I lie to ease her worries, and to hide from my own.
“No, I haven’t. Everything’s good here. Sometimes I get things wrong.”
“Yeah and I’m the Queen of England,” she retorts with a snort. “You don’t need to protect me.”
“I know that, and I’m not.”
“Okay,” she says after a while, scrutinising my face. “But if you’re lying to me, Christy…” Her voice darkens and I hear the formidable woman that she is in those few words. Motherhood hasn’t softened her in the least, if anything it’s made her stronger,morefierce.
“Yeah, I know. I love you, Kate.”
“I love you too, Christy, but please call me Grim.”
“You’ll always be Kate to me,Grim,” I reply, a smile in my voice.
“And you’ll always be my little sister. I protect the ones I love, no matter what. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you.”
“Good. I’ll call back soon, arrange some dates for you to come visit, okay?”
“Okay,” I agree.
With that she hangs up, and I’m left with a feeling of foreboding that scares me far more than my visions ever have.