And then, there’s Edgar. As I stare at the wall in my closet, I allow myself, finally, to consider my feelings about my breakup. In the past few days I’ve done precisely what I advise my clients not to do: I’ve avoided the issue. I’ve ignored my thoughts of him, pressed down my feelings, stayed bus
I blink and shake my head, snapping myself out of it. “The last time we talked,” I say, “we discussed your family’s attempt to take over power from you. How is that progressing?” I’m surprised to hear that his answer is fairly light. “I’m actually feeling much better about that,” he says. “Really?
Evelyn pushes open the back door to Victor’s house, holding it open so that Alvin and Ian can scamper in. “Hello?” she calls. “Ah, Evelyn,” Henry Kensington rolls into sight from the living room, looking her up and down with a sneer on his face. “How good of you to come.”“Pop pop!” Alvin yells, da
“Also tested that evening,” he continues, glancing at me and Bridgette, his face a little unhappy, “is the capacity of each of their chosen Lunas,” he says the word with a little sarcasm, Evelyn assumes because she is not actually Victor’s chosen Luna, “to assist him in these social aspects.”“That
“I’m fine, Evelyn,” Victor says, clearing his throat and shaking his head. “We will continue.”Evelyn stands back against the wall, gritting her teeth. Next to her, Ian crosses his arms and frowns, angry. “He’s not fine, mama,” he says. Alvin nods vigorously in agreement. “I know, babies,” she whis
“Mama.”I blink, my son’s little voice waking me what feels way too early on a Tuesday morning. “Mama, wake up,” Alvin says again.“Baby,” I murmur. “What time is it?”“It’s 5 o’clock,” he says, and I groan, turning my head back into my pillow.“Come back later, baby,” I say. “Mama’s still sleeping.
She laughs, looking at them out the window, as the sky starts to grow dark. Then, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, Evelyn goes outside. “Come on, boys!” She calls to the three. “It’s growing late, time for dinner.”With only a bit of chagrin – for they are tired – the boys all trudge in, aga
Evelyn creeps up silently behind Victor and he jumps as she pulls on his sleeve. Silently, she puts her finger to her lips and nods her head back to the kitchen, indicating that he should come with her. He nods and follows.“What’s going on with those three?” she whispers, curious. “They wanted to h