by T L Harty
The disbelief was making me dizzy. I grabbed the arms of my chair to balance.
“We had a hard time understanding what was going on,” Clio added. “But once we all got together this morning, Bridget clearly saw the baby. Bruce shouldn’t know about the child until we can all agree on the proper time.”
Little beads of sweat formed on my forehead.
“I got this book from the library, upstairs, if you want to read it,” Tina said. “Maybe it will give you some insight into Bruce’s ancestral line. I’ve book-marked the section about his people.”
My ears started ringing.
“We’re all going to be aunties!” Ann screeched with delight.
I reached for the book that Tina had placed in front of me, opening it to the bookmarked page. It read: The line of Myrrdin, (more commonly known as Merlin), is full of gifted wizards, sorcerers and capable advisors…
Looking up from the book, I found that many of the women had become out of focus. I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry.
“Muriel doesn’t look very well,” Bridget noticed.
The room went dark.