Page 62 of Total Lunar Eclipse
“Don’t you see? When you willingly chose to give up your life for everyone else, even Moon, the Universe gave back toyou.”
“Huh, guess I get to have my cake and eat it, too.”
“Well, sort of. We’re stuck in human form and are completely powerless again,” Edgar rejoins.
Ugh, must suck for him to wait twenty-seven years to be a horse again, only to have that taken away. I, on the other hand, barely tasted my powers and it still just feels like a dream.
“What are you doing here, Edgar?”
“I’m just here to be. . . a friend. If you need help reacclimating or whatever, I’m here for you. Also, I have the keys from Vesta to give to you for the library.”
“Don’t ever tell her, but I’m going to miss that old bat,” I tell him conspiratorially.
He chuckles.
“I doubt you miss her for long,” he says cryptically. “I’ll swing by later and check in on you.”
Then he walks out into the atrium without a backward glance.
Weird.
I sit down at the desk where Mrs. Gerty used to hide all my books and think of how everything has come full circle. I learn it’s a Saturday and Memorial Day Weekend, so the library is dead. I catalog some new books Mrs. Gerty bought and file some things away and then just sit and ponder.
Really fucking ponder.
Finally, I pull up good, ol’ Google.
Aside from you, my Trust Tree Sisters, Google has never failed me (which is freaking amazing considering all the strange crap I lookup).
But my search today is very specific:
Metaphysical specialist.
A job posting pops up from Miraval Resorts in Tucson, Arizona as the position has never been filled.
I take moment before filling everything out and hitting the send button.
Not twenty minutes later I get an email from a Mrs. Gerty expressing her interest in my application and if I have any references handy. Grinning, I write back that my old librarian might be able to provide her one.
Her reply: doubtful,highlydoubtful.
I write another email expressing my interest in moving West with my folks and looking for a career that will challenge my knowledge and interest in the metaphysical field. She says that it seems like a good waste of a library sciences degree, but she would be happy to schedule me an interview with her bosses for this coming Thursday at 10:00 am.
A couple of hours later, Edgar comes back just as I’m closing shop for the day. I tell him my decision and he grins.
“Doesn’t surprise me. It was only a matter of when. Luckily, I planned for this and petitioned to take over the library until another candidate can be found.”
I surprise him by hugging him tightly to me.
“Thank you, Edgar,” I whisper.
“Love you, Venus,” he whispers back. “Now and forever.”
“No,” I smile up at him. “You’ll find you’re happily ever when you least expect it and she’ll be way crazier than me.”
He shudders.
“Don’t put that kind of evil on me!” He jokes. “I guess this is good-bye, then.”
