Serenya
I was halfway preparing to sleep since have been awake all night when Kaelith’s Mom ordered me to get dress.
“I expect you to be dressed, ready, and five minutes early for the charity committee brunch. Wear something that says you understand subtlety. I will not sit beside a walking billboard.”
That had been her greeting this morning, delivered from her custom-made velvet wheelchair, her spine ramrod straight and her voice sharper than the cane resting at her side. She hadn’t waited for my answer. She never did. I stood there in the hallway outside her sitting room, still in my robe, nodding because what else could I do?
She didn’t invite Kaelith to join us. And I didn’t ask him.
I could’ve, at least I felt a bit comfortable around him. A single sentence, a soft request, an
