"Actually, my mother bought the hat at some muggle department store in London, or so she said," Khaat said. "It really is a cute hat, isn't it? Brian actually did a good job choosing her outfit today. Abbey just didn't want any part of the sweater. I gave him a bit of a hard time for thinking of hexing our baby. I mean, really now. You're right--it was just a mean thought, even if he was teasing--I think."
The little narrow road was a pleasant walk, and Khaat liked the quiet countryside between the village and the shack. She took a deep breath of the country air and exhaled slowly. It smelled like grass and wildflowers--and, faintly, of cow poo. Even that was a nice change from London's muggle smog.
"Michael is a wonderful cook," Khaat told Jess. "He brought us coq au vin last night, and we had some of the chicken left over, so I took it and added some pesto and some chopped nuts and some minced up shallot and some parmesan cheese and made some wraps for you and me. There's some of his caprese salad for us, and his strawberry parfait, and some of my mother's peach lemonade. I brought some chicken for Abbey, and some little bite sized crackers for her, and some berries. I don't know what it is with her, but lately she'd rather eat berries--any sort of berries--than anything else. It's a bit of a chore to get her to eat much else but berries. Brian is thinking about asking my father if he can find a way to grow berries year round for Abbey so she doesn't have a fit at every single meal."
They reached the shrieking shack, and Khaat was pleased that she didn't see another soul around. She looked at Jess and smiled. It was perfect.
"Look. It's all ours for awhile," she smiled. "Come on." She headed across the yard to a spot that had the a mix of sun and shade--shade provided by the long shadow of the tall narrow shack itself. She put her backpack on the ground and opened it, took out a blanket and spread it out on the ground for the three of them, and then sat down. "You know I couldn't begin to manage, I don't think, without all the help I get. My parents think Abbey is the greatest thing, and they leap at the slightest opportunity to have her. Abbey is a Grandpa's girl, and she has started to call him Papa. Brian is her Daddy, and my mother is Gam. She can't manage the r sound yet, so instead of Gran, my mother is Gam. And, hexes aside, Brian has been there from the instant she took her first breath. I don't know what I would ever do without him. If he has his way, Abbey will never need to know that he is not her real father. But enough about us. What's going on with you? Catch me up, for goodness' sakes."