Wednesday, December 16, 2020

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #47 (11.2)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

So many changes for Chan and Evan, and for Chan's siblings, and for such a sad reason. But life goes on, as they struggle to find a new normalcy. See what's going on with them in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #47 (11.2)

For practical purposes, Chan and Evan decided to take the master bedroom for themselves, instead of continuing to sleep in the guest room. They’d discussed it between them, and Evan had understood when Chan explained how he felt closer to them there. He was still finding it difficult to cope with their deaths. He could only imagine how the children felt, having never been faced with such a situation before in their young lives.

 Chan offered to move Laksha into the extra room, so she would have a bedroom of her own, instead of having to share a space with Madhu. But Laksha turned down their offer, albeit politely.

“Madhu needs me,” she said simply. “I don’t want her to be alone.”

Chan was touched by his sister’s generosity. Touched but not surprised. She had always shown empathy and understanding to her siblings. Still, he was worried that she was going to be forced to grow up more quickly than she should.

The promised sublet didn’t happen, unfortunately, but the manager promised to keep looking. Evan told Chan not to worry about anything. But Chan couldn’t help but worry. Evan was paying for an apartment he wasn’t even using, plus he intended to pay half the bills for all of them. Certainly not what he’d signed on for. And yet he never complained.

When it was time for the children to go back to school, Chan almost cried. He wanted to hold on to them as much as he could. But he realized it was better for them to get back to some sort of normalcy, see their friends, and resume their education. Plus he and Evan needed to get back to work.

He made sure Laksha and Kamal had a hot breakfast, gave them lunch money, made sure they had everything they needed and watched from inside the house until the school bus arrived. Shortly after that, Denise arrived to watch Madhu. Evan had an earlier shift, so he was already gone.

Madhu hadn’t spoken much in the past few days, and she had never cried. She carried her stuffed wolf Kela everywhere, and would often cuddle up to the animal while watching TV. What concerned Chan was that she was sucking her thumb again, a habit he thought she’d outgrown. But he didn’t think this was the right time to fuss at her about it. Maybe it was comforting to her, and he could understand her need for comfort.

He picked up his little sister and held her close. “I’m sorry I have to go,” he murmured softly. “But I’ll be home before we know it, okay?”

Madhu made no response, just looked at him with her large brown eyes. He had no idea what was going on inside her head. “I love  you,” he said before handing her to Denise.

“Why don’t we read?” Denise suggested. Madhu nodded. Chan was glad to see her respond well to her new babysitter.

“We’ll be fine,” Denise assured him.

“I know,” he said. “And thank you again.”

“Any time,” she said. “Your parents were lovely people. They didn’t deserve…” She paused and took a deep breath. “Well, anyway, I’m glad to help. Have a great day. We’ll see you later. C’mon, baby.” She carried Madhu toward her room. Chan gave a forlorn little wave in her direction, but Madhu never looked back. Chan sighed and headed out the door. He didn’t want to be late on his first day back. At least his commute was shorter now.

 to be continued

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Cia Nordwell

J Alan Veerkamp

Carol Pedroso


Virtual Book Tour: Secret Angel by Cherry Christensen

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Secret Angel

by Cherry Christensen


 

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GENRE: Contemporary Romance, Christian Holiday Romance

 

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BLURB:

 

Doctoral student Hannah Wagganer has big dreams of leaving her hometown of Glen Arbor behind to teach at a large university. That is, until Jasper Morgan, the new mail carrier, arrives in town. Not only does he send Hannah’s heart racing, but he creates an instant bond with her cat, Jingles.

 

While Hannah is busy preparing for the church’s candlelight Christmas Eve service and running the family store, she keeps bumping into Jasper—right in front of the prying eyes of the locals, who suspect there’s more going on than business as usual.

 

But then, a series of unexpected blessings occurs that changes the town’s focus: first, an anonymous donor pays to have the church furnace repaired, and then other locals suddenly find solutions to their problems. Is it coincidental, or the work of a secret angel?

 

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EXCERPT:

 

“The meal was wonderful, and so was the company,” Jasper answered, turning briefly to catch Hannah’s eye.

 

“Glad to hear,” Sabela said, grinning. “Be right back.”

 

Hannah rolled her eyes. “Now you’ve gone and done it. We’ll be the talk of the town by tomorrow morning.”

 

“That’s one time I won’t mind being in the spotlight.”

 

The heat in his voice melted her insides to mush. “You’re crazy.”

 

“Uh-oh,” Sabela said, approaching their table. “I bet you weren’t supposed to figure that out until he had you completely under his spell.” She handed him the credit card and winked at Hannah. “Thank you and come back soon.”

 

Hannah laughed and put on her coat. Exiting the restaurant, frigid air smacked her cheeks as the door closed behind them. She pinched her collar tighter, stepping beside Jasper on the way back to the shop.

 

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in there,” he said, kicking a chunk of ice with the toe of his boot.

 

“It isn’t the first time.” She listened to the faint sound of a snow blower off in the distance, remembering other occasions when Sabela instigated rumors about Hannah’s love life. She quirked a smile, realizing fantasy was more gossip-worthy than reality, and perhaps Sabela’s meddling would somehow prove beneficial in the future.

 

“Is that a good smile or an ‘I’m plotting my revenge on him’ smile?”

 

She hastened her pace as Deer Crossings came into view. “I’ll never tell.”

 

“Hey, wait,” Jasper called out, his footsteps stomping behind her. “That’s not reassuring at all.”

 


 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Cherry resides in the Mitten State with her husband of 19 years and a tabby cat named Caden. A true Michigander, she points at the palm of her right hand when telling people where she lives, drinks Vernors ginger ale when she’s under the weather, wears shorts and a sweatshirt at the same time, and measures distance in minutes, not miles. She also cheers for her favorite football team, the Michigan Wolverines. Go Blue!

 

A confirmed night owl, Cherry wholeheartedly agrees with whoever said, “I could be a morning person, if morning happened around noon.” It’s no surprise then she prefers to write in the evening. She’s a bit of a pantser writer, meaning she dreams up stories without using an outline, so every day is an exciting adventure as she waits to see where the characters lead her next!

 

A lifelong avid reader, Cherry turned to writing as a creative outlet. Drawing partly from her own experiences, and partly from her wild imagination, she weaves romantic tales with a smidgen of religion and a hint of mystery. Cherry’s first novel, The Fearful Heart, debuted in 2014, and she has never looked back. She continues to grow as an author, learning more about the writing craft with each book.

 

Social Media:

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Cherry-Christensen-Author-1427146804175227

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/cherry-christensen

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9872402.Cherry_Christensen

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/cfyfechristense/_saved/

 

Buy Link:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B081JCH37D

 

Note: Secret Angel is regularly priced at $0.99. It’s the first book in my Secret Series.

 

 


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Tuesday, December 15, 2020

Virtual Book Blast: Late for Love (The Way Over the Hill Gang Book 5)

 Please welcome author M.K. Scott to Full Moon Dreaming! They are here today to tell us about their new release, Late for Love. They will be awarding a $40 Amazon/BN GC to one randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter during the tour. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find the other stops on their tour, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post!


 


Late for Love

(The Way Over The Hill Gang Book 5)

by M.K. Scott


 

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GENRE: Cozy Mystery

 

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BLURB:

 

The senior sleuths love a good laugh, but this conundrum is no laughing matter. A missing journalist, an African Grey parrot, and a possible mob connection sound like the beginning of a bad joke. Unfortunately, there is no punchline and no one, aside from the seniors, who would dare to take the case on.

 

Will their first chance to handle a case on their own prove to be way too much for them to handle, and more importantly, could this first be their last? 

 

 

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EXCERPT:

 


 


 

“Cheez and crackers.” He growled the words, knowing good and well this phone could do close-up shots. He had done it before.

 

“What’s wrong?” a feminine voice asked.

 

Jake turned slightly and met the inquisitive stare of a twenty-something nursing aide. It would be embarrassing to admit he was trying to take a photo of the group in the courtyard.  None of the sleuths would know how to do it either.

 

Choices. He swallowed hard and held up his phone. “I forgot how to make the phone take a close-up shot. My great-nephew showed me at one time...” He shrugged his shoulders, leaving the obvious unsaid.

 

“Okay.” The aide glanced past the phone into the courtyard. “Ah, I see.” She giggled before holding out her hand for the phone.

 

Once situated in her left hand, she put her thumb and forefinger of her right hand together against the screen, then slowly separated them, making the image larger. “You can do this as many times as you need, making the people larger. I’ll warn you the bigger it is the blurrier it gets. I think it’s sweet you’re trying to get a photo of your crush. Which one is she?”

 

“There’s no crush,” Jake informed her brusquely. Even though he wasn’t familiar with the helpful aide, it didn’t stop her from talking. The last thing he needed was the staff gossiping about him.

 

“Uh-huh,” The woman grinned at him. “That’s how my grandpa and grandma met.”

 

“What?” Jake was certain he’d missed part of the conversation.

 

“Grandma was coming out of the church…” she started conversationally.

 

Jake cut his eyes to the courtyard window, worried he might lose his chance for a photo, but he couldn’t duck out of a story that was being related for his benefit. His lips turned up slightly in a forced smile, and he nodded for her to continue. “Church, huh?”

 

“Yes…” The aide nodded, but it did nothing to slow her narrative. She held her hands up as if holding a small object. “Grandpa was on the other side of the street taking a photo of her leaving church. One of her friends pointed out his action to grandma.”

 

“Why would he be across the street taking a photo of his own wife?” This story made no sense. He only hoped it got better. Surely there could be no comparison of himself and a man crossing streets to photograph his wife. At least, he hoped not.

 

The aide, whose name tag identified her as Sheila, chuckled. “They hadn’t met yet. Grandma was a widow and grandpa a long-time bachelor who attended the same church. Anyhow, when grandma saw him taking her photo, she marched right across the street and…”

 

“I know…” Jake interrupted. “She snatched the camera out of his hands.” A similar incident had happened to him in France.

 

“No.” Sheila shot Jake a confused look. “She invited him to lunch. They got to know each other and married not too long after.”

 

Well, that hadn’t turned out the way he thought it would. Too bad he didn’t have that kind of luck. At the moment, he’d be fortunate if the helpful Sheila hit the road. “Great story,” he enthused. “I appreciate the help, too. Don’t let me cut into your break, though.”

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

M. K. Scott is the husband and wife writing team behind The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries and The Talking Dog Detective Agency. Morgan K Wyatt is the general wordsmith, while her husband, Scott, is the grammar hammer and physics specialist. He uses his engineering skills to explain how fast a body falls when pushed over a cliff and various other felonious activities. The Internet and experts in the field provide forensic information, while the recipes and B and B details require a more hands-on approach.  Morgan’s daughter, who manages a hotel, provides guest horror stories to fuel the plot lines. The couple’s dog, Chance, is the inspiration behind Jasper, Donna’s dog. Overall, both are fun series to create and read.

 

Social Media

 

Website: http://www.morgankwyatt.com/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorMorganKWyatt

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/morgankwyatt

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5826299.Morgan_K_Wyatt

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/morgankwyatt/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/M-K-Scott/e/B01M4JGK1A/

 

Buy Links:  The book will be on sale for $0.99 on the day of the tour.

 

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08FYX8SCL/ref=x_gr_w_bb_glide_sout 

 



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Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #46 (11.1)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

Following the unexpected death of Chan's parents, decisions have had to be made, including where they will all live, now that they are to become on big family. See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Troopers. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow  my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #46 (11.1)

True to his word, Chan kept Laksha and Kamal out of school for two days. But he did make sure they received their homework assignments, and apprised the school that he was their guardian now. The lady he spoke to in the office was very nice and very sympathetic, and told him she would let their teachers know. He gave her his contact information, and Evan’s as well. Better safe than sorry.

Mandy wasn’t available to babysit Madhu full time, Chan learned to his chagrin. But luckily, she told him her mother Denise was. Chan didn’t want to impose on her, and told Mandy he would find someone. But mere minutes after he hung up, a knock came at the door and there was Denise. She was in her early forties, with red and blue highlights in her brunette hair, and a wide smile. She assured him that she would be happy to watch Madhu, and the other two when they got out of school, and not to worry about anything. Turned out she had actually watched the kids before when Mandy couldn’t, and they all knew and liked her. Chan relented and accepted her offer. One less worry off his mind.

“She seemed nice,” Evan commented once they’d seen her to the door, having settled on various details to everyone’s satisfaction.

“She does,” Chan admitted. “And she doesn’t mind coming here, which is good. That way, she’s home when Laksha and Kamal get out of school.” He’d been worried about that too, not wanting them to come home to an empty house. Now they wouldn’t have to.

Even contacted the apartment manager, who told him she might have someone willing to sublet for the remainder of his lease, she’d let him know. Meanwhile, they had to decide what to keep and what to get rid of. They took the children to the apartment so they could be a part of the decision-making. Chan wanted them to feel comfortable with the choices they made, not feel as if they had no voice in anything.

They’d seen everything before, when visiting their brother. But this was different. Now they were to decide what was going into their home. Chan couldn’t help but feel nervous as Laksha and Kamal took inventory of what was essentially Evan’s furniture. He wasn’t sure what they might be thinking.

“Here, sit on the couch,” he beckoned to Kamal, patting it in what he hoped was an inviting manner.

Kamal sat on the very edge, looking as if he was ready to fly up at any moment.

“What do you think?” Evan asked from Chan’s other side.

The boy shrugged. “I guess it’s nice,” he said. “I like ours better.”

And that’s how he answered every question put to him. Laksha was more polite, but Chan could see that she too preferred what they had to what was in Evan’s apartment.

“I have an idea,” Evan said. He took Chan’s hand in his squeezed it.

Chan was trying not to convey his disappointment. He wished to please Evan too, and he didn’t want to hurt his lover’s feelings by rejecting everything he owned. The children had even turned up their noses at Evan’s lovely bedroom set. He couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated, but then admonished himself for having such uncharitable feelings.

“This is only stuff,” he said. “Your parents house is filled with loving memories. Maybe I can leave it for the next tenant, at least some of it?”

Chan’s heart expanded at Evan’s generosity. He must understand how much the children were clinging to what they knew. They’d been through so much already, how could he tear their familiar surroundings from them? He was relieved to hear Evan echo his thoughts.

“Thank you,” he said, then leaned over and kissed him softly. The beautiful smile he received in turn more than made everything worthwhile.

 to be continued

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Monday, December 7, 2020

Book Review: How to Catch a Queen: Runaway Royals #1 by Alyssa Cole

 

How to Catch a Queen: Runaway Royals #1    


Authors: Alyssa Cole

Publisher: Avon

American release date: December 1, 2020

Format/Genre/Length: Kindle/Multicultural Romance/384 pages

Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

 

Shanti has wanted to be a queen for all of her life. That has been her goal, and to attain that end she has worked very hard, enlisting the aid of her parents in the realization of her dream, and registering with the matchmaking site RoyalMatch.com. But the road she has chosen to travel is not an easy one, and many have scoffed at her for their perceptions of what they consider a foolish fantasy. But Shanti is nothing if not stubborn, and refuses to allow herself to be derailed from her journey. Her reasons for wanting to become a queen are clear to her, even if not to everyone else—she wants to make a difference, to be a force for good, to wield royal power in a helpful way. Her desires have nothing to do with money or glory… or even a king.

Prince Sanyu is the heir to the throne of the kingdom of Nyaza. His father, Sanyu I, helped to reinstate the monarchy after driving out the Liechtienbourger colonizers, with the aid of his chief adviser and closest friend, Musoke. But that was a long time ago, and things are not going well. The king and his adviser have proven resistant to change, keeping their country mired in the traditions of the past, and refusing to entertain ideas concerning progress, or alliances with other countries. The trouble is that the king is dying, and soon Sanyu will sit upon the throne, and the very thought terrifies him. But even more troubling is that they have decided he needs to marry first. Marriages in Nyaza are different than in other places. Each time the king marries, there is a four month trial period, during which it is decided whether his wife is the True Queen or not. If not, then at the end of the trial period, she leaves and the process begins again. Sanyu has lost count of how many queens have come and gone, including his own mother, of whom he has no memories. And now they have chosen a wife for him from an online site? How can that end well?

Shanti is excited to have been chosen as the wife of the prince of Nyaza, even though relations between Nyaza and her home of Thesolo aren’t necessarily the best. She is determined to be the best queen ever. What does it matter that once she meets Sanyu, despite his less than warm attitude, she finds him desirable? That is immaterial. And it quickly becomes problematic, as he makes no move to get to know her. Shanti quickly learns there is a reason why there have been so many queens, and no True Queen. She is practically invisible inside her own home, unseen and unheard. How can she make a difference when no one listens to her? Maybe if she can put her finger on the pulse of the people… When she discovers the group Nyaza Rise Up, she rejoices to be able to offer them some of her great organizational and research skills. But is she secretly plotting with people to wish to harm her kingdom? How can that possibly endear her to her husband… or is that a lost cause anyway?

How to Catch a Queen is the first book in Alyssa Cole’s Runaway Royals series. It’s also related to the Reluctant Royals series, so look for some familiar characters. I have to admit that I loved this book from the start and devoured it in record time. Shanti is an amazing woman, strong, beautiful, intelligent, and with a mind and will of her own. What’s not to like? Sanyu had to grow on me because he appeared to be so weak and there were times I just wanted to shake him. But the nice thing about Alyssa Cole is that she makes her characters real. Even good people have weaknesses and faults, and those perceived as bad aren’t necessarily bad but misguided and simply human.

After Shanti, I loved Kenyatta, her guardswoman, who is strong and brave and not afraid to put a man in his place, even if he is a king. I hope she gets her own love story someday. I loved seeing some of the people I grew to love from the first series, especially Prince Johann, who has a special place in my heart.

This is a romance, without a doubt, but it’s also about friendship and family, and about standing up for what is right, and wielding the power you have to help those in your community, as well as the rest of the world. Everything just resonated with me. And I confess that no one makes me cry quite like Alyssa Cole does, tears of happiness and joy, and the satisfaction of having finished an extraordinarily good read.

Is anyone surprised that I’ve pre-ordered the second book in the series, which comes out next May? Once you read this one, I know you will too.

 

 

Thursday, December 3, 2020

Book Review: Mexican Gothic by SIlvia Moreno-Garcia

Mexican Gothic       


Author: Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Publisher: Del Rey

American release date:  June 30, 2020

Format/Genre/Length: Hardback/Gothic/Historical Fantasy/320 pages

Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

 

Noemi is a pretty girl who likes to party and to socialize, happy to show off her extensive wardrobe of beautiful clothes. She’s attracted many suitors, but isn’t serious about any of them, including her latest, Hugo Duarte. She’s as fickle with her studies, having changed majors a few times, unsure what she wants to do. But when her father requests that she check on her recently wed cousin, Catalina, after receiving a disturbing letter from her, she reluctantly agrees to go. Catalina’s marriage was both shockingly sudden and secretive, and no one has even met the groom, Virgil Doyle. And now Catalina appears to be in distress, so what else can Noemi do?

Noemi travels by train to the home of her cousin and her new family. Known as High Place, it’s in a remote location, far from Mexico City. The house is huge, and at one time perhaps elegant, but now it is dark and forbidding and decaying. Besides Catalina and her husband, the other residents of the house are Virgil’s father, Howard Doyle, and Virgil’s aunt, Florence and her son, Francis.

Florence is buttoned-up and strict, and doesn’t hesitate to spell out the rules to Noemi, many of which seem ridiculous. No hot baths, only cold? No smoking? No using the car or leaving the house without permission or alone? Limited access to Catalina, who apparently sleeps a lot – doctor’s orders.  Is this a home or a prison?

Noemi tries to make sense of what is happening with Catalina, and thinks she may need psychiatric assistance. Not to mention a different physician, or at least a second opinion. The things her cousin says about the walls talking to her, and seeing things… this could be serious, beyond the ken of the family doctor, whom she doesn’t trust.

The house is dark and gloomy, a condition exacerbated by a dearth of light bulbs. But the inhabitants seem not to notice. The only person Noemi feels able to talk to, outside of Catalina, is Francis. But he’s so pale and weak, especially when compared to Catalina’s husband, Virgil, who is exceptionally good-looking. But there is something about Virgil that isn’t quite right either.

Can Noemi solve the mystery of High Place… or will it claim her and Catalina both?

Set in 1950 Mexico, this tale is both original and familiar. It kept me constantly guessing from beginning to end, wondering what was going on in this horrible place. And in the end, I wasn’t even close. Noemi might be a somewhat entitled heroine, and far from perfect, but she is engaging, and has spirit enough to match any traditional gothic heroine. I liked her as much as I disliked most of the inhabitants of High Place.

I will definitely have to read more of this author’s works, this is an amazing novel. I kept thinking it would make a great movie or series, and then I read that it is in development as a Hulu series, so keep your eye out for that. I know I will!

This is a must-read for those who love gothic novels and horror stories and appreciate twists. A definite page-turner. 

Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #45 (10.3)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

Still coping with the death of their parents, Chan and Evan take the children to say good-bye. See how everyone is doing in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #45 (10.3)

Although he dreaded it, Chan thought that his brother and sisters had taken the private viewing of their parents very well, all things considered. Even Madhu. Although Chan had originally decided to leave her at home, he’d changed his mind after talking to the branch manager of the savings and loan where he worked, who was very understanding of his situation. She told him that Madhu needed closure too, or she would never stop looking for her parents. That made sense. He’d discussed the matter with Evan, and in the end, they’d taken all three children to the funeral home.  

The funeral director, Mr. Waverly, had been very helpful and sympathetic. He had talked about death in terms young people could understand before taking them into a small salon, where their parents were. They almost seemed to be resting. Chan  told them how much Maa and Pita had loved them all, and how they had made plans that if something happened to them, Chan would take care of them and be their guardian.

 Everyone was given time to say their good-byes. Laksha maintained a stoic silence while gazing at the two coffins, while Kamal looked away and rubbed at his eyes when he thought no one was watching. Madhu was the enigma among them. She seemed to accept the idea that her parents weren’t sleeping, they were gone and they were in a happier place now.  But Chan wasn’t sure how much she truly understood. She put up a fuss when it was time to leave, kicked her feet and cried, then exhausted herself and fell asleep in Chan’s arms. Afterward, they bought hamburgers from a fast food restaurant, and Evan drove them to the park, where they sat at a picnic table and ate while they discussed the changes that were going to take place.

“Where’d you say we’re going to live?” Kamal scratched his head, giving the two men what seemed like a suspicious glance. Chan chalked it up to his confusion about what was going on. “In your apartment?” He wrinkled his nose at the idea.

“No, our apartment is too small for all of us. We thought we would come to live with you at your house,” Chan explained. “That way, things will stay the same for you, as much as possible. Don’t you think that would be a good idea?” He glanced between Kamal and Laskha, seeking a sign of acceptance from them. “Wouldn’t you rather stay in your own room, in your own bed?”

When Laksha nodded, Chan felt relieved. To be honest, though, he hadn’t expected any trouble from her. She was very mature for her age. He hoped Kamal would be as understanding.

“Yeah,” Kamal said. He fell silent for a moment. “Will we have to call you pita now?” Chan’s heart ached for the pain he felt in his brother’s voice.

Chan shook his head firmly. “No. I’m still your brother Chan. The brother who is going to take care of you all, that’s the only difference.”

“Chan is still Chan,” Laksha quickly interjected. She held Madhu on her lap. The little girl had nibbled at her food after her brief nap but said little. Chan wondered what she was thinking, but he had no idea. At least she didn’t seem upset, not that he could see.

“Does this mean we don’t have to school?” Kamal asked, almost hopefully.

“Don’t be silly,” Laksha replied before Chan could answer.

“I can stay home with Madhu,” Kamal volunteered. “She can’t stay home alone.”

“She won’t be alone, don’t worry. But speaking of school, I think maybe I’ll keep you home for a couple of days. I’ll call your school tomorrow.”

That idea seemed to mollify Kamal somewhat.

Chan turned to Evan. “Maybe we should pick up a few things for tonight and then tomorrow we can decide what we’re bringing and what we’re not?”

“Good idea,” Evan agreed.

He would have to talk to Mandy and see if she was available for babysitting during the day. If not, maybe she knew somebody who was. So many adjustments to make. He was glad they would have the next couple of days to begin to adjust to the way things were now.

Hopefully, the worst was behind them now.

 to be continued

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Cia Nordwell

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