The Triple Hybrid

Chapter 33 - Home, Again

        When Klaus stood up, I stood up too.

I talked to my worried mother. She noticed in the distance that something was happening to me, something apart from tiredness, but I didn’t want to worry her, because I know that if I opened my mouth in that respect, she would drop everything to come to me. I wasn’t going to tell her, neither my best friends.

        “What will you do today?” Klaus asked me, while he was dressing a T-shirt.

        “I don’t know... I'll probably read, watch a movie or something.”

        “Choose something for us to do together.”

        “But you are going to meet with Marcel. Right?” I inquired. I was so used to that, the idea of ​​him having a day for him and for me was long gone.

        “No, I’ll be with you today.” He kissed my forehead. I don’t know why, but once he ended the sentence, a huge smile from ear to ear appeared into my lips. “Also, he gave me to a task, I’ll be gone for a few days. He gave me this day to prepare my things.”

        “And will you go where?”

        “Charlotte. Do you want to come? You could see your mom and your friends.”

        “I don’t know, I wasn’t really thinking about travel, but I love the idea.”

        “If you don’t want to go, don’t come, you will not come against your will.”

        “It's not about not wanting to go. Witches are still angry with me, honestly neither you should go.”

        “So how do you want me to do?”

        “We can go there to do what you want, then we’ll go to my house and the house of my friends to pick them up and spend a few days with them, away from the city, to stay away from the problems.”

        “Fine, since it'll give me time to do what I have to do.”

        “Of course.”

        “One hour and we live the house, I'll help you packing.

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        Convince my friends and Klaus’ brother that everything would be okay was difficult, mainly because they thought I was still weakened from the previous day and that I could be attacked by witches in Charlotte... not that they weren’t right... but they could do nothing.

When I called the triplets they shouted for joy and we did very well to go there. When I told my mother, she said she was happy for me to get away from New Orleans, but going there wasn’t much better, she was happier to be just a little visit.

Klaus had hired a private plane, very elegant, and, according to what seemed, extremely expensive. We entered after making the necessary goodbyes and left.

I went the whole trip looking out the window and see the plains while Klaus was talking to the pilot or reading a new book that her friend, Teresa, of Portugal, had sent him.

        “What does that book talk about?” I asked him to break the silence.

        “It is an ‘Epopeia Clássica’ as the Portuguese people call it. Speaks mainly of the journey made by the Portuguese to India.