Jelani wondered what was wrong.
After Astan left, Crispy settled down with a book pulled
form one of the many boxes the youngers had carried, but Lane paced with
a trapped tiger look in his eyes.
Lane had a computer at hand but wasn't using it. That
was what finally tipped her off.
"So what's going on, Lane? It's not my birthday," Jelani
was tired and would have lain down, except something in Lane's bearing
wouldn't let her.
"It's what?" Lane turned confused eyes on her.
"Not my birthday." She gestured to the door. "Surprise
party? Elli's too young. Astan's been ready to explode the last few
days. So something's going on. Tell me." Nervous herself now, she walked
over to the door of the baby's room and peeked in, seeing his little
swaddled lump in the cradle the elder had sent. Relieved, she came back
to Lane. "You told me I could ask you anything about this, starting with
that video so many months ago. Didn't you?"
Lane shifted his bulk from one leg to the other, looking
everywhere but at her. "Jelly Bean, maybe you best ask Astan about--"
Fury bubbled up in her quickly followed by fear. The
evasion and lies made it worse. "I'm asking you. Tell me now."
"Jel, have you thought about moving into town? Get away
from those old witches before something bad happens?" Lane's fat fingers
twisted against each other as he fought for words. "You know, just to be
safe."
"Something bad's going to happen? Is that what Astan
thinks?" Alarmed, she went to the door of the baby's room again, looking
at the small space where he lay.
"Now, I didn't say it was. I just said if."
"You said before," Crispy corrected.
Lane eyed him with a look like a baseball bat upside the
head. "You know what? Never mind. Let's play cards. C'mon, Crisp, you'll
play gin, right?"
Jelani hated being pandered to. Or handled. Or lied to
most of all. Blood raced in her ears. "The hell with cards. Tell me of
get out."
"Can't, Jelly Bean. I promised Astan--"
"To hell with Astan, too. Everyone in the world is
conspiring behind my back and I can't stand it!" She snatched up her
elven blanket from the papasan and wrapped it around her shoulders. "Get
out. Now. I can't stand to have anyone here who isn't fully behind me.
Not any more."
When they didn't move, she felt a rush of adrenaline
shoot through her and overwhelm her so fast that she started shaking.
Something bad was coming. Everyone was against her. Even Astan had
bailed to go meet with the Circle. She was on her own.
"Get out!" Jelani ordered. "I swear I'll shoot you if I
have to."
Lane snorted in disbelief. "Bull."
"You don't believe me? I have a gun, I do!"
Almost lighthearted with anxiety, Jelani went to a
drawer in the kitchen area and opened it. She pulled out a small pistol
and waved it at Lane to prove she really had it. She was not a liar. She
meant what she said. She could be trusted. She had done her job as
queen, she had been chosen to do even if others had tried to defeat her.
"I'm not screwing around here," Jelani said. "Get out. I
don't want anyone near me who can't be honest."
Crispy, eyes wide, was halfway to the door. Once he saw
the gun, he had turned pale as a ghost. "Come on, Lane."
Lance froze. He almost gasped for air, his eyes glued to
the gun in Jelani's hand. "No, this is not all right. You can't blame
this one on postpartum depression. It's crazy! Just crazy! Put that
thing down. Mothers shouldn't have guns. Mothers shouldn't--" He pulled
at his hair, his face looking years younger. "No guns! Just wait until
Astan gets back."
She couldn't not stand it any longer. Why wouldn't he
listen to her and get out? She pointed the gun at the ceiling and pulled
the trigger. The shot echoed around the small room and made her ears
ring. An acrid odor filled the space. All she could think was that she
had to prove to Lane, to everyone, that she meant what she said.
"Get out!" she ordered.