“The Queen said you are already a super,” Andrew responded to my question, although he was behind us, far enough away that he shouldn’t have heard our whispers, but, evidently, he had the ears of an owl. When first said that, I worried that his voice was loud enough to carry down to our guests, but then I realized that Andrew hadn’t spoken out loud. He’d sent those words mind to mind. Oh, my!
That was a big surprise, but then I played back what he’d said (or mind sent, I guess you’d call it.) “The Queen? The Fae Queen, the one that left me this . . .” Timothy stopped me from explaining what I’d been about to say. I guess the necklace was a secret. Why was that? Or was it that I’d said my words out loud, when the others’ conversations had all been in silent mode, which I was just now realizing. Did I have the ability to send mental messages? Could I mind speak with other supers?
“No discussions about such things now, my darling. Right now we go to share our happiness with our friends,” Timothy whispered into my ear. That time I knew he’d spoken using real words. His breath had tickled.
“And, please cut the silly cake, please,” Simone added. “The whining of your friend is driving me crazy.”
I couldn’t tell if Simone was truly bothered by Cara. Simone’s face rarely changed its expression, maybe only briefly when she laughed. I tried to remember if I’d seen any signs of humor in her countenance. Probably not. Once again I wondered about her supernatural condition. (Was that the way to put it? What else would you call it if not a condition . . . a specialty?)
I’d once asked Timothy about Simone, and he’d told me to talk to her in person, but, although I really liked Simone, she wasn’t exactly approachable. There would probably never be any girlie chats with her while wearing fuzzy bunny slippers. Not ever. I couldn’t ever imagine a girlie night of sharing secrets, sitting around the living room with wine in hand (or a cold diet cola, which was my preference.)
As we descended the majestic steps down to the lower level of Timothy’s mansion, I could hear that the quartet was playing a lively Irish dance tune. I’d thought they were stuck in Classical land. What a relief! I hoped people were enjoying themselves. Had they been bored while we were upstairs having our own party? Whoops.