Rain slashed against the window with the accompanying sound of thunder in the background. Raven opened her dark grey eyes and found herself staring into a pair of amber eyes. Seeing his human was finally awake, Ebony started meowing. With a grimace Raven gently pushed him away.
“Aw hell, Eb, use a breath mint!” She muttered as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. As usual, she wore a pair of sweat pants and a tank top to sleep in. At five feet eight inches tall, slender as a rail nearly as flat as the proverbial board, with very short black hair; Raven Wyng would never be considered beautiful, but attractive in a rough sort of way. In her right earlobe was a silver dagger earring, a gift from her lover on their first anniversary as a couple. She had tattoos on both her shoulders: a raven perched on a skull on the right and a pair of spread raven wings on the left.. Her most striking feature was the scar on the left side of her face that ran from the corner of her eye down to her chin. Her companion Jennifer Wells said it gave her character. Raven thought it made her look like a maniac.
Getting out of bed, she stretched and yawned, listening to her joints pop and crack. “Wonderful. It’s going to be a miserable day today.”
“It’s only as miserable as you make it, love.” Jen entered the room carrying two mugs of coffee. She was dressed in blue jeans, a black t-shirt with a cat on the front, a denim vest and a pair of red high tops, Like Raven she sported a silver dagger earring in her right earlobe. Raven thought her lover could make torn rags look fashionable. “Figured Ebony would wake you before I left for the bookstore.” She smiled fondly, her love for Raven shining bright in her forest green eyes. Jennifer was as tall as Raven and slender but nicely proportioned, with short fiery red hair and bit of a temper to go with it.
Raven padded over and grabbed one of the mugs, then gave Jen a kiss. “I really wish you wouldn’t give Eb tuna in the morning. Fish breath is not something I like waking up to.”
Jennifer eyed her, a hint of worry showing. “Bad dreams again?”
Nodding, Raven sipped at the life-giving brew. “Yeah. The same one I’ve been having off and on for the past month; voices in the background, weird runes floating about and what looks like a map.” She glanced down as Ebony rubbed against her legs, purring. “It wouldn’t be so bad if I could just figure out what the voices are saying.”
“At least it wasn’t the other nightmare.” Jen put an arm around her.
“True.” Raven absently rubbed the scar on her face. “Sorry I’m in such a grumpy mood.”
She grinned. “After six years together, I’m used to it. What are your plans for the day?”
“Finishing that article before my editor reaches through the internet connection and strangles me. Then working on the revisions for the next book. The fans keep hollering for volume two. I might stop by the bookstore today too.”
“You feel up to driving?”
“I should be ok once the rain clears up. According to the weather report, sunny and hot this afternoon and through the rest of the week.” She looked at Jen. “You know you don’t have to work at the bookstore. I have more than enough money so neither of us have to work again.”
“I like working there. Sherry said she’s bringing a new box of books she purchased at an estate sale. Who knows what treasures might be in there. Besides, you own the shop. I’m just looking out for your interests.” Jen drank some coffee. “Don’t forget, Lysa and Nicole are throwing that party tonight.”
“That’s tonight? I forgot all about it.” Raven drained her mug, then set it on table at the foot of the bed. Like every morning, Ebony jumped onto the king-size bed and curled up in the middle of it. “Heh. Looks like Eb is making sure I don’t go back to bed after you leave.”
“Already got their gifts, so you don’t have to worry about that. Had two more of those rings and medallions made.” She held out her left hand, admiring the gold ring on her ring finger. A heavy gold band set with amethyst, ruby, emerald, topaz and sapphire. The inside of the band was inscribed with their names, ‘Jennifer & Raven’ and a date: 06-06-2005; the date they exchanged their vows. The medallions were similar to the rings and inscribed with the words ‘Together Always’. “My uncle is the only family member who accepts me for who and what I am.” Jennifer sighed. “Families can be so cruel sometimes.”
Raven shrugged. “At least you have a family, even if most of them don’t want you around. I don’t even have that.”
“Still no luck in finding out who your parents are?” Raven had entered the foster system as an infant and spent more time moving from family to family until she reached the age of eighteen. The last foster parents she had were the only ones who really showed her love and understanding. For that, Raven was eternally grateful and wished they were still alive so she could tell them.
“No. Maybe I was hatched in some secret laboratory.” With some effort she locked away the despair that always hovered in the back of her mind.
“That would explain a lot.” Jen put her mug down and pulled Raven close. “Tell you what, I’ll be nice and be the designated driver tonight. Then you can drink as much beer as your want.”
“Now why would you want to do that? You enjoy drinking as much as I do.” Raven pressed against her.
“Because I love you,” came the soft reply followed by a gentle kiss.
When they separated, Raven had a mischievous glint in her eye. “Since you and I are the bosses at the store, why don’t you let Rob open this morning?”
“Now, now. Last time we did that, I didn’t show up until late afternoon.”
“But it was worth it.” Raven regretfully let her go. “Off with you, you great tease. Before I forget my manners.”
Jennifer headed for the door. “What manners, love?” With a laugh she left.
Raven glanced at Ebony who was lying on his back, paws in the air. “You lazy cat,” she said fondly. “Go catch a mouse or something.” With a sigh of regret, Raven searched through the dresser for some clean clothes. She settled on a pair of jeans, a black tank top, underwear and socks.
After a hot shower and getting dressed, Raven gathered up her dirty clothes and dumped them in the laundry basket, then headed downstairs to the laundry room. She had a quick way of doing laundry, everything into the wash at the same time. “Why the hell should I bother separating the clothes anyway?” She muttered. “Jen may think that’s the proper way to do the wash, but it only means wasting time running up and down the stairs.”
Next she went back up the stairs to the kitchen, washed the few dishes that were in the sink, then set about grabbing a bite to eat. Raven opened the fridge and looked around. “Hmmm. Leftover pizza. That sounds good.” She placed three slices on a plate and popped them in the microwave for a minute and a half. “Ok, now to grab a bottle of Pepsi and then to work.”
In her home office, Raven moved a stack of magazines off her chair, turned on the laptop and sat down. Munching on a slice of pizza, she read through what she had already written for the article on Atlantis. “Not bad, not bad at all. One more page to go, then I can email it to Carrie.” Wiping her fingers on her jeans, she started typing. It didn’t take her long to finish.
“’In conclusion, there are so many new archaeological finds occurring each year, who can say that Atlantis will remain a legend for much longer? Someone, some where will stumble across something that will be the proof needed. An old map, a stone tablet with unknown runes on it. Of course, we all know many of the old school scholars will brush the find aside, saying it’s impossible, Atlantis was merely something made up by Plato. I believe otherwise and so do many others. Atlantis did exist and the proof is out there, somewhere in the world.’”
Raven ran the article through the spell checker, saved it, then sent it by email to her editor at Atlantian Scholars. “Ok. That’s finished.” She muttered, standing and stretching. A familiar ache in her left shoulder made her wince. “Better take something before the pain gets worse. Damn damp weather.”
As she entered the hall a loud crack of thunder made her jump. “Hells bells! That actually shook the house!” Going to the living room she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. A Severe Thunderstorm Warning flashed across the bottom of the screen. “You don’t say? I never would have guessed it was raining out.” Raven had a habit of talking to the TV and other objects when home alone.
The radar showed the storms would be out of the area soon. Satisfied no tornado warnings were in the offing, she turned off the TV and headed for the bedroom and the pill she needed. “I really hope this summer isn’t a humid one. My shoulder really puts up a fuss when it’s like that.” She said to Ebony who watched with interest as she opened the pill bottle and took one out. “After the rain clears, you can go out in the backyard and harass the birds to your heart’s content. Just remember not to bother the blue jays. Last time you did that, the damn birds blamed me and dive bombed me every time I went out in the yard.”
Ebony merely yawned, curled up and returned to his morning nap. Raven returned to her office, grabbed the pop bottle and washed the pill down. She glanced at her cell phone and noticed there was a message waiting for her.
‘Will be stopping by this morning at 10:30 am. Time to go over your finances. Jason Mays.’
“Oh bother. I really don’t want to see him today.” She glanced at the clock and realized it was 10:25 am. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her lawyer/financial advisor, but she sometimes felt like she was a disappointment to her ‘older brother’. His parents were the last family that Raven lived with while still in the system and they treated her like a member of the family. “Too late to call and cancel.” Heaving another sigh, Raven went back to the living room, knowing Jason was oh so very prompt.
At precisely 10:30 she opened the door just as her expected visitor was getting ready to ring the doorbell. “Come on in, Jason. Lovely weather we’re having.” She stood aside so he could enter.
Setting his umbrella in the stand by the door, Jason set down his briefcase and took off his raincoat, revealing a dark blue three piece suit underneath. His short blond hair was precisely parted on the side and neatly combed, his blond beard neatly trimmed. He stood three inches taller than Raven, but had a commanding presence. “Hello, Raven.” He kissed his foster sister’s cheek.
“You want some coffee? I could make a fresh pot.” She gave him a hug. “How’s Marie and the twins?”
“No thank you on the coffee.” He picked up his briefcase and followed her into the living room. “Marie and the children are doing fine. Before I forget, she wants you and Jennifer to come to dinner on Sunday.”
“Tell her we’ll be there. And I promise any toys we bring for the twins will be much quieter than the drums Jen brought last time.” Raven grinned at the pained look on his face.
“Thank you.” He studied her face as she sat in a recliner near the couch. “How are you doing, Raven?”
She shrugged slightly, careful of her aching shoulder. “You know, good days and bad days. With the good ones outnumbering the bad more often than not.”
“Good to hear. But I hope you don’t mind my saying you look like you’re not sleeping well.” As he talked, he opened the briefcase and brought out a number of documents, handing them to her.
“Bad dreams again. Not much I can do, just live with them.” She looked over the papers, grinning at the last set. “Excellent! Thank you for setting up that trust fund for Jennifer. If anything happens to me, she’ll be well taken care of.”
“Also the health insurance is set for the two of you. Including catastrophic.”
“Good.” Raven accepted the pen he held out and signed what needed to be signed. “I take it the investments are doing well?”
“Very well, indeed.” He frowned slightly. “Except for that bookstore you own. That barely makes a profit. I still think you should sell it, Raven.”
“No. I like the place. Curious Words is not going to be sold while I’m alive and kicking.” They had this discussion before and it would surprise Raven if Jason didn’t bring it up at least once each time they met.’
“I also think you should get a new home in a gated community.” He looked around the living room, taking in the worn but comfortable furniture and the carpeting that covered the wood floors.
“I don’t see what’s wrong with this house or neighborhood. It’s not like I live in Detroit. Livonia is a quiet suburb and I like it here.” She lowered her voice. “Besides, this place was the only one I lived in that actually felt like I had a real home.”
“Which is why my parents left it to you.” He gave her a smile. “They loved you very much, Raven and I know they were planning on adopting you before they died in that car crash.”
“Stupid drunk driver. They should have given that bastard life in prison instead of 10 years.” She handed the documents back.
Not wanting her to dwell on the past, he changed the subject. “How’s the book coming along?”
“Revisions to do today, then back to the publisher. Hoping it will be ready to go within the next month or two. Before you got here, I sent out the article I had written about Atlantis.”
Jason shook his head. “I don’t see how you can write about something that never existed.”
She rubbed her left shoulder, wishing the pill would kick in. “Please don’t start, Jason. I believe Atlantis existed and nothing you say will change my mind.”
He put the documents back in his briefcase, then got to his feet. “Well, I have to get to the office.”
She walked to the door with him. “Give Marie my love and tell her Jen and I will be there on Sunday.”
“I will.” He put his raincoat back on and grabbed the umbrella. Upon opening the door, they both noticed it had stopped raining.
“Finally! Now I can go out and have a cigarette.” She grinned at the look on his face.
“Why don’t you just quit?”
“I’ve tried many times, but I like smoking too much. Besides, it helps me think when I’m writing.” She followed him onto the porch. “Jen and I have an agreement. I can smoke in my office and in the basement when the weather’s too cold or yucky. Rest of the time I smoke on the deck.”
Jason rolled her eyes. “Just remember, the only place you can smoke at my house is outside.”
“I know. Take care, Jason and thanks again for all your help. If I had to keep track of my finances and legal stuff, I’d probably screw things up royally.” She grinned. “You better get going, else your office workers might decide to take an early and long lunch today.”
“Right.” He hurried down the steps and to his car.
After seeing him drive off, Raven went back inside and to her office. She grabbed her cell phone, lighter and pack of Marlboros and the half empty bottle of pop. “Ebony! Come on, fur face. I’m going outside.”
As she entered the kitchen, Ebony ran past and stood at the back door, meowing. “Yes, yes I know. I’m hurrying. And people say I have no patience.” She unlocked the door and turned the knob. As she opened the screen door, Eb bolted out, ran across the deck and down the steps heading for the flowerbed in the center of the yard. The birds that had been at the feeders flew off as the cat came into view. A squirrel in the tree in the corner of the yard began scolding the cat.
“Eb, the birds and squirrels have your number. They’re probably warning all the other critters that Ebony the Great Hunter is on the prowl.” Setting the bottle on the rail of the deck, Raven took out a cigarette and lit it. “Sometimes wish that Jen smoked too.” She said to herself as she blew several smoke rings.
Watching the clouds shuffle off to the east, taking the rain and storms with it, Raven tried once again to recall more details of her dream, but came up with a big blank. What bothered her most was the voices. They seemed to be telling her something important, but for the life of her she couldn’t make out the words.
“Maybe it’s a sign I’m going crazy. Some say there’s a connection between creativity and madness.” She shook her head. “Ok, stop that. You had one break down two years ago and spent some time in the hospital. That doesn’t mean you are nuts. Think of the good things in your life. Jen being the biggest and best thing that you have.” Raven knew if she dwelt too long on the bad things that happened to her over the years, she wouldn’t be fit company for anyone. Not even herself.
Jennifer placed the customer’s purchases in a bag and handed them to her. “There you go. I hope you enjoy the books.”
The customer nodded in thanks and left the shop. One of the other workers came out of the back room carrying a box. “Jen, is the boss coming in today?”
“She said she would be coming in sometime this afternoon, Rob.” She watched the young man start placing books on shelves.
Standing on tiptoe, he placed two books on the shelf above him. “Sherry sounded really excited when she told me about that box of books she bought. Wonder what she found?” He ran his fingers through his short brown hair, his brown eyes full of intelligence. He was shorter than Jennifer by an inch and had a muscular build. He had worked at Curious Words from the day it opened and was happy with his job.
“We’ll just have to wait and see until she gets here.” Jen glanced out the front window. “At least if finally stopped raining.”
“Raven’s shoulder bothering her again?” Rob pulled two books from a shelf and moved them back to where they belonged under Fantasy Fiction.
“Yes. Damp weather really aggravates it.” She left the front counter and went to help put books on the shelves. “Did you pack the books that Professor Deems purchased yesterday?”
“Yep. All set to go. I take it he’s branched off into the history of the roman army?” Finished with the box of books, Rob knelt to retie his tennis shoe.
“What was your first clue?” Jen chuckled. “I think he bought every book we had on the roman army.”
“I bet after that it will be the ancient Greeks.” He looked towards the door when the bell above it dinged. “Sherry!”
“Hi Rob, hi Jen.” The young woman carried a rather large box with ease. As tall as Jen, but muscular, Sherry Brendal shook back her long brown hair, brown eyes twinkling. “Rob, be a dear and get my backpack from the car please.”
“Sure thing,” he hurried out the door to do the bidding of his fiancé.
Jen grinned. “You have him well-trained, Sherry.”
“It wasn’t hard. Once I said yes to his proposal, I could ask him to fetch me the moon and he would do his damndest to get it for me.” Sherry laughed. “I love him so much.”
“So I’ve noticed. Have the two of you set a date?” She followed Sherry into the back room, where she could keep an eye on the security monitor for the front of the store.
“September 22nd, first day of fall.” Rob replied as he entered the storage room, carrying a red backpack.
Sherry set the box on the work table and started opening it. “Mom thinks it’s an odd time to get married and dad doesn’t care what day, as long as we do get married. As for Rob’s parents, they’re so thrilled he’s getting married, they don’t care what day we choose.”
Jen took out wads of newspaper that protected the books. The first one she pulled out was a copy of The Gallic Wars. She flipped through it, pleased to find no markings or bent corners and no funky smell. The second book had a leather cover, but no title. When she opened it, she found it was handwritten. Paging through it, she noticed odd drawings of what might be ruins and what looked to be maps. “Now this is interesting.” She handed it to Sherry.
“Want to bet Raven will claim this one?” Sherry handed it back and proceeded to pull out more books. Several books had to do with lost civilizations and one about Atlantis and another about Lemuria.
Jen set those books aside for Raven and continued looking through the other books. “Where was the estate sale?”
“Bloomfield Hills. One of those mansions. Neighbors say the man that lived there was a recluse. Hardly had any visitors from what they could tell and he never socialized with the neighbors.” Sherry spoke as she separated the other books from the box by subject — history, philosophy, religion, and myths. “I looked through the other books they were selling, but Raven said she didn’t want any more books on English or French history.”
Rob took the other books that would be sold to another work table and began going through them, adding the titles, authors and copyright dates to the database. “Who’s turn is it to pick up lunch today?”
“I’ll go,” Sherry said. “Need to put gas in the car so might as well take care of it then. McDonald’s ok with everyone?”
“Fine with me,” Rob replied absently, concentrating on his work.
“Sounds good, Sherry. I’ll make out the list. Rob, one Big Mac or two?” She pulled out a pad of paper and pen from her vest pocket.
“Two, large fry and large coke.”
“Quarter pounder and a small fry and small coke.”
“Think I’ll have the same,” Jennie finished writing the list and handed it to Sherry. She glanced at the security monitor, seeing the UPS delivery man entering with a box. “Wonder what’s being delivered? We’re not expecting anything today.”
“Hi Pete,” she met him at the front counter.
“Hey Jen, got a package here for Raven Wyng, in care of Curious Words.” He set the box on the counter. “Need you to sign for it.”
Jen signed her name on the electronic device, then glanced at the shipping label for the return address – Bloomfield Hills, MI. “How strange.”
“What’s strange?” Pete glanced at her.
“Sherry just got back from an estate sale in Bloomfield Hills. And the return address on this box is Bloomfield Hills.” She picked up the box. “Wonder what’s inside?”
“Probably more books,” Pete grinned. “I’ll see you, Jen, Take care.”
“Ok, Pete. Drive carefully.” She headed for the back room. “Sherry, do you have the address of where the estate sale was?”
From her back pocket, Sherry brought out a card. “Here you go.”
Jennie compared the two addresses, finding them to be the same. “Curiouser and curiouser.” She showed the box to Sherry and Rob.
“Who handled the estate sale?” Jen sat in a chair at the table.
“Some law firm. From what I heard others saying, it seems the guy had no family.” Sherry put the list for McDonald’s in her pocket.
“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see what’s inside until Raven gets here.”
“It is strange, though, isn’t it?” Rob remarked as he set a book aside and took up another.
“Very strange.” Jen said quietly as she stared at the box.
Raven leaned back in her chair. “Time for a cigarette break and then some lunch. I’ll finish off the pizza.” She made sure she saved the manuscript she was working on, then grabbed her pack of cigarettes and lighter and headed for the kitchen.
The speakers placed throughout the house were playing Simon and Garfunkel and she hummed along with the music. “None of the modern day music for me. Sixties, seventies and early eighties music is what I prefer.” She thought as she brought out the last three slices of pizza and reheated them. Raven grabbed another bottle of pop, pausing briefly to add Pepsi to the shopping list on the fridge.
“Think I’ll eat outside.” Using her elbow, she opened the screen door and went out onto the deck, grateful for the awning that covered it. She set the plate and bottle on the table, then looked around the back yard. Ebony was lying near the forsythia bush, keeping a close eye on the birdfeeder nearby. “Silly cat, if you kept your tail still, the birds wouldn’t know you were there, Eb.”
Hearing his mistress’ voice, Ebony came running to the deck and trotted up the stairs. He jumped onto the chair beside her, bumping her left arm with his head and purring loudly. With a chuckle, Raven pulled a piece of ham off the pizza and gave it to him. He quickly devoured the morsel, bumped against her arm again then ran off to his favorite spot in the yard.
“Maybe I’ll work for another hour after I eat, then head to the store.” She thought as she devoured one slice of pizza and prepared to start on the second slice. Her phone rang, startling her. Instead of letting it go to voice mail, she answered it.
“Is this Miss Raven Wyng?” A male voice on the other end asked.
“Speaking.” Raven didn’t recognize the voice.
“Miss Wyng, my name is Charles Anderson. I just wanted to inform you that a client of mine who is recently deceased asked me to have a package delivered to you. It should be arriving today at Curious Words.”
“Who was your client, Mr. Anderson and what is being delivered?”
“I cannot divulge my client’s name, and I have no idea what is in the box. He left specific instructions and I followed them to the letter. Now that I have discharged the last of his wishes, I will bid you good day.”
“Wait!” She heard a click and the call was ended. “Damn!” She checked the caller id and found the number blocked. “Well that was bloody strange.” She muttered, taking a bite of the pizza. After she finished the second slice, she picked the phone back up and called Jen.
Raven smiled at how professional she sounded. “Hello, Miss Wells.”
“Raven, what can I do for you?” Jen smiled.
“Just had the strangest phone call. A lawyer by the name of Charles Anderson called and said a package was being sent to me at the shop. Has Pete been by yet?” Raven lit a cigarette.
“Yes he has and a box was delivered. Addressed to Raven Wyng in care of Curious Words.” Jennifer lowered her voice. “You know what’s even stranger?”
“The return address on the box is the same address of the estate sale that Sherry was at.”
“Think I’ll come to the shop now. I know I won’t be able to concentrate on the revisions I need to do right now.”
“Drive carefully, love.” Jen said.
“I will. See you in about twenty minutes or so.” Raven hit the end button. “Better bring Ebony in. He’ll be pissed, but I don’t want him outside when no one’s home.”
Ebony, however, had his own ideas about what he wanted to do. He put up a merry chase before Raven managed to grab him. Panting from the exertion, heat and humidity, Raven brought him into the house. “You do that on purpose, don’t you?” She gently scolded him as she deposited him on the couch. “You can go back outside after I get back.”
The cat ignored her and proceeded to put his fur in order. Raven brought in the remains of her lunch, the pop bottle and the pack of cigarettes. In the bedroom, she changed into a pair of black jeans and another black tank top. She grabbed her keys and wallet, added some loose change to the right front pocket of her jeans along with a several bills of various denominations. Satisfied she had everything she needed, Raven then went through the house closing windows and locking the front door. When she went out the back door she set the alarm.
Five minutes later she was backing her Toyota Corolla out of the garage and heading for Curious Words. “I hope the traffic isn’t too heavy.” She was still nervous about driving, but the therapy she had received over the past two years allowed her to at least drive around the city when it wasn’t raining.
When she reached the shop, she heaved a sigh of relief. Even though it was lunch time, traffic hadn’t been bad and she hit most of the lights on the green. Getting out of her car, she noticed a dark blue sedan with tinted windows pull into the parking lot. Raven had noticed it in the rearview mirror when she was driving but had paid it no mind. She gave one last glance at the vehicle, then entered the shop.
“Jen?” She called out, walking down the main aisle.
“In the back room, Raven.” Came the reply.
She ran her fingers along the spines of books as she passed them, pleased to find no dust. She found her lover and the two employees finishing their lunch. Sitting on the table next to Jennifer was the unopened box. Jen had told the other two about the phone call that Raven had received.
Jen stood up and walked over to Raven, giving her a kiss. “There it is.” She pointed to the box.
Raven went to the table and picked up the box cutter, slitting the tape that held the box closed. She pulled back the flaps and removed the packing material that sat on top. Underneath she found four leather bound books and in the bottom of the box was something wrapped in tissue paper. Setting the books aside, she picked up the tissue paper and opened it. Inside was a piece of copper beaten flat and in the shape of a circle that was approximately three inches across. Carved on it was runes of some sort, along with what appeared to be lines that might be part of a map. While handling the disk, Raven felt an odd tingling in her fingers and quickly set the disk back on the paper it had been wrapped in.
“What the hell is this?” She murmured, eyeing the strange runes.
Jennifer and the others gathered round to have a look. “Damned if I know, love.” Jen picked up the disk, then quickly set it down, not liking the feeling she got from handling it.
When Sherry and Rob handled the disk, neither one were bothered by any tingling sensation.
Sherry picked up one of the books that came with the mysterious object. “Jen, these books are like the one I bought at the estate sale. Some sort of diary or personal journal.”
Jen fetched the books she had set aside for Raven, the leather bound one on the top. “I set these aside for you.”
Picking up the top one, Raven flipped through the pages, stopping when she found a drawing that was similar to some of the runes on the piece of copper. Shaking her head in puzzlement, Raven placed everything into the box. “I have no idea what any of this means.”
Rob smiled, “Maybe it’s the beginning of a new series of novels, Raven.”
Raven rolled her eyes as the others laughed. “Who knows, Rob? You could be right.”
Jen drew her aside. “When you get home, don’t get too caught up in figuring out what this all means. Remember, we have a party to attend tonight.”
“I haven’t forgotten, Jen.” She reassured her. “And I still have to finish those revisions. So this,” she pointed to the box, “will have to wait.”
Anna M Dobritt copyright 2013