there
are
certain
things
in
life
that
cloud
your
vision
your
mind
even
your
senses
being
in
love
is
one
of
those
things
getting
lost
in
a
book
is
another
creating
can
also
have
that
effect
those
certain
things
change
the
way
we
see
the
world
how
boring
life
woud
be
without
them
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The tables are each solid. When the leaves are put at the ends, they reach across the opening and seat 65 people. When entertaining, Mr. and Mrs. Cuneo had Princess telephones by their side and if they needed to speak to each other…that’s how they did it. Breakfast was eaten in the farthest room, where it was sunny and bright, surrounded by gardens. The lights once belonged to Napoleon and were in his palace in Corsica. Mr. Cuneo had they rewired for electricity because it took the servants too long to light the candles. Take note of the wood working and the ceiling. The ceilings were painted by artist, John Reynolds, who painted the churches in Chicago. On the left, right out of sight, is one of the beautiful fireplaces. The windows are all magnificent.
Flowers have secrets they keep tucked between their petals. They only share them with those who know how to listen.
night
has
fallen
and
the
darkness
is
calling
asking
me
to
come
out
and
play
I
shake
my
head
and
refuse
but
the
shadows
wrap
around
me
and
I
lean
in
listening
to
the
nightsong
he
sings
following
the
steps
as
he
leads
me
barefoot
and
smiling
into
the
night
“She wants all of you to return, including you, 3,” he said, pointing at the rat.
“No way,” said 3. “I have family responsibilities. I’m staying here. Just because your an Enforcer, doesn’t mean you can make me go back.”
“I can,” he said softly.
“Back off,” said 903. “He’s my friend. Touch him and you’ll have to deal with me.”
“I can see that,” he laughed. “I’m shaking all over.”
“If you were smart, you would be,” sighed 107 “But, I suppose you being smart is hoping for too much.”
“What have I ever done to you guys? I’m just telling you what she said. Look at the sky tonight and you’ll see what she’s worried about.”
“Worried?” asked 903. “SHE’S worried?”
“You’ll see,” he said. “Tonight.”
“So you’re leaving now?” said 903. “Fingers crossed.”
“I have to stay until it’s dark. Then I can tell you the rest…after you see the sky,” said the Enforcer. “Want to walk around the Art Institute and look at the Impressionist’s work?”
“Is he serious?” asked 107, staring at him.
“I think he is,” said 903.
“Maybe we can have lunch,” he said, smiling. “Maybe there will be carrots.”
“Sure, why not,” said 903, nodding to 114.
114 lifted his hand and they all walked by the ticket takers, who told them to have a nice day, as they passed by.
“Okay,” said 903, stopping in font of the Grand Staircase. “What’s with you?”
The Enforcer shrugged. “I’ve…changed.”
“Why?” asked 107.
“I got tired of scaring everyone all the time. Just because I’m big and my light is bright doesn’t mean that I’m automatically nasty.”
“He has a point,” said 3. “He seems kind of nice, actually.”
“Thank you,” said the Enforcer. I appreciate that.”
They walked around for a couple of hours, quibbling about who the best artist was and which picture had the most to say, until the Enforcer said, “It’s time to go. We need to get to the North Avenue Rocks and the sun’s going down.”
“Let’s Uber it,” said 114. “I’ve never done that before.”
They all got out of the car and walked to the rocks
“Why do they call this place the rocks when there are no rocks here?” asked 107.
“No idea,” said 903, but lets sit down.
They were facing east, over the lake, so it was getting dark, as they settled down and looked up. “It’s beautiful here,” said 3. “Petal and I come here sometimes and just stare at the water.”
“You’re such a romantic,” said 107, kissing him on the ear.
“It’s not cloudy,” said 903, “so where are the stars?”
“They’re not there,” said the Enforcer.
“What do you mean they’re not there?” asked 114, “Where are they?”
903 stood up. “This has to be magic, or a joke. The stars can’t just be gone.”
“Somebody rigged the game,” said the Enforcer. “Too many of you were thrown to different places and can’t get back, except for the four of you. You were thrown before the spell was cast. The sky’s going dark.”
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