12-04-2019, 02:44 PM
"As long as you promise... not to pull that... stupid dream trick... where we're going up to my bedroom... and get sidetracked somehow."
Suzy-Q pressed her lips up to Helena's. They parted and her tongue slid out, requesting permission to dock. Helena granted access, and docking procedures commenced. Suzy-Q broke the seal.
"Your dragons are green now. This is still your head, and you're still Contessa Helena de San Finzione here."
They stood, and Contessa Helena de San Finzione led Suzy-Q through the secret passage up to her bedroom.
* * *
"Wow," Julie Equals said, looking out the window of the limousine. "Troy, look, she's still there!"
Troy Equals, her husband, looked out her window at the Yia-Yia, illuminated by a streetlight and drinking her vino. They both waved, even though there was no way the old woman could have seen them through the tinted glass.
"You know her?" Susan Bailey asked, also looking out a window at the Yia-Yia.
"We met her last time we were here," Troy explained. "We should stop by again if we get the chance."
The limousine made its way slowly toward the hospital. Because Colleen now lived in San Finzione for business, the driver had delivered her to long-term parking at the airport. They'd said their goodbyes and promised to see each other again during their stay before proceeding into the city.
Troy, Julie, and Susan continued looking out the windows at the sidewalk and hospital lawn where people stood holding candles and signs. Susan tried to read the ones that she could, but English was the only one of San Finzione's four official languages that she knew. A few signs amongst the others were in a different language altogether.
"Let's see," she said. "English, Italian, French, Spanish... What's that other one?"
"Swahili," Troy replied as the limo turned onto the hospital drive. "San Finzione's Uongoian community is very supportive of La Contessa."
They pulled up to the main entrance. Because the Ultimados had standing orders from Contessa Helena that, should they come to San Finzione, under no circumstances are these personal friends of La Contessa to come in contact with the press; the reporters had been pushed out past the vigil. The entrance of the hospital had also been darkened to discourage tele-photography for the limousine's approach, and a security canopy covered the walk from the car to the main door. Troy motioned for Scappa, Helena's chauffeur, not to bother getting the door and stepped out.
He turned to help his wife out of the car. When he turned back to Susan and offered his hand, she wouldn't take it.
"Susan, hon?" Troy asked, looking at Susan's face. She was concentrating on something distant, focused on it. Troy turned and saw nothing but the sliding glass doors of the hospital at the end of the long, white tunnel, the universal red-on-white crosses on either door. He looked back at Susan, discomfort growing on her face as she tried to will her foot to continue its journey that final two inches to the ground.
Suzy-Q pressed her lips up to Helena's. They parted and her tongue slid out, requesting permission to dock. Helena granted access, and docking procedures commenced. Suzy-Q broke the seal.
"Your dragons are green now. This is still your head, and you're still Contessa Helena de San Finzione here."
They stood, and Contessa Helena de San Finzione led Suzy-Q through the secret passage up to her bedroom.
* * *
"Wow," Julie Equals said, looking out the window of the limousine. "Troy, look, she's still there!"
Troy Equals, her husband, looked out her window at the Yia-Yia, illuminated by a streetlight and drinking her vino. They both waved, even though there was no way the old woman could have seen them through the tinted glass.
"You know her?" Susan Bailey asked, also looking out a window at the Yia-Yia.
"We met her last time we were here," Troy explained. "We should stop by again if we get the chance."
The limousine made its way slowly toward the hospital. Because Colleen now lived in San Finzione for business, the driver had delivered her to long-term parking at the airport. They'd said their goodbyes and promised to see each other again during their stay before proceeding into the city.
Troy, Julie, and Susan continued looking out the windows at the sidewalk and hospital lawn where people stood holding candles and signs. Susan tried to read the ones that she could, but English was the only one of San Finzione's four official languages that she knew. A few signs amongst the others were in a different language altogether.
"Let's see," she said. "English, Italian, French, Spanish... What's that other one?"
"Swahili," Troy replied as the limo turned onto the hospital drive. "San Finzione's Uongoian community is very supportive of La Contessa."
They pulled up to the main entrance. Because the Ultimados had standing orders from Contessa Helena that, should they come to San Finzione, under no circumstances are these personal friends of La Contessa to come in contact with the press; the reporters had been pushed out past the vigil. The entrance of the hospital had also been darkened to discourage tele-photography for the limousine's approach, and a security canopy covered the walk from the car to the main door. Troy motioned for Scappa, Helena's chauffeur, not to bother getting the door and stepped out.
He turned to help his wife out of the car. When he turned back to Susan and offered his hand, she wouldn't take it.
"Susan, hon?" Troy asked, looking at Susan's face. She was concentrating on something distant, focused on it. Troy turned and saw nothing but the sliding glass doors of the hospital at the end of the long, white tunnel, the universal red-on-white crosses on either door. He looked back at Susan, discomfort growing on her face as she tried to will her foot to continue its journey that final two inches to the ground.
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