Page 160 of Summer of Sacrifice
Eleanor and her daughter were laughing hysterically at something Tomás had done.
Asa and Laurent drank merrily off to one side, goading Thanasim into displaying tricks with his power when he wasn’t twirling Lorelai across the dance floor. That was, when Ambrose wasn’t the one doing the twirling of his wife.
There was no time there in the Afterlife. How long they spent gathered could have been moons, years.
Eventually, though. Thanasim silently came and took her waist, pulling her to the stairs, drink in hand. He raised his glass, and everyone else followed suit.
“To our Living Memorial! Thank you all for coming.”
“Boooo,” Tindle yelled, and they all laughed. “How many times are we going to do this? This is number four isn’t it?”
“Don’t listen to him!” Sorscha shouted. “We’ll miss you!”
“How can you be bored, already?” This from Winnie. “It’s only been fifty years this time.”
“How do you even know that?” Sorscha griped. “Time is relative now.”
The two of them began to bicker.
Seleste raised her glass high. “We will wait for you.”
Asteria and Thanasim stood before the Goddess Three, fingers intertwined.
“You”
“Are”
“Certain?”
But She was grinning, all three. Mother, Maiden, and Crone. She knew how Her beloveds ticked.
Asteria and Thanasim nodded in unison.
“Very”
“Well”
“Then”
Thanasim held up a finger. “Make it difficult this time.” And he winked at his little witch. “I will always find you.”
THE END
