Part 4 in the Helena Series
After enjoying the view at the bayou, Helena and Marlon walked back to the gardens of the grand old house. There they stood beside Grandma’s oak again. Out of reverence for the wise old tree, they hesitated to lay their hands on its sturdy, grooved bark. Instead, they stood there for a while holding hands. In doing so, they soon noticed how powerful the oak was even at a distance. It filled them with a sense of calm.
“I’ll tell you what, let’s go outside and get some fresh air,” Jenny suggested.
Deborah took a sip of wine and nodded.
“Yeah, good idea, sis. I could do with a walk.”
On hearing Deborah say the magic word ‘walk’, Dougie leapt up out of his basket and began running circles in the living room while wagging his tail with enthusiasm. The two sisters burst out laughing.
“Go on, fetch your leash!” Deborah cried out to her faithful little dog.
Dougie needed little encouragement and was back within seconds. Deborah attached the leash. The three of them then left the house, after Jenny had made sure all the doors were locked.
Jenny was startled by Deborah’s outburst on hearing Jenny tell her about the spare key sticking in the lock on the back door. Admittedly, their dad had told her that Deborah had not been feeling well lately, but she had not bargained on her sister behaving as dramatically as this. Fortunately, she immediately remembered how to respond to Deborah’s panic attacks. She simply let Deborah screech all she wanted and get it out of her system.
Part 3 in the Helena Series
“Wasn’t that wonderful?” Helena asked, referring to the flash of light across the sky they had just witnessed.
“Yes,” Marlon answered with a nod, “and I reckon the light in the bayou will be so too. Shall we carry on walking?”
The two eleven-year-olds turned to the dirt track and headed towards the bayou.
Looking through the scribbly gum branches up into the sky, Dave Frankston felt calm again. Calm, if anything, was something he could really do with, as his discovery of the truth behind Alan ‘Ironbark’ MacGregor’s daughter’s adoption was giving him sleepless nights. Up until last night, that was. Last night, sleep had finally found him. It had done him a world of good, especially as today was Saturday, his day off. He had woken up early alright but had the luxury of staying in bed for half an hour extra with the curtains open, so he could watch the little white clouds drift slowly across the dark blue sky.