Angelbound

Whoa, there.

My mother knows actual people, other than me or Walker? I suppose that should’ve been obvious once I found out she’s a Senator, but I never pictured it actually happening. A feeling that’s somewhere between joy and shock bounces around my rib cage.

An elder woman with amber skin and white hair steps out from the group. In her arms she carries an enormous cake that reads ‘Congratulations Camilla.’ She wears a simple blue pantsuit with a purple scarf at her throat. Her wide brown eyes, full mouth, and long black tail all look familiar.

Mom’s face lights up with a wide smile. “Thank you, Mother.”

Holy guacamole. That’s my grandmother, Sanctus Lewis, the one I read about in the Ryder library today. She wrote the introduction to Quasi Diplomacy. I scan the room, seeing all the strangely-familiar faces. These aren’t just co-workers, they must be the extended Lewis family. I shake my head from side to side. It’s one thing to read Grandmother’s introduction about the Lewis family legacy in diplomacy, but it’s different to see so many semi-familiar faces in the Ryder mansion. And why haven’t I met any of these folks before?

Grandmother’s mouth curls into a grin. “We’re all so proud of you, Camilla. A Lewis has always won the diplomatic seat on the Senate, but never by an eighty percent margin!” The room erupts in applause. “The people of Purgatory agree with me by a landslide. My Senate seat could not be held by a better quasi.” She offers the cake to a lanky boy with short brown hair and a boar’s tail. “Will you set this in the conference room, Mortimer?”

“Yes, Sanctus.” He lifts the cake from her arms and walks toward the back rooms of the office.

Grandmother turns to Tim, her smile melting into an unreadable look. “You brought someone with you.”

“Yes, I have.” Mom turns to the ghoul beside her. “Tim, meet my family.” She gestures around the room. “Family, meet Tim. He’s joining the staff as my personal assistant.”

Sanctus eyes him carefully. “We’ve never had a non-Lewis family member work in the diplomacy offices.”

“Well, that’s something to change. If we’re to interact with other realms, we need to start right here, in this office.”

“Excellent point.” Grandmother nods softly. “Tim, let me give you the grand tour.” She gestures across a group of men and women of many ages and sizes, all of them with chestnut hair, amber skin, and great chocolate-brown eyes. “Over here, we have Sophia, Isabel, and Martin. They ran Camilla’s election campaign. By the window, you’ll find Fortus, Quin, and Felix; they manage office operations. Coco, Seina, Arturo, and Hugo are in the back conference room helping themselves to cake. They take care of correspondence and requests. And finally we have Tanis and Bea in finance.”

Tim’s jaw falls a little loose. “I’ll never remember everyone.”

Grandmother frowns. “That’s quite unfortunate. There’ll be a test later.” Her tail whips ominously behind her.

A bead of black sweat trickles down Tim’s cheek. “Oh, no. I’m completely unprepared.”

Mom sets her hand on Tim’s arm. “Don’t worry. Sanctus is teasing.”

Tim exhales. “Ah, I see.”

A girl about four years old steps up to Grandmother and pulls on her pant leg. “You forgot me.” She’s a little wisp whose chestnut hair hangs in ringlets like Cissy’s. Her long black tail reaches upwards, winding gently about Grandmother’s hand. She’s adorable. I imagine acres of cousins, aunts, and uncles hidden around Purgatory. Cute little moppets that ask me to sing stupid songs. Older relatives who may have some awesome advice on how to land the best service after graduation. Men and women Mom’s age who know secret family recipes. My tummy feels warm with Lewis love.

This. Is. Awesome.

Sanctus scoops the girl up into her arms. “How could I ever forget you, Dani? What’s your title again?”

“Vice President of Fun.”

“That’s right. And does our Vice President have any plans for today?”

“Yeah. We all go with Auntie Camilla to the swearing in.”

Sanctus raises her white eyebrows. “Now that’s a top notch idea, Dani.” She turns to Mom. “There’s no law against it, as long as you don’t mind.”

“Mind? I’d love it.” Mom claps her hands. “Everyone, Sanctus and I have an important announcement to make. You’re all joining me at the swearing-in ceremony!” The room erupts in a cheer. Mom turns to Tim. “Can you open a portal for us, please?”

Tim nods. “Of course.” A black hole about eight feet high opens in the center of the room.

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