House Five: Sunday, 12:30 PM
“This one is close,” Nathan said.
We were in a craftsman-style house with built-in bookshelves and hardwood floors.
“Close to what?” I asked.
“Close to right. The energy is better. Warmer. But something’s still off.”
“What’s off?”
“I don’t know. It’s like... it’s almost there, but not quite.”
I looked around the house. It was nice. Really nice. Good bones, good layout, good neighborhood. But Nathan was right. Something was off.
And I couldn’t explain what.
Am I actually feeling vibes? Is this happening?
Have I been infected with spiritual awareness?
My eye twitched.
“Julien,” Vivian said. “You’re doing the thing.”
“What thing?”
“The thing where you spiral internally and your face goes through seventeen different expressions in three seconds.”
“I’m not spiraling.”
“You’re absolutely spiraling.”
“I’m assessing.”
“You’re panicking.”
“Same thing.”
Gabriel was in the living room, his hands moving about in slow circles.
“Gabriel, what are you doing now?”
“Feeling the energy vortex.”
“The what?”
“Every house has an energy vortex. A central point where the spiritual flow converges.”
“That’s not a real thing.”
“It’s absolutely a real thing. Athena told me about it.”
“Athena tells you a lot of things.”
“And I listen. Because I’m open to the mysteries of the universe.”
“I’m open to the mystery of finding a house before my wife gives birth to triplets.”
