Entry 5

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

I stood up and paced around the kitchen, shaking my head. Dahlia was suggesting that my toddler son, Henry, could apport through time at will and had visited us as children. That was ludicrous. It just wasn't possible.

"It couldn't have been him," I said. "I mean, he was imaginary. Our parents would have noticed if a real kid was playing with us when we were make-believing Hank Henry."

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The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

"Oh," I said, "One other thing. Did you ever tell Henry that you used to call me 'Cally,' at all?"

My sister scratched her head. "Not that I can think of, why?"

"When Bianca and I found him, he said he'd been playing with 'Dahlly' and 'Cally.' That's what we called each other, for ages. It seemed strange for him to invent that."

Dahlia leaned back in her seat and folded her arms. She stared off into space, as if thinking. I tilted my head, waiting for her to go on.

"You're thinking something, I can tell."

Chapter 18

Trepidation of the Spheres

I took the kids to church and sat through the sermon with my parents while they went to Sunday School. Ethan stayed home with chores, he hadn't been to church for anything but the children's baptisms since our wedding. His parents weren't religious and he had grown up without it. I didn't like to push him about it, since he came for the big things, and enjoyed his solitude. We got back and he had lunch all ready for us.

“Thanks, baby,” I smiled, giving him a kiss and a hug. He smiled back and held out my chair so I could sit down to eat.

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The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

I waited until the kids were asleep before approaching Dahlia about what happened. We met in the kitchen, where I poured myself a glass of water.

"So, what's up?" Dahlia asked, leaning across the table. She was wearing a sweater and dark pants.

"When Henry went missing this afternoon, he wasn't in the apartment."

"Bianca said you found him in his room," Dahlia said, but her voice went up at the end, almost making it a question. She raised an eyebrow, showing that what I had said didn't make sense to her.

Entry 2 - May 2013

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

"Have you seen Henry?" I asked.

Bianca looked up from the mural she was painting in the Astronomy Hub.

"Why would I have seen Henry? He's never down in this section. The doors are locked," she said, turning back to the wall and dabbing on some paint with her brush.

"Well, he wasn't in our quarters. I was making lunch for the kids, and I turned around and he was gone."

Bianca tilted her head back towards me abruptly. "Wait, you mean he's missing?" Her eyes were wide.

I nodded and she put down her paints and rushed towards me. My hands were a bit shaky.

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The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

I folded up the paper and put it down on the end-table beside me. I looked at my best friend, Bianca, and took a deep breath.

"We both know that's impossible. Diggory died almost two years ago. Henry is coming up on his first birthday, and even accounting for gestation his conception would have been months after Diggory's death. Perhaps you're imagining some sort of similarity, all babies seem alike to me."

Calla's Journal: Return Home, August, 2011

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

The television was playing.

“Billionaire Calla Wiley-Franklin has returned stateside after more than a year abroad. Viewers might remember Dempsey Franklin of Franklin Investments, who was killed in the 2008 Franklin Building explosion. His son Diggory Franklin took over the company until 2009, where he was put on trial for murder and then exonerated before his death that September. Calla, Diggory’s wife, inherited the company and the family fortune. What might this mean to the markets, Bob?”

Chapter 17

Trepidation of the Spheres

“Where are you thinking of applying for school next year?” I asked Ethan the autumn of my senior year. “I want to see if the programs I like overlap with your plans.”

Ethan looked at me sheepishly. “I haven't really thought about it.”

“At all? Are you having trouble making up your mind?”

He shook his head and tugged at the clip on his backpack strap. “It's a year before I have to apply, and a lot can happen. I don't want to set anything in stone.”

“Well, I have to apply this month and I don't want to pick a place you'd be totally disinterested in.”

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The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

In case no one reads the Blog -- For the foreseeable future, I will be offline, so there will be no posts, no stories, no reviews. There have been significant changes to my work and family life that require some re-grouping.

I am immensely grateful for the readers who have taken the time to read my work, and I will return to finish these stories as soon as I am able.

I just have no idea when that will be.

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