
front door, my grandmother was standing there, two towels in her
hand . “Get
inside before you all catch colds,” she squeaked.
And then she stopped. She dropped the
act. The scatty, mad, crazy woman act.
The woman with authority, the witch of
old, took hold.
With a quick glance, she saw the
broken oak tree, her lips parted, she ushered us in, and she
slammed the door.
Her countenance had changed in an
instant.
“Perhaps it’s time to leave us, Jacob
Fairweather; it seems we’ve got a little bit of the situation here,
I wouldn't want to hold you up,” she suggested.
Her tone was different, her choice of
words was different, her entire manner was completely at odds with
what she had shown before. She seemed competent, clever, smart, and
in control.
I caught Jacob staring at her
askance as he dabbed at his face and hair with the
towel .
“Sorry?”
“Thank you very much for your assistance,
Agent, but we simply can't take up any more of your time,” she said
again, a note of insistence rippling through her voice.
I had lived with my grandmother
long enough to know what she was doing here. Though she seemed to
enjoy spending most of her time as the town's craziest woman, she
was still powerful underneath all of that bizarre behavior. And the
powerful witch understood what had just occurred.
Slowly I began to catch up with the
situation too.
One of our oak trees was down. That
wasn't just an inconvenience, it was perhaps one of the greatest
portents of doom you could get.
The two old trees that stood either
side of the house were a little bit more than decoration. They were
guards, sentinels. They stood at either side, blocking the house
from attack.
Now one of them was down.
No, it had been split in half, it had
burst, it had broken in a spectacular display of power.
It wasn't just the weather, it wasn't
an artefact of the storm; it was a sign.
The safety and security this house had
once given us, was now gone.
I backed off a little, swallowing
uncomfortably, holding onto my towel until my knuckles turned
white.
Losing my job was one thing, losing my
car equally as disturbing, but it was nowhere near as bad as
this.
“Thank you again,” my grandmother said as
she ushered Jacob to the door, one hand firmly pushing against his
back.
He seemed flustered, and rightly so.
One minute my grandmother was acting like a total loon, the next
she was perfectly in control.
He shot a look my way. All he would've
seen was my pale face, my bedraggled form, and the no doubt
distinct look of dismay on my crumpled expression.
He opened his mouth, eyes still locked
on me, the once stern look gone as it gave way to a far more
compassionate one. I knew he was about to ask if I was okay; he
didn't get the opportunity though.
My gran practically shoved him
out the door . “Keep the towel, thanks again, goodbye.”
With that she closed the
door.
She locked it.
She turned around and she stared
Jacob let out a soft swearword
from behind me, eventually letting his arm drop from my
side . “You
okay?”
No, I really wasn't. My life was
falling apart.
Lightning. And trees falling over. It
was most definitely The Tower card. Bugger. Because that card never
left the job half finished. The tower would come down, everything
crumbling with it.
My life was undoubtedly falling apart,
but judging by how screwed up the situation was, I knew it wasn't
finished yet.
“Are you okay?” He walked around me,
staring down into my face as he did.
I think my bottom lip wobbled at that
moment. I was getting ready to cry. Who cared if I did? It was
raining, and it wasn't as if Jacob Fairweather was a friend or
anyone I held in particularly high esteem; I didn't have to keep my
dignity around him. And maybe if I burst into tears it would
finally chase him away.
“Get inside,” he said. And surprisingly,
his tone was soft. The rumble and baritone was still there, but the
sharp edge was gone.
By the time we made it to the
front door, my grandmother was standing there, two towels in her
hand . “Get
inside before you all catch colds,” she squeaked.
And then she stopped. She dropped the
act. The scatty, mad, crazy woman act.
The woman with authority, the witch of
old, took hold.
With a quick glance, she saw the
broken oak tree, her lips parted, she ushered us in, and she
slammed the door.
Her countenance had changed in an
instant.
“Perhaps it’s time to leave us, Jacob
Fairweather; it seems we’ve got a little bit of the situation here,
I wouldn't want to hold you up,” she suggested.
Her tone was different, her choice of
words was different, her entire manner was completely at odds with
what she had shown before. She seemed competent, clever, smart, and
in control.
I caught Jacob staring at her
askance as he dabbed at his face and hair with the
towel .
“Sorry?”
“Thank you very much for your assistance,
Agent, but we simply can't take up any more of your time,” she said
again, a note of insistence rippling through her voice.
I had lived with my grandmother
long enough to know what she was doing here. Though she seemed to
enjoy spending most of her time as the town's craziest woman, she
was still powerful underneath all of that bizarre behavior. And the
powerful witch understood what had just occurred.
Slowly I began to catch up with the
situation too.
One of our oak trees was down. That
wasn't just an inconvenience, it was perhaps one of the greatest
portents of doom you could get.
The two old trees that stood either
side of the house were a little bit more than decoration. They were
guards, sentinels. They stood at either side, blocking the house
from attack.
Now one of them was down.
No, it had been split in half, it had
burst, it had broken in a spectacular display of power.
It wasn't just the weather, it wasn't
an artefact of the storm; it was a sign.
The safety and security this house had
once given us, was now gone.
I backed off a little, swallowing
uncomfortably, holding onto my towel until my knuckles turned
white.
Losing my job was one thing, losing my
car equally as disturbing, but it was nowhere near as bad as
this.
“Thank you again,” my grandmother said as
she ushered Jacob to the door, one hand firmly pushing against his
back.
He seemed flustered, and rightly so.
One minute my grandmother was acting like a total loon, the next
she was perfectly in control.
He shot a look my way. All he would've
seen was my pale face, my bedraggled form, and the no doubt
distinct look of dismay on my crumpled expression.
He opened his mouth, eyes still locked
on me, the once stern look gone as it gave way to a far more
compassionate one. I knew he was about to ask if I was okay; he
didn't get the opportunity though.
My gran practically shoved him
out the door . “Keep the towel, thanks again, goodbye.”
With that she closed the
door.
She locked it.
She turned around and she stared