Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 118860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
At once, Sandrine lifted her head and looked around the room. Suddenly looking important, she directed her question at Solange. “Are you my client, Auntie?”
Solange nodded. “I am. Dominic and I are both your clients,” she added firmly.
Dominic put on a look of horror. “Wait. This is a girls’ thing. Totally female. Dominic isn’t any part of it. I can slay demons for you, but whatever you women are up to, that’s far too scary for me.”
That put Sandrine into a fit of laughter. Her giggles filled the room with joy. If Sarika could imagine such a thing, she would think there were incandescent bubbles floating throughout the house, all created by the one small child.
She wiggled until her father put her down, and then she danced in front of Dominic, making chicken noises until he chased her around the room. She let out several girlie screams and dove for the couch. “Safe. This is the safe zone.”
“There is no safe zone.” Dominic growled like a large bear. “This house is a big bear den and has no couches.” He put his arms up and lumbered toward her. Illusion took over, and he did appear as a giant standing bear.
Instead of being frightened, Sandrine buried her face in the cushions, laughing so hard she snorted, which made her laugh even more. She put one little hand up to fend off the giant bear as it shuffled closer, making growly bear noises.
“Auntie Solange, Uncle Dominic is drooling. Drooling.” She burst out laughing again and rolled right off the couch to land on Dominic’s gigantic paws.
“Bears drool, you little demon,” Dominic told her in a bad-bear voice.
That sent her rolling across the floor, holding her sides. Sarika found herself laughing because, really, how could you not? On the other hand, the child was so high-energy, she couldn’t imagine keeping up with her twenty-four seven. And a new one on the way?
Sandrine was up and dancing, rocking out to a beat only she could hear and calling to her mother to dance with her. “Since you’re my client, Auntie, no balloons!” she called, wiggling her hips and bottom in a wide, gyrating circle.
Tomas tugged at Sarika’s hair. The only time I’ve seen that child quiet is when she’s scared or asleep.
“Sandrine, we need to sit down with Auntie Solange and write down the things that she wants for the party,” Jasmine said. She glanced at Dominic, and he waved a hand toward the corner, where a small desk appeared with a little chair. There was a notebook and several glittery colored pens sitting invitingly on the desk.
The exchange was smooth, practiced, something the two had done many times. Sarika found she liked Dominic. He might be intimidating, but when it came to his family, he was all in. She risked a quick peek at Tomas. He would be like that. He was all in with his brothers. Protective of them. She knew he thought of them continuously and wanted the best for them.
Was he right about the three royal families being tied together by the temple? Just knowing the temple was there, in a place it shouldn’t have been, made her think about what was the known truth and what was hidden. Historians were aware of the many Mayan communities, and supposedly, there weren’t any in Peru. Yet the ruins of the temple were there, and they had a Mayan feel. The jaguar statues still stood, glaring, judging good or evil. The temple joined the sky, the earth and the underworld. She had been there, serving in that temple. Once she allowed that door to open in her memories and she could acknowledge to herself that the things in her past were real, she was remembering more and more.
The temple was more than a place of worship. It was sacred for many reasons, not the least of which was that the women came together to visit and help one another. There was always laughter and singing. Young children ran and played and danced with abandon, just as Sandrine had done. There were art projects and mathematics and much teaching going on. It was always busy and always a place of joy.
Sandrine ran to the desk and arranged her paper and pens, then sat with a red gel pen poised in her hand while she looked expectantly at her client.
Solange indicated the paper. “Write down ‘no balloons.’ ”
Sandrine sighed, looked about to protest, but then squared her little shoulders and began to painstakingly write “No balloons. Not even red ones.”
She showed the paper to Solange, looking very mournful. “What else?”
“What do you suggest we have at the party?”
Sandrine’s face lit up. “We should do a princess party. We can all wear tiaras. The glittery kind. The baby is a girl. She’ll like that. I’ll wear a pink princess dress.”