Spirits and Mysteries

“Do you have to go?” Hope Carson looked at him from across the room. Hope had just finished unpacking the last bag of groceries. They had been out of necessities for a day or two. She turned to face him, holding a bag of Cheetos in her hand.

Walking to the kitchen table he grabbed a backpack. “I do.” He said, dumping several shirts on the chair next to the table. “Jade called for help. She never calls. It has to be big. I can’t say no.” Steven “Chappy” McGregor started rolling his shirts and shoving them in the bag.

Hope let out a very audible sigh. “I understand.” She joined him and started to fold his jeans. He was not a tidy packer. “I suppose you have no idea of how long you will be gone.” There seemed to be an ache in her tone.

“As long as it takes.” He said. “New York is a few day's ride.” Chappy knew flying was a danger to his deep cover.

Hope reached across the table to a small baggie of marijuana and tucked it in the side pocket. Gaia had given her warrior