It’s #BookQW and Fern in not ‘early’ to meet Gran. Could Hilda have a message?
More from Chapter 2:
Fern closed her hand over the teardrop. She put the glass into her pouch, calling out, “Gran?”
No answer. Strange. Fern glanced into the open bedrooms along the hall and strode to the main room at the front of Gran’s cottage.
Wheek, wheek, wheeeeek! came a shrill cry. Seconds later, Gran’s guinea pig barreled around the old couch, her long gray and white hair brushing the polished floor like a dust mop. She ran straight to Fern, who bent and caught her up into a hug.
“At least you’re home, Hilda. How have you been?”
Hilda burrowed under the hair that had fallen over Fern’s shoulder, then poked her nose through the black strands. Her little eyes were barely visible under a shock of white fur, and when Fern brushed it back, Hilda licked her.
“Aw, thanks. I’ve missed you, too.” Fern streamed her fingers through the chubby animal’s soft fur. “I promise, soon I’ll have plenty of time for petting.” She carried Hilda to the window overlooking the vegetable garden, scanned it, then the nearby wildflower patches, searching for a gray-haired, wiry, outdoorsy version of her mom.
“I guess she’s started without me.” Here, it was nearly six o’clock, early evening. Fern had promised to arrive by three.
The guinea pig burbled a string of chirps, and Fern looked down to find Hilda’s gaze locked on her face. Oh, great. Hilda had that look, sounded that way. Just like when Gran talked to her and Hilda “talked” back. Fern shook her head—
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On a personal note:
A bit of frantic preparation has been underway. We’re excited to go birding in Costa Rica! And no, I didn’t start my prep early. 🙁
It’s a tour with our local Audubon chapter, so not actually too much for us to prepare, except ourselves. I’ve tried to catch up on sleep – birding days start at 5 am – and find all the pieces to travel overseas – still missing my hooded fleece. Cross your fingers for safe travels! Thanks!
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