Part 9 (1/2)
”Hong and I had a small argument.”
”Like the argument you had with Matt?”
”No.”
There was a lengthening, a scornful p.r.o.nunciation of that second letter that only a teenager could manage. At twenty, the ability was lost. Three years, Claire told herself, just three more years. She'd been ten when Diana was born and the sudden appearance of a younger sister had come as a complete surprise. Over the years, although she loved Diana dearly, the surprise had turned to apprehension, being around her was somewhat similar to being around sweating dynamite. ”These people are supposed to be training you. You could a.s.sume they know what they're doing.”
”Yeah, well, they're old and they never let me do anything.”
”I haven't time to get into this with you right now. Put Mom on, please.”
”Duh, Claire, it's Sunday morning.”
She took a minute to whack herself on the forehead with the receiver. She'd completely forgotten. ”Could you ask her to call me the moment she gets home from church?”
”You didn't say the magic word.”
”Diana!”
”Chill, I'm kidding. What's the matter anyway? You sound like you just looked into the depths of h.e.l.l.”
Reflecting, not for the first time, that her little sister had an appalling amount of power from someone with an equally appalling amount of self-confidence, Claire smoothed the lingering tremors out of her voice. ”Just ask her to call me, please.” She read the number off the dial. ”It's important.”
Dean could hear Claire talking on the phone as he came up the bas.e.m.e.nt stairs. Ignoring the temptation to eavesdrop, as much as he wanted to know what she was saying, it would've been rude, he continued on into the kitchen, where he found Austin attempting to open the fridge.
”They build garage door openers, push of a b.u.t.ton and you can park your car, but does anyone ever think of building something like that for a fridge. No.” He pulled his claws out of the rubber seal and glared up at Dean. ”What does a cat have to do to get breakfast around here?”
”Are you okay?”
”Why wouldn't I be?”
”A few minutes ago...”
Austin interrupted with an explosive snort. ”That was then, this is now.” Rising onto his hind legs, he rested his front paws just above Dean's denim-covered knee, claws extended only enough for emphasis. ”You look like a nice guy, why don't you feed me?”
”Austin!”
”That's my name,” he sighed, dropping back to all four feet. ”Don't wear it out.”
As Claire came around the corner, she was amazed at how familiar it seemed, as though this were the twenty-second not merely the second time she'd walked into the kitchen. Layered between the sleeping Sara and h.e.l.l, there was a comforting domesticity about the whole thing. She shuddered.
”Are you okay?” Dean asked.
”I'm fine. I just had a vision of an unpleasant future.” Shaking her head, hoping to clear it, she added, ”My mother wasn't home, but I left a message with my sister. She'll call later.”
Austin jumped up onto the counter. ”Why was your sister home!”
”The usual.”
”Anyone get hurt?”