Here Kitty, Kitty - 60. Chapter 23.1

Jenny looked around the door and slid out into the hallway. There was very little light from the mage globes hanging near the ceiling at long intervals. In the dimness, she couldn’t see anyone moving but she still stayed as quiet as possible. She bypassed the children’s room and after stealing down the stairs she crept nearer to the door she knew led to the food hall the men working with Cheryl used. Voices became audible as she concentrated

“—I hear you right? She wants us to take that bastard? Well, I’m not guarding him once he gets here.

He’s—” The speaker must have moved away from the door

“Niven. Calm down. She’ll have complete control over him and you know it. She knows what’s going to happen before anyone else. How is he going to get one over on her? Now we need to be ready for when she tells us it’s time to go. We’re going to need—”

A door closed and Jenny couldn’t hear any more voices. Huffing out a breath she moved back to the children’s room.

Michael was just starting to whimper so she grabbed a bottle from a nearby fridge and set it in a bottle warmer. Then she leaned over to pick him up as he opened his mouth to wail.

“Now, now, you don’t want to wake up your sister, do you?”

She changed his diaper and then jiggled him on her shoulder as she waited for the bottle to warm. She hummed a lullaby and tried not to think of her own child. How was Fran coping with her new powers? Was she being given time to still be a child? Even with the current situation putting pressure on a toddler wouldn’t help anything.

When the bottle was at the right temperature she relaxed in a chair by Ophelia’s bed and thought back over the snippet of conversation she’d heard. Who were they taking? Why didn’t they want him here? What did Cheryl have that would make this person toe the line she dictated?

Sighing she moved Michael to her shoulder and patted him until he let out a mighty burp.

“Pardon you, little man.”

She paced until he was fast asleep again and laid him down carefully, making sure he was tucked in securely.

A final check of the monitor and she returned to her room. She’d have to try again soon and see if she could glean more information on the mysterious person who would be joining the prisoners.

***

Fran was playing with Nelson when the sound of humming echoed softly in her ear. She knew that voice and grinned.

“Franny, why stop playing?” Nelson’s whine interrupted the music and she glared at him.

“My mom singing—is singing.” She corrected her sentence as their bear babysitter had been teaching her. Hetty said how a young lady spoke was important to make sure people listened to her. Fran thought it was silly but then adults had funny ideas about things all the time.

“I no hear singing.” Nelson pouted.

Fran rolled her eyes—she’d seen Simon doing it to Kitryn when he said silly things. “She is singing to baby and me. Not you.”

The humming stopped and Fran sighed. She wanted her mom home where she belonged. The bad lady needed to be told off and punished so her mom could come home.

Heaving another sigh she returned to her game with Nelson. The time would be soon. The bad lady would get a surprise and people would get to go home.

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