Guest Room
Lara Wyle’s Cabin
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
2:30 A.M.
Marie decided to keep Logan in bed for the rest of the night after she fed him a good meal. She thought it would be better that way so maybe he would feel at his optimal best in the morning. Logan tried his best to argue that he was fine enough to go meet Lily but, there was no arguing with Marie. They didn’t make love for dessert after dinner; she curled up to his side after he used the bathroom. So, Lara and Frank had a quiet dinner alone of fried chicken, mashed instant potatoes, and peas Lara made after Frank hadn’t caught any fish. Lily also slept through the meal. Marie’s idea was a good plan, until Logan decided he needed a beer and maybe a snack. He gently rolled Marie away and tucked her sleeping form into her side of the bed. He stayed a few minutes more to make sure she wouldn’t awake from his loss. He snuck out to the kitchen as quietly as possible. He grabbed a beer from the small fridge running from an outside generator. He popped the lid with the tip of one claw and started to drink as he stood at the sink in the dark. Suddenly, his sensitive hearing picked up footsteps on the hardwood floor, looming but a little hesitant as well as afraid; heartbeat racing. Didn’t smell like Marie coming to rat him out, but the scent was clearly feminine. She didn’t smell like Lara, like maple syrup and cinnamon. Nope, this female smelt of the south, like powdered sugar and honeysuckle. Definitely, a different southern from Marie’s magnolia blossoms and vanilla. There was only one other female it could be. He retracted the claw he had poised near the surface of his skin for protection.
“You must be James…” the female spoke in a soft voice so it wouldn’t wake the others.
Logan turned to look at her and received another shock. There was his other sister Louisa Westley as she held a battery operated Coleman camping lantern. He took a couple quick deep breaths so he wouldn’t pass out as he stared at her. It was almost like looking in a mirror. Her hair was dark like Lara’s, though cut short; it should have been more feminine, but it was whipped back and masculine like his. She had the same face as Lara as well as her height which was about six feet high. He guessed her to be in her early 30’s like her twin. She was dressed in a white terry cloth robe and reflecting the light of the lantern.
“Uh… Logan, call me Logan,” he couldn’t believe how nervous he sounded. “You must be Louisa.”
“You can call meh, Lily.”
“Okay, Lily,” Logan spoke a little more at ease.
“Hungry?”
“I could eat somethin’.”
“Good, ‘cause ah’m cookin’,” she said and set about finding the makings for a couple sandwiches.
Logan sat down at the dining room table just off the kitchen and watched her. He sensed something was wrong when she asked him a question.
“How do-yah feel ‘bout frahd chickin?”
“Fine, pass the bird.”
“Crispy or grilled?”
“Crispy.”
“Excellent choice.”
Lily carried over the platter of left over fried chicken that had been dinner for Lara and Frank. Frank had the grilled version. She set the platter down and went back for a beer for herself and a refill for Logan. She took a seat across from him as he dug into the pile of fried chicken. Lily grabbed a thigh for her as Logan opened her bottle by twisting off the cap. As she ate, she glanced over his features that she could see in the battery operated lantern’s light.
“Ah hope you don’t mahnd meh sayin’ this but, ah gotta. If ah wasn’t your sistah and you were single, ah’d be all over you lahk white on rice. Ah do declare, Marie’s got a damn fahn beau.”
Logan nearly gagged on the chicken and the eyebrow went up.
“Thanks, I think,” with an, I’m embarrassed smile. “So, what’s your story?”
“Well, ah was sixty-seven when ah found out our maternal grandparents had gone down with the RMS Tahtanic. Ah found out ah had a sister when the first family that adopted meh, were killed bah a hurricane. Ah was able to use mah gifts to fahnd her. We also share two of those twin bond thingies, emotional and physical.”
“Like she can feel when you’re hurt and vice versa?”
“Yeah and ah can tell when she’s stressed because then ah git moody,” she spoke before she tore into her piece of chicken. “Ah spent most of mah life in Nawlins and France a tahm or five. That’s New Orleans to the Yankees. Ah went through several rough patches. Ah was 16 when the civil war broke out. Ah did mah best to help slaves escape. Ah was shot a few tahms, but then ah would wake up and everyone was gone. Ah nevah had children or a husband for that mattah. Ah’ve had tons-ah lovers though.”
Logan thought it was ironic; she was like the feminine form of the Wolverine. He’d had tons of one night stands that he couldn’t remember half of by now.
“I don’t remember much but, I know I was in the civil war, fighting for the north,” he spoke soberly. Our half-brother, Victor, fought beside me in several wars.” He thought by keeping out Victor’s last name, that she wouldn’t go looking for trouble.
“What’s he lahk?”
“You don’t wanna know,” Logan snapped at her with a growl.
“Yes, ah do or ah wouldn’t have asked.”
“He kills for pleasure. Don’t get near him.”
“Don’t worry, ah won’t,” he could smell she was telling the truth.
“Mah adoptive parents were killed when their boat ran aground on some coral when ah was around 20. Ah can’t believe ah’m gonna be 165 here soon. Sometime in August ah think, maht be October. Ah forget. They say with old age, the first thing ta go is the mahnd.”
“Heh, I suppose. Only mine went on retirement early.”
Changing the subject as he reached for another piece of yummy chicken…
“So what are your ‘gifts’?”
“Ah have advanced senses and ah can heal fast, ah course. Ah have a few forms of ESP. Ah have nevah lost anything because ah can have flashbacks, visions, and premonitions, with where and when included. Ah got it from our birth mama’s sahd. Not sure where ah got the healin’ and the senses from though.”
“I’m guessing our birth father’s side. I have heightened senses and accelerated healing as well. And these,” Logan said as he popped three claws out of his left hand for a quick show and tell. “But these were given to me, courtesy of the United States Government.”
“Ah’m sorry,” she said as she cupped his other hand.
“Don’t be. Oddly enough, these lead me to finding Marie. Please go on.”
“Ah can feel when Lara gits sick, ‘cause ah git sick raht after ah find out she’s ill. Ah was sickly as a kid and ah think it may have been because of mah sistah, but ah can’t prove it. Ah have felt her tragedies and her trah-umfs. Ah have ridden through several hurricanes, and ah own mah own restaurant and catering business.”
“Sounds like you’ve had quite a life.”
“From what ah know ‘bout you, you’ve had a rough one.”
“Yeah, I uh… Don’t remember most of it.”
She reached over and cupped her hand over his, “Don’t worry ‘bout the past, Logan. Let’s focus on our futures instead.”
“Speakin’ of the future, I want you to come to the weddin’. I haven’t asked Marie, but I’m sure she’d want you there.”
“Ah don’t know…” Logan wasn’t sure why she hesitated.
“You could hitch a ride with Lara and Frank.”
“It’s not that, hon. Ah don’t know if ah will have the tahm off. When is it?”
“April fourteenth, twenty twelve.”
“That’s the first Satuhday aftah Easter, ain’t it?” She asked as she pulled her phone out of the pocket of her white robe.
“I don’t know, I think so, why.”
“Ah have the spring breakah’s comin’ in that week, sugah. It’s one of the busiest tahms of year for meh.”
“Damn, well, couldn’t you delegate or somethin’. You could put someone else in charge.”
Logan couldn’t believe his own voice. He began to sound desperate… The Wolverine don’t beg.
‘Well, maybe in front of Marie when she’s suckin’ my cock, but usually never when it came to others.’
“Look, ah will do what ah can when ah git back home. Ah will keep in contact with Lara and see what ah can work out.”
“Good, because if you can, I want you to cater the wedding for Marie and I.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I swear.”
“But… What about Marie, sugah? Does she already have plans?”
“Not that I know of. I can make a few calls and you can talk to our wedding co-coordinators.”
“Two? How big a shin-dig we tahlkin’ here?”
“I don’t really know. Maybe 50 people or less, I’m not certain. Marie’s friend that’s pregnant and obsessed with yellow wanted to plan the wedding, so, naturally I objected. I don’t want to be staring at various shades of yellow everywhere as I wait for Marie at the altar. Then our other friend at the school asked to step in. She’s helping to make sure it goes off well, without yellow…”
“Yeah, ah wouldn’t have picked you for a yellow kindah guy. Naw, you look more lahk an earthy brown, forest green, with big wide blue skah’s above, and black tux kindah guy.”
“Damn straight. We still have more people to ask. So, can ya do it?”
“Lahk ah said. Ah will do what ah can when ah git home. Theyah already goin’ berserk without meh there now, it’s ah kindah trial. If it works, ah maht take off more. Ah haven’t had a good long vacation since before Katrina.”
“Remind me before we leave and I will get you the number of the one in charge of the reception.”
“Deal, sugah,” she said as she shook his hand.
Out of the blue as she touched him she had a premonition so horrifying, that she whipped her hand out of his abruptly.
“Sorry,” she spoke and he instantly smelled her fear.
“What is it?” Logan quickly began testing his senses to see if he had missed something. No, they were alone.
“You remembah ah told you ah have flashbacks, visions, and premonitions, raht?”
“Yeah…” he voiced as he was unsure of where she was headed with his path.
“Ah just had a premonition vision just bah touchin’ your hand. That’s how mah gift works. Ah just have to touch someone, lahk that Dead Zone guy from the television.”
Logan wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what she saw… He had to know.
“Was it bad?”
“Quite, ah’m afraid. But there was a braht white light before ah let your hand free.”
“Tell me, I need to know,” the concern written all over his face.
“Ah can’t Logan.”
“Why not?” He sounded irritated to his own ears.
“Because ah don’t tell anyone if somethin’ bad is gonna happen. Because ah don’t wanna be responsible for what happens. What if ah told ya what ya wanna know? Then ya go and change it, but what if changin’ it is what lead to somethin’ fatal happenin’? Ah couldn’t live with that, sugah.”
Frustration began to build, but somewhere deep down he understood. He decided to come back at her a little calmer to try and coax her into giving him what he wanted to know. At least if he knew what was coming then he could plan how to protect Marie and his newly reconnected family.
“What can you tell me?”
“All ah can say is that this year and the next will be a rough road for ya’ll. Maybe even a year or two after the weddin.”
“That’s not anything to go on. I need meat. Give me something I can work with.”
“June or July will bring a tragedy for Marie. August will bring catastrophe to you. Your hearts will be adrift for some tahm. But, you will fahnd a way back to each othah with help from friends… That’s all ah can give you. Ah may be off bah a month or two, but ah’m usually pretty accurate.”
Logan felt more frustration that she couldn’t tell him more, but he’d take what she gave him; tragedy for Marie and catastrophe for him. How could he move on that? He had to know one more thing…
“Did you see death?”
Instantly, he smelled her fear and knew the answer but he waited for her response anyway.
“Yes, but I cannot tell…”
“I know, I know,” Logan cut her off.
“Well, we killed the plate, sugah,” she tried to lighten the mood.
“Heh, think they’ll mind?”
“Naw. Ah’ll clean up. You bettah git back to Marie.”
“Right. Thanks. You’ll like her. We’ll be leavin’ today, though, later, after breakfast.”
“Ah haftah leave around that tahm too. Lara and Frank are flyin’ meh home. Ah flew one way out here. Ah wish we all could stay for a long, long tahm, in a bubble.”
There was an awkward silence as they seriously gazed upon each other. Then Lily wrapped her arms around him in a tight bear hug. Logan could barely breathe but he hugged her back. She loosened up a little when she sensed he had trouble inhaling.
“Ah’m glad we finally met. Ah always wanted a brother and ah nevah got one until today.”
He didn’t know what to say, as he smelt salt water nearby. Problem was, were they hers or his? He felt tears form in his ducts.
“I don’t remember if I had any family in my past, but I’m glad that I found two sisters, I can call mine,” Logan spoke and then gave her a hug around her shoulders as she had her arms around his chest.
After a few moments they both let each other go and he cupped her head before he planted a kiss on her forehead.
“Night,” he softly uttered before he turned to go.
“Night,” she whispered back because she knew he could hear her.
Dining Room
Lara Wyle’s Cabin
7:00 A.M.
Lara went into the kitchen and to the generator operated refrigerator and noticed the bright pink Post-It on the empty plate of fried chicken she’d left in the fridge last night. ‘Sorry,’ it read. ‘Lily and Logan.’ She sighed; glad that they had met and no big event shattered her sleep. She set about fixing a hearty breakfast for the four of them and oatmeal with brown sugar plus a little maple syrup for Frank. This morning though, she slipped him a small pat of stick margarine to brighten his morning.
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Happy Friday the 13th! And just in time...
Logan meets his other sister!
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Happy Friday the 13th! And just in time...
Logan meets his other sister!
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