And So We Moved, a Cantrell: The Early Years Save “Lulu,” Joseph said. Seeing her frown at his chosen nickname for her, he began again, gently taking her by the shoulders. “Louise, I know you’re in ...
Okay, I just came across "Brianna's Story, etc." So that saves me some grief. Not only that but "Day of Reckoning", "A Brother's Love" follows it. I just need to insert "The Pangs of Adolescence" before "Louise's Descent" and it's back in the proper order. Yay.
Brianna’s Story: A Tale of Extraordinary Talent, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part One Update
Louise began to giggle in her sleep. Still tightly asleep she began to murmur, “Bree, is that you? What are you doing, go back to bed. And for pity’s sake stop tickling me. I’m not getting up right now.” With that, she grabbed the covers and rolled over.
Moments later Joseph sat upright in bed. A frown furrowed his brow. “Louise, are you awake?”
“I am now.”
“I’m sorry to wake you, but we have a slight problem on our hands. That little minx of a daughter was just tip-toeing through my brain. She’s human, and that’s very strange. So very strange.”
“I think you’re mistaken. She was just beside out bed chatting with me. I sent her back to her room. Go see for yourself”
“Chatting with you?”
“Well, I think so. Funny thing is my brain tickled while she talked.”
“Oh, my God, I have to call someone. We can’t let her do this. This is serious. Even Vulcans don’t take such liberties. Entering another person’s mind without their express permission. . . Wandering as they call it is expressly forbidden akin to a form of a Violation, if you will. Only of the mind. We can’t allow this to go on.”
He got up quickly and left the room. “Joseph? Joseph, she’s just a baby.” Throwing the covers aside, Louise washed up and got dressed. Later in the afternoon, when putting Brianna down for her afternoon nap; Louise was surprised at the conversation she had with the little girl.
“An I going to marry a prince —”
“A prince?” Brianna nodded.
“An live in a castle.”
“Oh, my such an imagination you have. What nice thoughts. Now go to sleep.”
Joseph, good to his word, contacted Ambassador Sarek of the House of Talek Sen Dene, the top Ruling House of planet Vulcan. “Thank you, Sir, I greatly appreciate your input and your help on this. The child has me scared witless for her.”
“Rest easy, my old friend,” Sarek said. “I shall bring this to T’Pau’s attention forthwith. This shall be resolved quickly for the sake of the child — and your sanity.”
Drawing in a long sigh, Joseph said into the compti unit, “Yes, thank you.”
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Over at the Canyon Creek Corner, T’Pau paid an urgent visit to one of her former protégés, T’Pran of the House of Kooli Ton Lok. The woman left the Temple in pursuit of becoming a Full-time Nanny. Her specialty, surprisingly, was human children. Although, she seemed less enthused when presented with this position.
"T’Pau, I am honored that you have come directly to me for this position. I will say, acceptance will only come after I have met this curious family. How is it, one of four children has such a ----a proclivity? Very curious And curiosity is what is driving my choice. I will go interview them, as you request.”
*~~*~~*~~*~~*
Joseph having just returned from work waited for the Vulcan female on the front porch. He stood up when she arrived, raising his hand in the customary split-finger fashion. “Professor Cantrell, I presume,” she began, raising her own hand in return. She took a seat next to him upon his invitation.
“And you would be the highly acclaimed, T’Pran. I have heard many good things about you. I am honored you’re considering my household for your next position.”
Before another word could be spoken little Brianna burst through the door, throwing her arms wide. T’Pran stood up, as the child said, “I knew you would come for me. I meet my prince now?”
T’Pran lowered herself and gathered the toddler into her arms. “Not today, but you will meet him, I am certain.”
Over her shoulder she said to Joseph, “I perceive part of the problem, here. She has a very high Esper Count. She is telepathic. Mindmelds, however, are not Telepathy. This is a most perplexing and curious problem, is it not?”
“Yes, most perplexing.” Joseph stood up and with a gesture, “My wife, Louise, is just inside.
“Of course.”
*~~*~~*~~*~~*
“T’Pran, is it?” Louise said, doing her best to not show emotion as she spoke. Inside she was terrified, worried that her children having a Vulcan Nanny may cease to be themselves. It was vital to her that while her children needed to know and understand how to comport themselves in a polite society, that they retain the freedom to pursue who they were.
“You have concerns,” T’Pran suddenly said.
“Oh, do forgive me, I didn’t mean to Broadcast, is that the correct term? Won’t you stay for lunch? I was just about to feed the children.”
*~~*~~*~~*~~*
Aaron and Erik were already seated at the dining room table when the women came in. “Aaron, Erik, this is T’Pran. Your father and I were hoping she would come stay with us to help so that Joey and Brianna won’t spend most of their young lives in Daycare. I’m sorry we couldn’t do the same for you two.”
“Don’t be sorry, Mother,” Erik said, ever so properly. “I think we’re both just fine.”
T’Pran drew herself up to the table. She chatted ever so briefly with Aaron, “Yes, I have made it my specialty to know humans and their particular culture,” she told him.
Just as quickly she gazed sternly at Erik. “And you, go put a shirt on. It is deemed unseemly to come to the table shirtless, in your culture. Do so at once.”
“Y-y-yes, Ma’am.”
*~~*~~~*~
At the end of this day, T’Pran approached Joseph “Professor Cantrell” she began. “If I may present my overall assessment.”
“Please.” He nodded.
“Sir, my impression is that your children are good-natured Hellions. I accept the challenge.”
Joseph turned in his chair, raised his right hand in the customary splitfinger greeting, which she returned and said, “Welcome Aboard.”
“I shall bring my necessary items over forthwith.”
I am glad I found your update, it can be hard with the forum presently. There seemed to be a bit of a time jump, with Bree going from a baby to a toddler in this segment. It was interesting to see more about Bree and her telepathic abilities.
It's such a heartwarming story! Thanks for leaving the link on the Discussion forum. I rarely leave there because I find it so hard to navigate. Yesterday, I couldn't even get the forums to load for much of the day. You've created a beautiful family!
The Pangs of Adolescence, A Cantrell: The Early Years Update
With his new glasses Erik quickly became an A student. He breezed through his homework in no time, just to take up an instrument and play. He practices all of the time and when he wasn't playing an instrument, he was busy singing his little heart out. From scales to voice warm-ups to actual songs, some of which he made up right on the spot.
Aaron's grades improved, too, as his jealous nature prompted his competitive side into action There was no way he was going to allow his little brother to outshine him --- on everything.
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As it was wont to do, time passed. Louise still wasn't herself, but she lit up whenever Brianna was allowed to reach her over their home Compti unit. It was good to see their only daughter looking healthy and actually happy, to Louise's chagrin. The girl was certainly flourishing under the Vulcan tutelage. She was also maturing, as were her sons.
Erik was near the end of the sixth grade, Aaron finishing his first year in Middle School. Cange was in the air. Louise resented losing this time with her only daughter, but what could be done?
Their neighborhood also went through a few changes. Humans moving out and in.
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On this particular summer day her eldest two boys had gone out front, leaving Joey to play on the jungle gym by himself. All had finished their homework in record time. Joseph was due home any minute. She checked on the meal cooking on the stove top, gave it a stir and then went back to reviewing the mail.
Juggling his soccer ball, Aaron managed to keep the ball airborne for 216 times before it dropped. "Hah," he said to Erik. "Top that."
"I will if you can play a riff," he said, handing the red-haired boy his guitar.
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Why do you want me to juggle this ball?
"Just to see if you can do it."
"Ditto. I betcha you can't even find the E string."
"You're on, you little creep." Aaron took up the guitar, which felt awkward in his hands. He set it down again, quickly.
Picture of Erik chastising Aaron
"I'm not a creep. You're the one who's a creep," Erik shot back. He was about to rush his brother when Joseph walked up the path. "Alright, boys, what's it over this time? Let me guess, the new girl who just moved into the neighborhood?"
"A girl, ew arithmetic bugs, no way." Aaron said. Erik stared at his brother.
"Actually, I think she's very pretty." And then he sang, "She has long blonde hair and big blue eyes --- the moment I saw her I felt alive ---"
"Oh, brother! Shut up. Just shut up. You sing about just anything, you know. Girls, bugs. Life. And I'm sick of it. It's so annoying! Just like you. Dad, and I have my own room?"
"Sorry, no more rooms at the inn . . ."
"But what about Bree's old room?"
"I'm not giving her room away. It's not as if she's gone forever, just for a bit of time --- you could try to get along with him, you know."
"He's a dork!"
"He was nothing but a dork and reminded me of a fork . . . all shiny and bright, with teeth. La la la la la la la."
"STOP IT"
Erik dissolved into giggles.
"Come along inside, boys. I'm certain dinner is ready by now." Joseph struggled to keep the mirth out of his voice. The way these two went at each other reminded him of his two middle brothers As hysterically funny then as it was now. The memory brought with it a certain pang. Michael, the third sons, had recently passed away in a tragic transporter accident. But, boy, could you sling 'em.
While they sat around their dining table, Erik's mind wandered off as it was wont to do. He kept thinking back on that day he and Aaron went to the park at the top of the cliff, not far from their old house. There were kids there, too, for a change. Erik saw a certain girl alone on the pirate ship, away from the others, looking forlorn. Feeling sorry for her, he decided to go talk to her . . .
~"Hi, my name is Erik. Erik Cantrell, and yours is?" The slender girl straightened up to gaze at him. Stare. It was more of a stare, as if she almost knew him, which was impossible. Then her porcelain cheeks suffused with crimson, and she narrowed her large blue eyes.
"Don't you dare try to make me love you, Erik Cantrell," The girl shrieked at him.
Nonplussed, Erik shrugged his shoulders. "What? I just want to be your friend. You seem lonely," he said, concern gracing his young face. He took a step closer and noticed, to his chagrin, that for every step toward her, she took a step backward. "I'm not a monster," he said. "What's wrong with being friends?"
"'Cos you'll move . . ."
"My dad is the principal of the school here. We're not going anywhere anytime soon."
"I didn't mean you'll move I meant we'll move. We always move. I don't even get a chance to have a friend. And when I do . . . we move! I'm not even allowed to settle in. Can't you even imagine what that's like? Here one day, gone the next. I can't have friends. I'm not allowed. So, don't you make me love you. I don't want to love you. I'll just end up with a shattered heart. I can't do that again."
Erik took one last look back as he walked away, bewildered and feeling hurt. What he saw broke his heart. The girl was crying. ~
Suddenly Erik drew himself up. "I said pass the butter, please," Aaron all but shouted.
"Keep your voice down at the table," Louise admonished. Far be it for her to be found wanting in the etiquette department.
"Oh, sorry, here, " Erik said, passing the butter dish to Aaron.
"Just where were you, this time?"
"Just off remembering an encounter is all. It's nothing . . . "After he helped clean up the dinner dishes, Erik dashed upstairs and began writing lyric for a song that would one day make him a household name.
All for now. Thanks for reading!
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