SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME ch 10

SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 10

Mo deas

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Mia’s father poured himself another shot of Hennessey while her mother made a pot of tea. “Brian, we both knew this day would come, but I never dreamed it would come so quickly.”

“I know, Morena, and at such a young age. She scares me.”

“Brian, I was younger than Mia when I knew I could fly, but I never exhibited any sort of intuition.”

“Morena, it’s not just intuition. She seems to have the gift of sight as well as spelling. It’s almost like she has two personalities. As I said, she scares me.”

“I think we need to have another conversation with your aunt. I’ll stop by her cottage tomorrow and invite her for dinner.”

The kettle whistled and Morena turned to make her tea as she heard the door to Mia’s bedroom quietly close. Mia’s footfalls were unmistakable as she plodded down the stairs.

“Sorry, mom, dad, but I heard what you were saying and don’t worry about Aintin Finola. She’s going to be here around six, just in time for supper. Mom, if you’re making a list of things to get at the grocery store, Aintin said there is a section in the market that sells special milk for cats. Can we get some for Mo deas? I know she’d like it.”

Mia yawned and as she walked toward the stairs, snapped her fingers and her parents sat in shock as they saw the windows open to let in the night air.

“Night, mom, dad.”

Morena all but fell onto her chair as she saw Mia almost float up the staircase. If she was a betting woman, she’d have bet a week’s pay that her daughter’s feet never touched any of the steps.

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“So, then Morena,” Liz started to ask, “what are you making for supper? This little market doesn’t seem to have much, or at least not what we were used to in America.” She glanced at Mia and suppressed the urge to ask her friend what was troubling her.

“I’m making my easy-peasy goulash. My mother often made it, and it soon became a family favorite. All I need is stew meat, one very large tomato, and one very large onion, a few ginger snap cookies, and about one tablespoon of flour. Well, that’s the main recipe, but I’m thinking of doubling it since I’m not sure how hungry Brian will be later on.”

“Mm, sounds good. Ian has decided he wants tenderloin and cabbage. Morena, I think we’ll be looking for a store that sells small appliances. I wish I would have thought to ship some of them here, but I had no idea I’d need them, or that we’d be planning on staying”

“Same here. I have a Dutch oven that Finola put in my kitchen. I can use that for my supper tonight. She did an excellent job of stocking our houses with what she thought we’d need and use, but tomorrow, I’m going over everything to see what else I might want – like a slow cooker!”

“Morena, that’s an excellent idea. I have a feeling that tomorrow will be another shopping day!”

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At precisely six that evening, Finola knocked on the door and handed Morena a freshly baked blueberry pie. “I have several blueberry bushes and thought you might enjoy one of my pies.”

As they spoke Mia, with Mo deas in her arms, walked down the stairs. “Hello, Aintin,” she said as she walked to her great aunt and kissed her cheek.

Mo deas wriggled out of Mia’s arms, jumped into Finola’s lap and, like Mia, kissed (okay, so she licked) the old woman’s cheek.

“Oh, Mia, mo neacht mhilis (my sweet niece), how are you, my darling girl?”

Morena poured everyone a glass of iced tea, and then placed the large pot of goulash on the table. “Please, Aunt Finola, help yourself. I’ll put the pie on the counter. By the way, I absolutely adore my kitchen. It really is so much better than the one I had back home.”

Finola looked at her nephew’s wife and answered, “I did some research and consulted a contractor, but I know there are things I hadn’t thought of. I did my best with the pots and pans but, not knowing what you like to cook or how, I only stocked a small set. I had a feeling you might want to purchase other items. Liz, too, for that matter.” She pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Morena, “Here is the name, address, and directors to a store that sells just about anything you could possible think of.” Turning to Brian, she asked, “Brian, lovie, did you have any luck finding the generator you wanted?”

“As a matter of act, yes, we did. A representative from the company will out here next Friday, then he, Ian, and I will discuss the matter in more detail.”

“That’s excellent. And now, I know each of you, and yes, Mia, that includes you, have questions about Mia and the probable powers she’s developing.”

Turning to Mia, she asked, “Mia, I won’t ask if you’d prefer being a witch or an elf. There, mo stor, you have no choice. You’re both. You are from the Clan of Fey. The Fey are very important and powerful beings. Through the years and the ability to intermarry, powers were passed down from generation to generation. However, not everyone in the Clan developed powers. Some, for whatever reason, were overlooked and had no ability at all. While others, like yourself, showed signs of Elf and Witch. Some had a little of one, but plenty of the other. We’ll know where you fit in as you grow. For now, just enjoy each new sensation as it comes along.”

Looking at Mo deas who watched her intently, she added, “Isn’t that right Mo deas, an t-eolas?” (my pretty, the familiar)