Divided Chapter 67“Colin, son, give me a hand with that luggage up top will you?”
Colin reached into the closet over his father's head and lifted the old slate blue suitcase off of the top shelf above the hanging rack, coughing as he brought it level with him, waving his hand to clear the cloud of dust wafting from the surface.
“Jesus, look at the fecking dust!”
“Son!” Quinn hissed, “Yer in a home for the elderly, have some measure o' respect. Set the case down. Here, lay these clothes on the bed there and we'll put them in the trash bags.”
Quinn lay an armful of clothes over Colin's outstretched arms, thin housecoats, pajama sets, a few cardigans, a pair of slacks. He laid them on the bed and turned to receive more clothes.
“For a man who wasn't going anywhere, he was knee deep in togs.”
Quinn laid a couple of suits over Colin's arms, “Aye, he liked to cut a fine figure he did. Said it held the ladies attention.”
Colin smiled, nodd
Divided Chapter 66Simon kept looking from side to side as they rode along the road they'd come to when the valley floor began to open up. The rutted track was as wide as a three lane highway, the ruts themselves looked to be about three feet deep. He took a linen kerchief he'd tucked into his belt, wiping his forehead. Were they not in unfamiliar territory and he unwilling to offend, he would have long ago shed his tunic. The others looked similarly wilted. Riding along beside him, Wickett fanned himself with his hand.
“Wickett will never complain about the snow ever again.”
“I don't imagine he will,” Simon chuckled, “And neither will I. It's like the bloody tropics here.”
Kara whistled as they came upon another vineyard, grape arbors lining both sides of the road, “Would you look at this? Trellis after trellis, acre upon acre and all bound for the bottle,” he leaned over, tugged at Mazov's sleeve, “Mayhap we could bring some vintage back with us?
Divided Chapter 65Colin cast a glance over his shoulder but the portal had already closed behind him. He fingered the wrist band on his right hand with a sigh.
“Just press your thumb on the pad and the portal will open for you,” Stark had told him as he fastened the band on Colin's wrist at Longhouse One, “Go home and help your parents sort everything out, then take a break, that's an order. Getting burnt out isn't going to do you any good.”
He'd sent word to his father he'd be at Helen's Bay train station before the eleven-thirty train. At night in the right spot no one would be there to see him come through the portal. He'd opted for the station instead of stepping into the living room and frightening his mother out of her wits. In fact, he had told Stark he would be entirely fine walking out of a stall in the Gents room at Belfast International but Stark was insistent. If they had the technology why not use it?
The blue white light hanging over the bench on which