No manners at all, said Jerichos muffled voice. Oh God. Oh God. You dont parade surcease like this in front of wildlings, you young idiot. What were you thinking?
No, youre plenty of help, thanks. Harper smiled faintly at her. Ill see you next week, then.Harper wasnt surprised that Gemma had told their mother about what shed planned on doing. Nathalie wouldve been the only person who wouldnt think she was insane or try to stop her from doing something stupid.
As hard as it had been seeing her mother act the way she had today, there was actually something sweet about it. Nathalie couldnt remember what Gemma had said, but it had gotten through to her that her daughter was in trouble. All week shed been worrying about her.Harper didnt want her mother to be upset, but she wasnt always sure that Nathalie still loved them. Her mother had a severe traumatic brain injury, and when it came to love, everyone always told her that Nathalie loved them in her own way and as best as she could.And Harper accepted that. She just didnt know exactly what that meant, but today it became a lot clearer.
She left feeling even more drained than she normally did after visiting Nathalie. Along the drive home her eyes blurred with tears, and she had to blink them back so she could see the road.When she finally got home, she noticed her fathers truck was gone, so he was presumably still at the lawyers. Harper pulled in the driveway behind Gemmas beat-up Chevy. It hadnt moved since it had died on Gemma, and now she wondered dimly if her sister would ever drive it again.
Harper shook her head, trying to clear it from that kind of thinking, and she knew she couldnt spend the afternoon alone in the house.
She got out of the car and was headed toward Alexs house when she spotted him in the backyard. Dark clouds were gathering overhead, looking almost black on the horizon, and Alex was staring up at them.No. No-no, that wont do at all. She lays Lily on the couch beside her and claps her hands twice—quick and sharp. And miraculously, after one more little squawk, Lilliana stops crying and blinks up at the Queen.
Thank you, much better.Shes like a scarier, meaner Mary Poppins.
Now that youve composed yourself, you and your brother and I will take a stroll in the gardens together.She motions to the nurse, who swaddles the baby and puts her in the pram.