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the whole things was that Randall had to be
the worst prick ever to pick on Mack when he'd already been traumatized enough.
    More news came on Thursday—the six who'd been hospitalized
after the attack would make a brief appearance at the memorial service before
the game. So far, they still hadn't spoken, but were responding to directions
and commands well enough that their doctors thought it safe for them to go out with
their families for a while.
    Mom had a strange look on her face, though, when Mack and I
told her after school.
    "This isn't good," she shook her head. "Look,
why don't you order pizza for dinner. I need to find your father and your uncles."
    * * *
    Adam's Journal
    "The timing is close enough—what do you suggest we do if
they turn at the memorial service?" Kiarra asked. Joey, Dragon, Lion and
Karzac had joined us for an emergency meeting in my study. Justin and Mack were
waiting for a pizza delivery and had no idea how much danger the school could
be in.
    "Whose bright idea was it to let them attend the memorial
anyway?" Joey scoffed. "That's lunacy."
    "It was lunacy to arrest young Mack," Dragon pointed
out. "So far, I have failed to detect an overabundance of clear and
prudent judgment. These humans have short memories and shorter attention spans.
Just because they haven't seen further evidence of spawn, they believe the
problem eliminated. Nothing is farther from the truth."
    "We're so used to seeing this on other worlds,"
Kiarra said. "And the attacks are never this soon after a previous
infestation. It has only been twenty years for us since the events in Corpus
Christi."
    "Things are changing," Pheligar appeared. "I
dislike what may happen at this confrontational sporting event. Therefore, I
shall be there in disguise, in case shielding is needed to keep your efforts
from prying eyes."
    "Thank goodness," Kiarra's shoulders sagged in
relief.
    "Do not become overly stressed," Pheligar rubbed her
shoulders gently. "While your pregnancy is not evident at this time, it is
never good to allow anxiety to rule your life while in this condition."
    I lifted an eyebrow in curiosity when a large blue hand
wandered to Kiarra's belly, where he stroked and comforted her body carefully. "The
child is growing nicely," he said softly. "We will make sure that
continues."
    I'd never seen the Larentii show this much affection to
anyone, and it surprised me. Where was it coming from? Was he so angry with
Thorsten that he was allowing other emotions to surface?
    Before I joined the Saa Thalarr, I would have been eaten alive
with jealousy if someone else touched my wife. Once you become a member of that
tiny, exclusive race, any jealousy you have is removed. As long as it's with Kiarra's
permission, it doesn't bother me. The same goes for me, but I have no desires
in that direction.
    I'd found what I wanted.
    * * *
    The move Thursday happened with help from Dragon, Lion and
Pheligar. Everything we needed at the new house was transported with power
while Kiarra and I made suggestions as to placement.
    Most of the furniture wasn't making the move—I wanted to
redecorate, so Kiarra let me know what she wanted and I arranged for it to
arrive at the proper time.
    Clothing was sent over and landed in closets and inside
drawers. The pantry and garage were emptied. I was satisfied with all of it
when it was finished, and draped my arms about my wife while we surveyed the
new house. For me, this was home—the one from my early days with my family.
    To Kiarra, she was stepping into the world I'd known so long
ago.
    "I hope you like it," I said, leaning down to kiss
her.
    "I do. I know Justin likes it, too. That's all that
matters."
    * * *
    Justin's Journal
    The new house waited Thursday after school, and Mack and I
wandered through it when we arrived. His bedroom was already furnished, and he
liked the new king-sized bed Mom and Dad bought for him.
    Joey donated a laptop for Mack to do his assignments, and he
was happy with that.