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sealieThe phone trilled again insistently. Blair scowled, but genetically, mentally and physiologically unable to allow an unknown caller to ring off, he stood. Clutching the towel around him he shuffled over to the phone.
“Professor Dicksee’s house,” he said. “Oh, wow. Prof, hi.”
Jim poured himself another whisky.
“We’re fine, sir. Everything’s great.”
Jim studied his hand, slowly rubbing his finger tips with his thumb. He had touched the stone plaque and the gravestone and felt things – a new sentinel quirk. But he hadn’t touched anything when he had dreamt of the marauders or seen the orbs in the keep.
“Er no, that’s okay,” Blair said. “Understandable – it’s ten o’clock in the morning where you are. I always get the maths wrong. Can never remember to add on or subtract.”
On the cabinet on the north wall was stacked with old crockery. Carefully, Jim leaned out and brushed the hideous pot bellied ceramic gnome with a crooked black top hat that was pretending to be a tankard.
Not a tickle.
Jim rocked his chair back to earth with a thump.
Blair span round and glared at him. Jim smiled back innocently.
“We were up – you didn’t wake us. It’s only eight pm at home. Jim’s not used to the jet lag,” he said meanly. “Camomile tea, that is a good idea. Where is it?”
Jim sipped on his whisky swallowing a shudder.
“Thanks, Professor Dicksee. Aw, man, you’ve been too kind. I’ll chat with you later this evening for you, early for us. Bye, man.” Slowly, Blair put the handset back on the phone. Then deliberately he turned. “Now, where were we?”
*innocent blink*
*blink*
*blink*
“Professor Dicksee’s house,” he said. “Oh, wow. Prof, hi.”
Jim poured himself another whisky.
“We’re fine, sir. Everything’s great.”
Jim studied his hand, slowly rubbing his finger tips with his thumb. He had touched the stone plaque and the gravestone and felt things – a new sentinel quirk. But he hadn’t touched anything when he had dreamt of the marauders or seen the orbs in the keep.
“Er no, that’s okay,” Blair said. “Understandable – it’s ten o’clock in the morning where you are. I always get the maths wrong. Can never remember to add on or subtract.”
On the cabinet on the north wall was stacked with old crockery. Carefully, Jim leaned out and brushed the hideous pot bellied ceramic gnome with a crooked black top hat that was pretending to be a tankard.
Not a tickle.
Jim rocked his chair back to earth with a thump.
Blair span round and glared at him. Jim smiled back innocently.
“We were up – you didn’t wake us. It’s only eight pm at home. Jim’s not used to the jet lag,” he said meanly. “Camomile tea, that is a good idea. Where is it?”
Jim sipped on his whisky swallowing a shudder.
“Thanks, Professor Dicksee. Aw, man, you’ve been too kind. I’ll chat with you later this evening for you, early for us. Bye, man.” Slowly, Blair put the handset back on the phone. Then deliberately he turned. “Now, where were we?”
*innocent blink*
*blink*
*blink*
