Dances With Demons - A Phoenix Chronicle Novella - Plot & Excerpts
Who wouldn’t? “Mom.” Anna, my oldest, might be only nine, but she can roll her eyes like any sixteen-year-old. “We go to Mam and Pop’s every summer for two weeks, and every summer you act like it’s forever.” “It always feels like forever.” I rubbed the sting of tears from my eyes. I couldn’t help it. Anna and her brothers were all I had left of Max. But, to be fair, they were all Max’s parents had left of him either. So, for the final two weeks of each summer, I allowed my in-laws to drive away from Milwaukee with my babies. Anna rolled her eyes again, but she allowed me to hug her, even kiss her forehead before squirming away and out the door in the wake of her grandfather. The boys, Aaron and Benjamin—who’d recently decided he liked to be called Benji—were six and five, and they still allowed me to smooch on them for longer than Anna did. They always had. I ruffled their dark heads, so like Max’s, and sent them on their way, then turned to face my mother-in-law, a woman who did not look in any way like she answered to the sweet granny name of Mam.
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