The school was a trip into nostalgia for Cathern. This was also her high school as well as her son David’s School. A couple of his trophies were still on display as well as a framed picture by a remembrance wall. She made it to the office. She saw Kaylee there in a plaid skirt and dark blue sweater. Kaylee started to say, “first let me say I am very sorry I.” She trailed off as her mother didn’t even acknowledge she was talking. Instead she went to the Principle. She said, “I am very sorry about this and how rude I was on the phone.” Hogan replied, “you have nothing to be sorry about. What you did here with Kaylee is nothing short of a miracle.” Hogan had Kaylee take the GED as well as an SAT test. Showing her the rushed results shocked Cathern. A perfect score on both. Hogan said, “I would be illegal for me to give her an IQ test without your permission but I bet if we did she would score higher now than she did before the accident.”
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After some talk and paper signing Kaylee was going to restart school the next day. She tested out of all her classes so she could graduate without taking a class but Kaylee wanted the social interaction with kids her age. She would go back into the 11th grade. They gave Kaylee copies of all the books and had her meet all her teachers. Many remembered her from before. Kaylee couldn’t help noticing how all the guys stared at her and for some reason at her ass. In the three years since she was gone the school instituted a uniform. Black or tan slacks and a white or red polo shirt. White and red being the school colors. Their sports teams were all named the Knights. That day Cathern and Kaylee went shopping for school gear. Cathern was a little worried how Kaylee fit in the polo shirt. She had grown from a B cup to a D cup in just the last three years and it showed in this attire. It was almost worse than the yoga outfit. When buying her a new bra she found out she was a 32DD. Her immediate thought was that most men are pigs and most boys are worse. She also thought about how much Kaylee looked like her back in the day.
That night whey went out to celebrate. As Cathern stared at the wine list she thought about her husband who would be on his third day of detox after spending 4 years pickling his liver with booze. She asked the waiter if they carried Jamaica’s Finest or Reed’s Ginger Beer in the bar. He said they did and then almost like he read her mind asked if they would want it in champagne glasses. The glasses arrived and they toasted. Cathern said, “to your father may he come home soon.” Kaylee’s toast shocked Cathern. She said, “to David and all we lost along the way to here.” Kaylee hadn’t said his name in about two years. Cathern also hadn’t said his name just in case it set Kaylee off on another tangent. In her mind, she saw her lost son and missing husband there with them at the table. They had a wonderful meal on a night that ended way too soon. That night Cathern lay in her bed not knowing what would come Monday or if she could have the life she always wanted.
Cathern stood by a fire in the firepit in the backyard. She had the book in her arms. In the shadows, she could see the shapes of men. She didn’t know how she knew it but she knew they were all dressed in medieval armor. She tossed the book into the fire. It sat among the burning wood and smoldering coals and did nothing. It didn’t burn or even scorch. A small figure came out of the dark. He looked like Ricardo Montauban from his Fantasy Island days except he was only 3 feet tall. His white suit changed colors from white to yellow to Red. It was changing colors until it became a kaleidoscope of colors from yellow to purple and every color in between. The small man said, “you can’t hurt the book but it can hurt you missy.” She fell backwards onto her bed. She looked around and she was back in her bedroom. Her door opened and Kaylee came inside. She was in her favorite robe but nothing else. Her black curry pubic hair was visible. So was the large putcher’s knife in her hand. She raised the knife and came after Cathern. She turned her head to find herself standing in her makeshift classroom. Kaylee was in her forties. She sat there with a coloring book trying to stay in the lines. In a chair by her desk she saw herself old and long past the ability to care. Her older self said to her, “don’t let this happen. Don’t try and hurt the book.” She woke not sure if she was still dreaming.
Kaylee found herself in a banquet hall at a large table filled with food. She was in a form of the gold armor. A gleaming breastplate that accentuated her womanly figure and thigh high leather boots. She was a black leather pants and a white silk blouse that also felt amazing. She sat with one leg up on the arm of the large chair she was sitting in. It was a throne of some kind. Made of a rich deep red wood. The other knights sat around her. There was ten in all but she knew there was more. For one the gray knight wasn’t there or the red knight with the white trim. On the floor on front of them was the small man. He was balanced on a glowing white ball juggling balls of multicolored light. The knight’s colors went from the white knight on her left to a bark blue knight on her right. The knight in orange got up and knelled before Kaylee. He took his helmet off to revel a curly blonde hair with frosted tips. Like the rest he was handsome and similar. In fact, they all looked a little alike. As he approached her his armor disappeared until he was naked. He was in shape and well built in every way. The table split in front of her and she found herself sliding backward. As she fell her clothes vanished until she was also naked. The naked man came to her and climbed into her bed and on top of her. She woke up naked with the book pressed up against her stomach.