Black Wolf Thanksgiving 8 (decided that two queens would be better in long run even though logically getting two twins would be more likely what Decker would get...) On Monday morning they announced that a Northeastern was sweeping in from the ocean and would be hitting the area late Tuesday night. (They probably announced it earlier but Joshua hadnt checked the news since Friday morning. It had been a hectic weekend of cleaning and painting the two bigger bedrooms for Seth and Cabot.) Joshua stared at the television, feeling his stomach drop. The weatherman gleefully described sleet changing to snow then ice and back to snow for an impossibly slick commute on Wednesday morning. The bulk of the storm, however, would come as a polar vortex sweeping in from the west hit the Northeastern. By Thursday night, a blizzard of epic portions would lock down most of New England. He thought of the letter he sent his parents. The one theyd be getting today. He told them hed be spending Thanksgiving with Seth and Cabot. If he didnt, it be like hed lied. Well, lied more. Or something. After he mailed the card, guilt started to eat at him for all the things he didnt tell them. Lying by omission. He knew that theyd be worried about him missing school. He also knew that telling them about his new school would indicate a paper trail that a blind man could follow. They would be worried about the massive wound on his shoulder; it had completely healed before he even reached Boston. Theyd wonder if he had warm clothes to wear; hed only taken T-shirts and a light jacket. As a werewolf, he was always plenty warm. Besides, Bishop and Cabot had dragged him through high end mens stores buying everything from a tailored wool peacoat to a pair of two hundred dollar snow boots. His family would barely recognize him, what with the fancy clothes and the hair that wouldnt stop growing. He hated the fact that they probably keep worrying about him despite the card just because he didnt tell them everything. But everything would have made him seem a total nutcase. If hed told them the truth, theyd stormed Deckers house and dragged him away to some shrink. That would go so well: a know-it-all doctor trying to cure him of his delusions. Wonder what the shrink would make of a talking horse-sized wolf having an anxiety attack? Still he hated all the lying he had to do to his parents. Hed always taken pride on how truthful he could be with them. He picked up his phone, thinking he could call Seth and make sure he was still coming. He hadnt actually talked with his brother on the phone, and if the roads were going to be bad, maybe Seth shouldnt come. It seemed wrong for their first conversation to be him urging younger brother to risk his life just so Joshua could stop feeling guilty. His phone chirped and a text from Seth appeared on the screen. Take turkey out of freezer and put in fridge! Now! An entire row of ! followed. Okay, his first text from Seth was some kind of weird turkey emergency. What? Turkey needs to thaw. Seth texted. Cook says you need to move turkey to fridge now or it still be a block of ice on Thursday. Okay. Did you see the weather report? Hold on. Ouch! Joshua frowned at the screen. What did ouch mean exactly? It will be dangerous to drive. Well take train instead of driving. Ill buy the tickets now. Dont worry. Well be there. Okay. And then because that seemed too plain. Im looking forward to it. Same here, bro. Bro. He stared at the screen. Bro. No one had ever said Bro to him before. That Seth said and meant it at brother was just freaking him out. Bethy never called him bro or little brother or any cutesy term like that. Booger Face was the closest she got to it.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 09:36:41 +0000
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