Glass Houses by Ciaran Llachlan Leavitt

Author:Ciaran Llachlan Leavitt [Leavitt, Ciaran Llachlan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General
ISBN: 9781930928237
Google: 5YoJAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 1930928238
Publisher: Renaissance Alliance Publishing
Published: 2000-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

… TWENTY FOUR…

“Unnnhh, unnnhhh, unnnhh….” The alarm cut through the nightmare, rescuing her from the mutated images and stark terror. Reed lay still for a moment, then hit reset. They were getting worse, one terror becoming another, removing the familiar pattern.

It had to have been the interview yesterday. Dredging up the memories of her adolescence - if only to make sure that they stayed buried - had left them too close to the surface. She could tell that Jae had wanted to ask questions. The shocked pain in Jae’s mist green eyes as Heidi’s disembodied voice had come through the speaker phone still lingered in her mind’s eye.

Orphan. Such a simple word. Two syllables. And a life that had never been the same.

Jae had reached into the space between them, taken her hand in silent support and the interview had moved on. The unshared details lingered on as untold memories that haunted her dreams. Maybe I should have taken Jae up on dinner last night. Her nightmares were usually less intense if she’d been around the director. In Florida, they’d all but disappeared. The younger woman had the ability to cut through whatever bad mood or funk she was in. And the wine with dinner wouldn’t have hurt either.

Instead she’d come home, and spent some time with Rio.

Languishing in bed, Reed replayed the phone call of the night before.

“Hey kiddo.”

“Mummy. Can I have you first tonight? Please?”

“All yours.”

“Cool.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Can you tell me a story?”

“A story, hunh? Okay. Are you ready for bed?”

“No. But I can do that while you talk. I promise.”

“Hey you…”

“What?” He giggled, recognizing what was coming.

“Who loves you?”

“Mummy does.”

“And don’t you forget it. Now get your jammies on. I’ll wait. I promise.”

“Kay.” The phone clattered onto the desk and the sounds of a small boy rushing around filled her ear. A drawer slammed shut, and springs groaned slightly as he hurtled onto the bed, then grabbed the phone. “I’m back.”

“Forgot something.”

“Aw Mum. Do I have to?”

“Yes. G’wan. Wash your hands too. But I’ll tell you what, you pretend I’m sitting there with you, and I’ll tell you about the movie while you brush.”

“Deal.”

Water ran in the sink and she listened to the wet squishy sounds of her son brushing his teeth. “Hey.”

“Whaa?”

“You still got all your teeth? Haven’t knocked any out since last time?”

“Ywesh. Aw wwhere,” he mumbled around the brush.

“Cool. Thursday they stuck me on a surfboard with my costar and took pictures of me trying no to fall off of it.”

A boyish giggle echoed in the bathroom as her son pictured the image. They’d gone to the cape the summer before, and she had paddled them out into the waves, promptly dumping them into the cold Atlantic. He’d decided Geoff was a safer bet and she’d been relegated to beach patrol.

She pulled the phone away from her ear slightly in anticipation. Rio was almost done and that meant Spit Wars. Curiously, she heard nothing.

“All done,” he announced.

“Right. So what kind of

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