"That ought to take him awhile, even if he does find it," Kate said. "Depends on how Robert's mind was working. If his thoughts were coming faster than his words, he's liable to find nothing but hieroglyphs, I'm afraid. The only person I've found who could read them, without a hell of a lot of work, is Michael. Not saying that scribble stuff can't be worked out. It certainly can. When we were kids, Michael saw that gibberish and read it straight off. I've never understood how he could do that."
She sat making her drawing of the addition to the house. She shaped the room as an octagonal two story addition, with the meditation room on the ground floor, done in light natural woods and colors, with windows on almost all sides. It would be big enough for a few people to do tai chi in together if they wanted and would have natural plants and colors and elements.
The room right above would be the seers' room, with a natural beam log ceiling and glass inserts between the beams to let in natural light, day or night. She wanted fabric shades to be able to darken the room for seer's purposes, if it were needed. She wanted it to be comfortable for anyone who used it.
Angus was upstairs working on reading and signing his will and dropped his pen, which rolled under the bed. Unable to retrieve it, he managed to get up and decided to head over to Robert's bedroom to borrow one from the several he knew Robert kept in his nightstand.
He saw Brant in the hallway, and he seemed to be looking for something.
"Okay. I'll play," Angus said, leaning on the doorjamb for support. "I'm hunting for a pen. Let me know if you see one. What are you looking for? Maybe I can help you find it."