Story Notes continued

This is a vote you all get to pick which beginning I use - of course either would be expanded

"Children! What on earth are we going to do with children?" When does the letter say they will be here? Can we afford them? What are we going to tell them? How can we possibly hide Grand Central Station here? You know there are more and more of them using us for a hideout. The neighbors don't ever come around but children, Ugg they are into everything. "

That quite enough ?????? It is only for a few weeks, we can hide anything for a few weeks. Their parents will send us money so thats not a problem. We tell them nothing agreed. Agreed said the three grandmothers. Now lets make this place look normal if that possible. We have to drive to the city to get them on Saturday. After all they are just little kids how smart can they be.

The 3 women looked around the house which they shared trying to imagine normal, none of them were sure they could even remember what normal was like. Decribe house filled with fairy creatures of everytype. All misfits in one way or another. Henry is the gardener. Born a Troll Henry was never able to get into the typical troll behavior such as living underground and eating raw flesh. He prefers gardening and a good merlot with his steak.

Fairies and pixies swinging from chandeliers, A Gnome wandering down the hall fromt he bath in a towel. Shaking their heads they begin the long task of convincing their friends taht they have to go back to their world for at least a little while if they can't hide out.


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Each of the babies was born at home, high on a hill in the same room that seven generations of Williamses had been born before, Cj Oldest of the three, Jaden AKA Lady Bug, and Emily or Missy M as her mom was want to call her. The births had been celebrated with huge christenings in the chapel on the grounds of the gothic mansion in which they lived. After the ceremony, guest participated in a garden party complete with tents, Jugglers, and a buffet fit for a king. The Williamses never did anything by halves.

On the night of their christenings, long after the guests had gone home and the babies had been fed and bathed and were sleeping peacefully nestled on their nappies, 2 small points of light popped into the air above their heads and glittered as they zipped about the body of the small child. After circling they came to rest one glow at the feet and one at the head of the child, A quiet but high pitched buzz issued from their mouths as they stood at attention and intone the ceremony of awakening. Saralyn their mother thought she heard voices coming from the room but by the time she arrived the voices were gone, the rooms dark, the babies covered with a dust of gold, promises and portents seeping seeping into them. dissapearing into them. Remaining latent until their time.