“And what about the ones without family?”
“We’ll jump off that bridge when we get to it.”
Mind reeling, I cut up my eggs over easy and bacon, then mix it in with the grits, using Bobbie’s drop biscuits to sop up the goodness. We could handle getting a couple of supes out of a jam here and there, but this… I have no idea where to even begin to help these people.
12
Remy
Watching Lazare spiral over his weird, mixed-together breakfast, I grab his hand.
“Look at me, baby.”
His eyes meet mine, worry creasing them at the edges.
“Hey. It’s a lot, but we’re not alone in this. We'll figure out a way to help them and protect them from that horrible family. My parents have a lot to make up for and a lot of money with which to do it. I know this feels too big and too overwhelming, but we can make a start.”
“Do you think that they’d be willing to help?”
“I think that they would want to be seen as helping, and that's just as good. So do their friends, and some of those people have real power. Tell me what you think is the biggest issue.”
Eloy takes this one. “We are overwhelmed just trying to put people in communication with their families. For some, it's easy. They have a phone number, they have a person who is definitely looking for them, and for others, it's not that easy at all. They have family, but maybe they don't have a phone or internet. And then there are the ones who have nobody. Where are we going to put them all?”
I tap my chin, thinking. “Politically, there’s nothing much going on right now, other than the steady hum of campaigning. I know a few campaign managers who can organize information like nobody's business.”
“Do you trust them?”
“To varying degrees.”
“And you know who can be trusted with what?”
I nod. “First things first, I'll figure out the space for where we can house people. We’re not keeping them in that warehouse another night,” I say, looking at Galyna.
Doc nods. “I’m coordinating with discreet doctors and therapists who are familiar with supe needs, and we’ll be processing them throughout the day.”
“What else?” I ask.
Eloy answers. “I’m glad they’re bringing in beds, but not every supe can sleep in a bed.”
“Do you think you could toss together a spreadsheet with as many of the logistic details as you can think of?”
He nods, sitting down. “I'll get on that right after breakfast.”
Bobbie and Becky link arms. “Yes. Let's focus on breakfast together and then start to solve the problems of the world.”
Lillian leans over and whispers something into Becky's ear, and she leans her head back and laughs uproariously.
“What?” Lazare asks. “What’s so funny?”
Becky whispers into Bobbie's ear, and Bobbie shakes her head. “It's really better if you didn't know.”
Lazare grumbles, and I wish breakfast was already over.
We all refocus on their delicious meal, grateful for family. Lazare looks over at Lillian, who hovers near him. He sheds a few tears, and she looks as though she's patting him on his back. His eyes widen in surprise. “I could feel something when she did that.”
Becky pipes up. “That's because it's almost All Hallows'. She and Jameson will be able to sit at the table with us by then. Not quite corporeal, but close enough.”
Lazare looks over at Lillian, confused. “Why in all these years have you and Jameson never joined us for dinner at All Hallows'?”
