The Hunt for Three Lost Teenagers
“What’s the matter?” asked Mercedes, Rocío’s mom. Her hair was dyed black, but her roots were flaxen blonde. She was already seated at the kitchen table by the time I trudged out of the bedroom. “You look tired. Didn’t you get any sleep?”
I shrugged as I entered the kitchen. “I’ve just been having weird dreams.”
“She tosses and turns and mumbles in her sleep every night, Ma,” Rocío revealed, throwing me under the bus. I threw her a scowl, which she ignored.
He works part-time as a barista, and he’s become very popular on mortal social media for his handsome hipster looks. The Thanks A Latte Café, where he works, is a hangout chain for non-humans in the mortal realm, but humans do tend to wander in so glamours are required.
Prepare For Semi-Public Humiliation
Jude was attacked by a wolf once when he was very young, and developed a fear of most animals shortly after. He thinks there is some truth to the Babylonian belief that cats escort the dead to the underworld, while there has been no evidence to support this.
The Savannah Carnival has begun!
Poetry makes her brain hurt, and riddles make her throw things. Hard.
They’re all great kids, and each has made significant progress. Mona and I have encouraged solidarity among the kids at the complex, but we also make sure they know not to abandon their friends from school. We’ve heard varied experiences, but some of the kids have reported that their friends abandoned them once they started living at the halfway house. It would explain why some decide to stick around and volunteer for chores or hone their hobbies instead of seeking entertainment elsewhere. Others have friends who are allowed to come by, but have to be out by 21:00 so they can make it home in time to abide by the colony’s curfew.
Benji and Kent visit us often. Marilyn has stopped by at least once every few weeks. Monty has been too busy to visit more than once every couple of weeks, but other angels–like Cienna, Natalie, and Cassidy–swing by on Saturdays with a few of the guys. I think their presence has helped with the transition, with the message I’ve been trying to get across to these kids: we matter. They matter.
Noah’s a black gay man in a group where the leadership is primarily women. His younger brother admires his ability to keep a level head while dealing with all the craziness, and the healer has really blossomed since Scarlett was found. The two of them are best friends, sharing just about everything. They even shared a home before more members were recruited and living arrangements had to be rearranged.