“The thought briefly did cross my mind. How is Lucilla doing with Marcus?”
Denise turned towards her with her legs crossed in a Lotus position. “I believe she is finding it much easier to rehab that farmhouse in Tuscany she bought since we gave her our suggestion for that Italian Lotto.”
“Oh yes. Thirty two million dollars will definitely come in handy.”
“Aja does not need it. She’s loaded,” Denise laughed, taking another sip of wine.
“She is indeed. It was awfully nice of her to direct all that money to Judith for all the women who were victims. When do you expect we are going to see little ones from either of them?”
Denise just smiled, took another drink and sighed. “Not in the immediate future. Oh and yes, it was nice of Aja to give all of that dirty money for something good to come out of it.
Layla was tracing the engravings on the medallion she was holding when the symbol for the new home of Quintus, Conventina and the others glowed red. In each of their minds they heard their own voices speaking. I wish we could move like that, Layla whispered. Quieter than tip toes, Denise said quietly.
“So these gifts are not just for show after all,” Layla said.
“I never thought they were. Too bad they did not come with an instruction book,” Denise giggled.
“You didn’t huh?”
“Nope. Come on, let’s go inside, put on some good tunes and turn down the lights.”
“Really? You got a birthday present for me?” Layla smiled.
“Oh do I have a birthday present for you.”
Denise stood up and walked towards the house. “Just leave everything out here until the morning,” she said, carrying only the bottle of unfinished wine.
“Okay,” Layla said. The medallion she held still glowed red. She stood up and made for the house to find herself floating towards it. “Well I’ll be.”
“Did you say something baby?” Denise said, turning to find Layla moving effortlessly coming up behind her, changing directions at will.
“Yes. I was saying well I’ll be,” she smiled before kissing Denise. When she did her feet were not touching the ground.
“You may have to figure out how to deactivate that, or put it down to stay on the bed,” Denise laughed.
“I wonder how high we can go?”
“I have a feeling we are going to find out,” Denise smiled as she followed Layla who floated into the house, closing the door behind her.
The sound of Patti Smith could be heard through the open windows.
On their ship, light years from Earth, the same song was playing in Coventina’s room. “Take me now baby here as I am, Pull me close try and understand, Desire is the hunger is the fire I breathe, Love is the banquet on which we feed.”
In Makanda, the song continued to play when the lights went out.
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