The Gatekeeper's Sons (The Gatekeeper's Trilogy) (35 page)

Therese also mustered up the strength to tell Carol about Gina’s phone call and the terrible thing that had happened to Vicki. Tears streamed from Therese’s eyes when she admitted to her aunt that she had been blowing Vicki off, especially the night they were supposed to go to the movies.

“I should call her, shouldn’t I?” Therese asked. “I should invite her to come over sometime soon, don’t you think?”

Carol put an arm around Therese, while she stirred the pasta boiling in the pot.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. Things haven’t been perfect around here, either.” Then she added, “But maybe it would be nice to invite her to do something.”

Therese nodded. “Maybe I’ll go give her a call.”

Upstairs in her room, before she made the call, Therese noticed the crown inconspicuously tucked on a blue silk scarf on one end of her dresser behind her CD player. She hadn’t noticed it before when she had come up to shower and change, and with the arrival of her aunt and the appearances she had at first tried to keep up, she had forgotten the goddess’s gift. Now she took the crown in her hands and studied it.

A gold base
with embedded diamonds was topped by a scalloped band of gold studded with smaller diamonds. Between the scallops hung teardrop pearls from a third, thinner golden band shaped in five large scallops along the front of the crown, and at the crest of each scallop was a single large diamond. The largest of them was set in the top center scallop. Therese had never seen anything like this jeweled crown in all her life.

She watched herself in the mirror above her dresser as she placed the crown on her head. She gasped when her reflection disappeared. Frightened, she instantly removed the crown and sighed with relief when she could once again see herself gazing back from the glass.

With a mixture of trepidation and excitement, she returned the crown to her head and watched her reflection vanish. She decided to test to see if she really were invisible to mortal eyes, so she went downstairs to the kitchen and waited to see if she would be noticed.

The pasta had been drained and three plates of spaghetti sat cooling at the granite bar, but Carol and Richard sat together at the sofa speaking in muted tones. Therese crossed the kitchen so she could hear what they were saying.

“So are you going to tell her tonight then?” Richard asked.

“I think so. Do you think she’s ready?”

“You know her better than I do. It’s your call.”

“I might know her, but I have no idea what’s good for her. I wish I were better prepared. What a responsibility. And you’re still sure it’s the right thing to do?”

“Positive. It would be best for all of us,” Richard said.

Therese couldn’t figure out what they meant, but a part of her worried they were talking about Carol giving her up. She had suspected becoming Therese’s guardian would be too hard for her aunt, leaving her life in Texas, her independence. Maybe they planned to give Therese to an orphanage, or foster care, or a halfway house for abandoned youth. She knew she was being ridiculous, but, what if? Her heart sped up as she
waited to learn more details, but they stopped talking to listen to the news, and then Carol got up to pour glasses of iced tea. It wouldn’t matter for long, anyway, she told herself. Therese intended to become a god. Carol wouldn’t need to worry anymore.

Therese backed up to the stairwell, and as she tiptoed away, she heard Carol say, “I’ll wait and tell her tomorrow. She’s worried about her friend tonight.”

That’s right. Vicki. Therese went upstairs and took off the crown and called Vicki, reminding herself that there were others besides herself to think of. She sat on her bed next to Clifford and took up her phone.

A man with a tired sounding voice answered. “Hello?”

“May I speak to Vicki please?”

“Sure.”

Vicki’s voice sounded tired, too. “Hello?”

Tears came to Therese’s eyes as she told her how sorry she was to hear about her mom. “I know what it’s like to lose a parent,” she muttered. “I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“We should go somewhere and do something and get our minds off…things.”

“We have a lot of family in town for the funeral and everything. Maybe next week.”

Therese wondered if she would still be human then. “Okay, but let’s not wait too long.”

As Therese hung up the phone, Carol called for her to come eat, so she went downstairs unable to stop herself from worrying about Vicki and how tired she and her father had sounded. She also wondered anxiously about what it could be that Carol and Richard had wanted to tell her.

After supper, Therese scuttled off to her room where Clifford was waiting for her. She still couldn’t believe he was immortal. She hugged him and told him they would be together forever—if the Furies
and Than could help her successfully catch McAdams. If only there had been a way to make her parents immortal, too. They could all be together—one big happy family.

Therese lay down on her bed and closed her eyes. She was anxious for Than to return. “
Than,” she whispered. “Than, come over.”

When he didn’t appear, she grabbed her laptop from her desk, sat back on the bed, and turned the computer on. She
googled wildlife preserves in Colorado, found the Perins Peak State Wildlife Area west of Durango, located the website, and made an electronic contribution using her debit card in the amount she earned this summer. She would deposit the cash to make up the difference in her account later.

“Are you coming, Than?” she whispered again.

The phone rang, so she picked it up to find Jen on the other line.

“I’m sorry about the other night,” Jen said. “I was rude.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry, too. I was being selfish.”

Jen’s voice had the same tired sound Vicki’s had had earlier. “Did you hear about Vicki?”

“Yeah. I talked to her earlier.”

Then, out of the blue it seemed, Jen said, “My dad came home today.”

Therese sat there on her bed in shock.

“You still there?”

“I’m here. Oh my gosh. Is everything okay I mean, are you glad?”

“Not really.”

“Oh no. Do you want to come over?”

“Can’t tonight. Unless I run away. If I run away, can I hide out in your basement for a while?”

“Jen, I’m coming over there.”

“Don’t. Just wait. I’ll call again later, or tomorrow.” Jen hung up before T
herese could say anything more.

Therese hung up the phone and flapped her hands like she’d just washed them and there were no paper towels. “Oh my God.” Then, in her mind, she screamed for Than.

His sudden appearance startled her. She leaned back in the bed with her hand on her mouth.

“I can’t stay,” he said, panting in his white trousers and open white shirt. “We’re on a chase. The men from Peshawar. Can you hold on another hour or so?”

She saw the frantic look in his eyes and nodded. He vanished.

After saying goodnight to Carol and Richard, Therese went to her dresser and put on the crown, witnessing her own image disappear from the mirror. Then she slipped down the stairs and out the back door to Jen’s.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Battle Rising

As soon as Therese was gone, Than clutched the hair on the heads of two men who had come to hide from his sister in the back of the warehouse in Peshawar. One of them stumbled and looked up in shock while the other shut his eyes as though waiting to be shot. Than pulled them to the center of the warehouse for their interrogation where Meg waited with her falcon.

McAdams was
bound by Tizzie’s serpent hair. The snakes twined around his neck and arms, hissing and flicking their tongues, dripping with the blood from his sister’s eyes.

Alecto
uttered a laugh of hysteria as she closed in on McAdams.

Before the gods could take the mortals’ souls to the
Underworld for further persecution in Tartarus, a flash of light washed over the building and the loud crack of a whip, as harsh as thunder, made Than flinch.

In th
e middle of the room stood Ares, accompanied by his twin sons, Phobos, also known as Panic, and Deimos, also known as Fear.

The Furies screamed a shrill, blood-curling shriek and disappeared, leaving Than alone to face the other gods.

“Hades wants these men!” Than said, standing his ground. “They belong to him!”

“You can have those two, but McAdams comes with me to Mount Olympus where I shall seek council with Zeus. Follow me if you wish.”

Ares, his sons, and the mortal McAdams disappeared, leaving Than and his two terrified prisoners.

Chapter Thirty-Five
: The Holts

The sun was setting behind the mountains across the lake, and a cool wind blew through the trees as Therese made her way down her gravelly drive to the dirt road leading to the Holts’ place. She could hear her sneakers crunching against the pebbles and dirt, so she was invisible but not sound proof.

The horses were still out to pasture when she crept up the drive to the house where the one goat was tied to the rail by the front steps bleating like a child who hadn’t been fed. A branch danced in the wind and scraped against the logs of the house, but, other than the bleating goat and the scraping tree, all was quiet.

Therese snuck to the back of the house and peered through the open window. She could see Mrs. Holt standing in the middle of the kitchen with her arms crossed, and then her hand moved to her mouth and stuck a fingernail between her teeth. She leaned against the kitchen sink like she was tired but too tense to sit down. Her bowl-shaped blonde-gray hair looked greasy, and the wrinkles in her face deeper than ever. Suddenly she walked across the kitchen, opened a cabinet, and took down a pack of cigarettes. She took the last from the pack and ditched the empty box in the trash. Her hands shook as she lit the end of the cigarette and sucked.

Bobby’s voice cried, “But he’s reformed now! He went to therapy! He said so himself!”

Therese couldn’t see Bobby. She saw Pete leaning against the mantle of the fireplace. He wore a pair of ragged jeans and boots. His tight gray t-shirt was too short, like it belonged to Bobby and he had put in on by accident. He looked tired but tense, and as he ran his hand through his hair, Therese had the feeling he’d been doing that motion all evening. “I just don’t know,” Pete said. “Mom, how do we know it won’t happen again?”

Now she saw Bobby standing by the front door entryway with his hands open, like he was begging everyone to listen to him. He had a look of anguish and desperation, and again he said, “He went to therapy, Pete! He won’t do it again!”

That’s when she heard Mr. Holt say, “Y’all just think about it. Sleep on it. I’ll come again tomorrow, see what y’all think. I’ll go on back to the hotel now. Where’s Jen?”

“She won’t come out,” Mrs. Holt said without looking up from the kitchen floor. “Just leave her be.”

Then Therese saw Mr. Holt get up from wherever he had been sitting toward the back of their living room and walk to the entryway. He looked thin and old, and he didn’t stand up straight. His gray hair made a shaggy ring around a glossy bald spot on top of his head. Bobby threw his arms around him before he had made it to the door.

“I’ve missed you, Daddy,” Bobby cried. “I want you to stay. I know you can do it. I believe in you.”

Mr. Holt hugged his son. He held the embrace for nearly a whole minute, his thin bowed figure looking slight beside his younger son. He said through tears, “I love you, Bobby. I love all my kids.” Then he walked out without turning back to Pete or Mrs. Holt.

Mrs. Holt continued to lean against the kitchen sink and suck on her cigarette. Pete held himself up by the mantle. Bobby paced back and forth near the front door, seeming to fight an urge to run out and chase down his father. After several minutes of this, Mrs. Holt cried out, “Jen, come on out. He’s gone now.”

Therese watched Jen come down the stairs and walk straight into her mother’s arms. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face pale, and her hair sticking out in all directions. She sobbed as she spoke. “I’m scared, Mom. Seeing him made it all come back. I thought I could handle it, but I can’t.”

Mrs. Holt held her cigarette away from her daughter with one hand and patted Jen’s back with the other.

“He’s reformed, Jen!” Bobby cried. “He hasn’t had a drink in over a year. He only did those things when he was drunk.”

“Leave her alone, Bobby,” Pete muttered. “It didn’t happen to you.”

“It’s her fault he left in the first place!” Bobby shouted. “If she’d only forgiven him!”

“That’s enough!” Mrs. Holt snarled. “It’s not her fault.”

“And it’s Pete’s fault for telling!” Bobby cried.

“That’s enough, Bobby!” Mrs. Holt snarled again, like a cornered animal.

“Mom,” Jen said in small, shaky voice. “I think it’s going to have to be him or me, and what I want to know is, who would you choose?”

“You, baby doll, every time,” Mrs. Holt smoothed Jen’s hair with a jittery hand. Then she lifted Jen’s chin and asked, “But what I want to know is this: Doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance? Can we just give it this one try?” Mrs. Holt put the trembling cigarette to her lips and sucked.

Jen looked like she was wilting, like she was a flower that would never stand straight in the vase again.

Therese sat outside of Jen’s house in a wrought iron chair and watched the sun set behind the mountains across the lake. She wanted to knock on the door and talk to Jen, but she was afraid. She didn’t know if Jen would feel like talking. So she sat there watching the sun sink behind the mountains, the hawks swoop back to their nests, and the deer come out of the trees. While she sat looking around, she thought how cruel and beautiful, how sweet and ugly, the world could be. She missed her parents, but was glad to have Than; she was sorry for Jen that her dad had returned, but was glad for Bobby; she was sad for Vicki, but was glad her mother had found a way out of whatever pain life had brought her. Vicki’s mom would go down to Erebus and forget everything and spend the rest of eternity in the Elysian Fields living whatever delusions of grandeur her soul desired. In Cairo, the sun was getting ready to rise over the Great Sphinx, and a new day would be dawning for Egypt, while here the sun was barely visible, and now, altogether gone behind the mountains.

“Let’s bring those horses in before dark,” Mrs. Holt said coming out of the house.

Therese froze. No one seemed to notice her. She watched the four forlorn figures make their way out to pasture.

While they were gone, she removed the crown and waited for Jen to get back. She had an idea. She knew what she should do.

"Artemis, if you can hear me, I hope you won’t be offended by what I’m about to do."

Jen was the last of the Holts to make it back to the house, and none of them spoke a word till they spotted Therese sitting in that wrought iron chair on the side of the house, the bleating goat eyeing her from around the corner.

Pete was the first to spot her, and his face lit up like lighter fluid. "Therese! What a nice surprise." He fell into the chair beside her. The smile on his face couldn’t erase the lines of worry or make him look less tired, but it was a small improvement.

"Hey, Pete."

The others caught up, one at a time, like they’d been walking in their own private worlds.

"Hey, Bobby," Therese said.

"Hey, Therese." Bobby kept walking into the house.

Mrs. Holt was next, and then came Jen, barely moving, like every step hurt.

"What’s that you have in your hands?" Mrs. Holt stood, slight and bent, in front of her.

"Part of an old costume," Therese said. "I wanted to show it to Jen."

"It looks so real," Mrs. Holt said. "May I?"

She extended her leathery hands out for it, and Therese felt a panic coming on. What if Mrs. Holt put it on her head and everyone saw its effect? But what could Therese do, tell the poor woman no, you can’t hold my crown?

Therese gave it to Mrs. Holt. Her heart thudded so loudly she thought for once the goat’s bleating would be drowned out.

Mrs. Holt turned it around in her hands as Jen looked over her mother’s shoulder. "It’s so beautiful. It looks so…authentic. That must be some costume you have." Mrs. Holt handed it back, and Therese inwardly sighed with relief.

"Hey, Jen. Can I come up and visit with you awhile?"

Jen looked at her mother.