If you ever saw something that you were sure you imagined or heard a sound that no one else did - then you know what it's like to attend a show starring the Novaks.
"A magical act so spectacular, it had to be real."
An oh so common statement after...
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It was a particularly chilly morning for early May in Old Glasgow. The cool wind rode through the Masschester farm like California waves. The wind flowed through Kora's garden, causing each plant to gently dance in its gust. Her garden was located between the main farmhouse and the circular driveway that ended in front of the home. Two people stood over the garden. Their animated discussion made it look as if their shadows were brushing up against the plants. But it was just the wind and the two shadows were just two people having a conversation.
"You sure this is a good idea?" June asked. "I mean... With this powerful magical being out there searching for you? And... your car..."
June looked over at Kora's car. June hadn't seen the car since the Novaks arrived at the farm. Kora kept it in an old garage on the east side of the property. It was a candy red 1967 Jaguar E-Type. Elegant yet imposing, just like Kora. Despite June's pleading, Kora had not looked away from her garden. She had looked at it for what June would describe as a long time. June wondered if it meant she was looking at her garden longingly.
"The car... it will draw attention to you. The spell can wait. The magic can wait!" June said.
"I'll be fine, child," Kora replied. "Are you fine? Have you spoken to your family yet?"
"No. I don't plan on it either."
"Don't be stubborn. You differ from your family. They don't understand what it feels like to be you. But we are all different. You can learn from differences. Give your family another chance to get to know The Breathtaker. To get to know you."
June looked past Kora to Luke. He was doing his routine morning stretches before he got the workday started.
"He's different," Kora said with a raise of the eyebrows. "Seems like you don't mind too much."
"He's different in the best way. Unlike my family. He's so simple. So at peace. That's what we want, right? Peace?" June asked.
"Peace is good. Being different is good as well," Kora replied.
"Like the woman who taught you how to meditate? Was she different?"
The garden stole Kora's attention, again. There was that pain June saw in Kora before. She couldn't hide it from June. It was clear as day to her. "She was your lover, wasn't she? What happened to her?"
Kora crouched down and looked at her garden. June watched her closely. Longingly was the right word. June was sure of it. But what did Kora desire from the garden? I wonder.
Kora reached into the garden and plucked a flower from it. She stood up and handed it to June.
"Pretty flower," June said.
"It's a peace lily."
June smelled it. Its sweet scent filled her nose. The white spathe hugged the brown, honeycomb-like spadix. It looked like a mother protecting her child.
