“LuLu,” said the sparkling woman, walking through the kitchen wall.
“Wow!” said LuLu. “Great entrance, right Will?” Will was on both knees, his head bowed.
“Get up,” whispered LuLu, pushing him.
“Child,” said the woman, “he cannot rise. I’m too much for him to see.”
“Well, I can see you.”
“Of course you can see me. I’m your Grandmother.”
“Grandmother?” sighed LuLu. “Where have you been all my life?”
“There was no need to interfere in your daily routine.”
“Yeah, see, I don’t think so. Kids need their grandmothers. Especially their Fairy Grandmothers.”
“I’m not that kind of grandmother,” huffed LuLu’s Grandmother. “I’ve come to talk to you about what you are about to get yourself into.”
“Does mom know your here? And let Will get up, I really hate all that subservient garbage. It’s disgusting and pathetic,” she added, pulling at Will’s arm. “If you’re not going to let him up, then go away.”
“Your mother told me you would be like this,” she sighed and fluttered her fingers in Will’s direction.
Will shook his head and wobbled to his feet. He rubbed his eyes, opened them and quickly put his hand in front of his face. “Bright,” was all he said.
“I’m here to help you,” said her Grandmother. “There’s only one thing you need to know, if you are to survive.”
“Must be a pretty big thing,” said LuLu, impatiently.
“I’m listening already. Just tell me.”
“Don’t think. Just do,” said her Grandmother, knowingly.
“You don’t know enough about Fairy to function in that environment and maybe that’s a good thing. I’m hoping that it is. So, just let your intuition be your guide.”
“And where will you be, while I’m not thinking, just doing?”
“It doesn’t matter where….”
“It kind of does. Your daughter and granddaughter are going to war. Where will you be?”
“Your eyes are like mine,” said her Grandmother.
“Don’t care,” said LuLu. “I have things to do, so if that’s all ya got….see ya.”
“LuLu, I can’t get involved.”
“Whose rules? Aren’t you in charge of the rules?”
“Some of them and why are you putting that whisk in your pocket?”
“It’s a weapon.”
“It’s not a weapon,” said her Grandmother. “It’s a cooking implement. It’s a whisk.”
“To you maybe.”
“You’re very sarcastic.”
“Thank you,” said LuLu.
“Is she always like this?” asked LuLu’s Grandmother, turning Her attention to Will.
“Yes. Always,” said Will.
“Take these pills as soon as you step foot in Fairy.”
“They will let you see through glamours for as long as you’re there. If you leave Fairy,even for a moment, the pill will not work if you go back. So stay there until your job is finished.”
“Okay then. I’m good,” said LuLu, rummaging around in a drawer. “Thanks for the pills and thanks for introducing yourself.”
“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” asked her Grandmother.
“Oh, she’s not afraid of anything,” said Will, smiling brightly. LuLu turned and kissed him, making happy little noises.
“He’s right. I’m not afraid of anything and besides, I have a whisk and a pastry knife.”
Will choked back a laugh.
“Well, I’ll let you two get back to whatever you were doing,” said her Grandmother. “Be safe and I love you.”
“Oh please,” said LuLu. “You don’t even know me, let alone love me. HE loves me,” she said, pointing at Will. Love doesn’t matter if you can’t feel it, or know it exists. You weren’t part of my life. I don’t even know you. That might not be your fault, but it’s easy to love the idea of someone, which has nothing at all to do with the actual PERSON. If you knew me, you might not even like me.”
Her Grandmother smiled. You’re so much like your mother and like me,” she said. “I don’t need your permission to love you. I don’t need your permission for anything.” Then she turned and walked out the way she came in, taking her sparkles with her.
“That was intense,” said Will, blinking rapidly. “The Grandmothers never show themselves like that.”
“Don’t care,” said LuLu. “We have to go.”
“Ack, ack kaaaaaak,” hacked Alice, spitting a pixie onto the floor at LuLu’s feet.
“I’m soaking wet and you bit holes in my dress, you, you, you, CAT!” said the angry pixie.
Alice was too busy licking her foot to listen to the pixie, so no questions, or apologies, were forthcoming. Finally she said, “I’m going with you LuLu.” Then she hacked up a fur ball and went after a catnip mouse.
Rosy landed next to the pixie and helped her up. “Are you okay?”
“Do I look okay?” she snapped. “I came to help and get caught by a fur face,” she said, sticking her tongue out at the cat.
“I know her,” said Rosy, looking at LuLu. “She’s okay.”
“Good. You talk to her while I answer the door,” sighed LuLu, flinging the back door open.
Stan stood there, looking confused and droopy.
“Hi Stan,” said LuLu. “I happy to see you but I’m just on my way out.”
“I’m ready,” asked Stan, a pizza paddle in his hand. “Where are we going?”