Jackie woke up at 5am, as she did every day, heated up a nutritious tray of cinnamon-spiced liver-and-beet casserole for her dear husband to take to work (the liver was for his anemia, swoon, but that there was a tray of it was for sharing with his fellow bikers). Then, when the babies woke up, she fed them leftover beets and read to them their specially-designed affirmations:
1. I am an Empress from the Stars.
2. I will endure life on earth until I return.
3. When Mummy asks me to do something, I will do it without screaming. Yes I will, yes I will.
Toddler Jean III was old enough that she ought to be able to recite the affirmations back, but Jackie had never heard her speak. She didn’t think much of it. She was sure Jean was a perfectly normal child who would speak when she wished to, and she was more correct about this than she knew. Well, Jean wasn’t normal. But not repeating the affirmations was her conscious choice.
Then Willy was up and off to work with the casserole. Well. Work, kind of. The motorcycle gang! Jackie thought this whole thing was adorable, though she didn’t know exactly why he was doing it. Probably he missed the camaraderie, like what he would have had on the space pirate ship. Oh, and being out of the law. Jackie felt tears of pride well up in her eyes every time Willy left. They weren’t accidentally caught up in anything over their heads (well, in that arena at least), it was just a fun extracurricular activity. Wow, Kermit was so off about what he thought was going on. What a dumb dumb.
Jackie read from a copy of Beedle the Bard to her children, changing all the names to space-names and all the creatures to space-creatures and all the occupations to space-occupations (you get it) so that they felt that their heritage was being acknowledged and honored.
She fed the chickens.
She looked disapprovingly at the immense, realistic, gorgeous
portrait Willy had painted of her that was hanging over the fireplace. So fancy. Didn’t look anything like her. No character. She wished he still drew her in the same
style as his school days. But it was sweet he was trying.
Jackie believed in letting children experience unadulterated nature, so around lunchtime, she gave both girls an apple and set them outside. Akmena was just one, but Jackie thoroughly believed that if Jean III was not able or willing to protect her, it was best if everyone found that out soon.
She sat at her desk to write a letter to her sister Jean (II). As always, making sure the Check Spell was properly cast on her quill, she wrote:
She shuffled through the questions for her column. There were a couple of promising ones. One was a sort of extreme one which was written with cut-out letters (looked like the font Witch Weekly was printed in, which Jackie thought was delightfully meta) and the other was the following:
Jackie liked the overt flattery of this one, so she decided to save the cut-out-letters one (with its interestingly bloodthirsty content) for another day. She had been getting the bloodthirsty cut-out-letters letters for years anyway. Mr. Blood Will Run In The Streets could wait his turn.
She wrote,
She then went to collect her children from the outdoors. They were by the creek, trying to catch fish with their teeny weeny bare hands. Jackie decided to show them how it was done, reached in, and plucked out a giant eel.
The three of them gawked at it.
It had three heads.
“Hmm,” said Jackie. “That’s an omen. Couldn’t tell you what for.”
“Someone’s coming,” said Jean. Her first spoken words.
“I’m so proud of you, baby,” Jackie said, and scooped her up. Jean immediately regretted breaking her silence. “What prescient first words. Let’s write them down in the Book.”
She forgot all about the omen in the excitement of Updating The Baby Book.
Later that night, when Willy had returned home in his adorable leather jacket, smelling alluringly like chemicals, they bathed the children and put them to sleep, then had a supper of ramen noodles with chocolate melted on top. Then, we fade to black momentarily.
As they ate some postcoital peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (they kept a cooler full of them in their bedroom and also the bathroom and also the attic), Jackie thought to mention Jean’s first words. “Imagine what Akmena is going to say! Or the next ones, when we have next ones…”
Willy was very much excited to have next ones.
“Why did she say that, though?” he asked. “Who’s Someone? Why are they Coming?”
“You’ll have to ask her,” said Jackie. She took a messy bite “Aww, gosh, now that she’s talking now, how cute!! What if she tells me she loves me sometime soon. That’d be nice.”
“Right, but what happened before?”
“Oh, I fished a three-headed eel out of the river. It’s in the fridge now, it’s going in your casserole for tomorrow.”
“Hmmm,” said Willy. He rubbed some gooseberry jelly off his wife's chin. “Someone’s coming…”
Kermit Palantine