Page 71 of Professor and the Seer
“An old friend of mine gave me a call.” Frieda’s mom waved to Grams, who waved right back.
“Wait, you know each other?” He glanced from one to the other.
“We go way back, don’t we, Betsy?” the triplets’ mom declared as she entered and headed for the coffee and scones.
“Thanks for coming. Felt it best if we had everyone in one spot to clear up matters,” Grams cryptically claimed as she bustled, making more coffee and tea.
John rubbed his head. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on here. And frankly, I don’t give a crap. We need to find Frieda.”
“You lost my daughter?” Fraussa arched a brow.
“Not exactly. She went missing, and we need to find out where she is because she’s in danger.”
“You know where she is. With her,” Grams announced.
“Her who?” he almost yelled.
“I can’t see her name, just where she lives. A castle on top of a big mountain.” Grams waved her arms to emphasize.
“A castle on a mountain. Well, that will make our search easier.” Dina laid out some thick sarcasm before he could.
“Such melodrama,” Fraussa scoffed. “As if you don’t know where she is. You brats have been attached to each other since the womb.”
“That was before we got hit by some serious arcane mojo that took away our affinity for each other,” Enyo advised. “Which you’d know about if you ever checked in with us.”
“I read your emails and texts.”
“But do you call? Visit?” Dina hissed.
“I’ve been busy.”
“Too busy to be a mother.” Enyo’s low complaint.
“I didn’t come to explain my personal time to you,” Fraussa pertly replied.
“Then why are you here?” Dina crossed her arms.
Scone halfway to her mouth, Frieda’s mom paused. “I told you, Betsy said you’d need me for something.”
“For what?” Dina’s clenched fists didn’t bode well, given an arcane wind lifted her hair.
“Apparently to remind you that Frieda isn’t lost. You’re triplets, bound by birth, fate, and a god. As such, you can always find each other if you try hard enough.”
That pursed Dina’s lips. “How can you be sure?”
“How many times do I have to tell you three you’re special?”
“You came out here to tell us that?” Enyo ogled her mom. “Like you couldn’t have sent a text?”
“Excuse me for caring,” Fraussa hotly retorted.
“Excuse us for wondering why you’re suddenly trying to pretend you give a damn,” Dina’s comeback.
“Can we stop arguing and concentrate on Frieda? Is your mom right? Can you find Frieda?” John waded into the family battle and almost got lasered to death as glares homed in on him. He didn’t care.
Dina’s lips pinched. “I mean we can certainly try. In the past, though, it never took any kind of effort on our part.”
“Your mom is most likely right. A bond like that is probably still there. It just might need a nudge,” John suggested.