When Tis Done – Part 72

When Tis Done cover smallJordan arrives at Brian’s home the next day, excited because she shared his Dream. Brian remembers it fairly well, and also remembers that, for some reason, he needs to talk to her eldest brother, Scott.

“No. Sometimes it’s really vague, other times, like last night, it’s very realistic. But that was a level I’ve never experienced before. I think it’s because you were there.”

“Why was I there?”

“I don’t know. I think because we need Scott. I don’t know why we need him….”

“I don’t either, but I called him as soon as I got up. Not that it made him very happy, but when I explained what had happened, he promised to call me later this afternoon and we’d all three talk.”

“Good. Do you think he can visit? I get the feeling this is immediate.”

“I don’t know. Maybe he can join us in the Dream?”

“It’s not like a chatroom or a conference call, Jordan. I don’t know how to invite him in. I have no clue how you ended up there.”

“You can ask Roy Curtis this weekend. Maybe he knows something?”

“I will. I can’t wait to talk to him about Dreaming. There’s so much I don’t know and no one else knows how to help me. It will be cool to talk to someone else who understands.”

“I want to,” Jordan said quietly.

“I know, babe. I didn’t mean that as a reprimand. I wonder if, after we’re promised, if you’ll Dream with me more often? Or after we’re married.”

“I’m excited to find out.”

“Me too.”

They pulled up at the school to find a car in Jordan’s spot. It had out of state plates and no student sticker. Peeved, she pulled around to Brian’s place and parked there.

“You’d think that people could pay attention. Now, I have to stop by the office and report it so no one will ticket my car.”

“Let’s get the car tag, make and model of the car before we go in.”

“I want a picture,” she snapped, getting out of the car before he came around to help her. Forgetting the drop to the pavement, Jordan stumbled, nearly hitting her head on the neighboring car.

“Look, someone’s coming. Maybe it’s their car,” Brian said as he hurried around. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. Clumsy. Look!” She pointed to the other vehicle.

The woman walking toward the offending car was probably in her forties. She was Asian, tall, sturdily built with shoulder length black, straight hair. Severely dressed, she looked a matron at a prison. Unlocking the car, she cast about for a moment and noticed Brian and Jordan staring at her. They approached and she got in the car quickly, starting it up and putting it in gear without really checking behind her. Tires screeched and her car shuddered to a stop, less than three inches from another car. The driver, a teenager, hopped out, screaming. The woman waved her fingers and the boy stopped yelling. He got docily back in his car and took off without another word.

Brian ran to the other car, standing behind it, so the woman couldn’t back up. Furious, she waved her fingers at him, as she had the other student, but Brian held firm. Frowning, she glared at him, then Jordan. When he refused to move, she put the car in park and got out.

“You could get hurt there,” she said, her voice layered with several tones.

Brian glowered. “You parked in my girlfriend’s spot. These are reserved for students.”

“I had no idea. I apologize.” She waved her fingers again.

Brian smiled at her look of consternation and surprise. “Doesn’t work on me, does it? Your Mind Mojo. I’m guessing you’re Lien’s housekeeper. Or are you another kind of keeper altogether?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Please leave so I can get out of your girlfriend’s spot.”

“Fine. But know this—I’m watching. I’ve seen you, gotten your scent. I’ll remember you. If you want your tricks to work on me, you’ll have to up your game. But I’m guessing you don’t want to tip your hand just yet. If you’re waiting to find Jian, you could have a long wait.”

“You are a very impertinent boy. Move now.”

© 2018 Dellani Oakes

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