299 - Head’s Up

2021

  Cammeo          Quinn         Tahariel                Lu

Monday afternoon in the kitchen …
















CAMMEO:
For me? 


QUINN:
Aye, the wee one there.


CAMMEO:
But, I’m not expecting anything …
















TAHARIEL:

Well I sure am. Is that one mine?


QUINN:

Aye.


TAHARIEL:
Fantastic!
















QUINN:
T’is from England. Ain’t that where yer sis lives?


LU:

Cammeo, did Herita send you something?


CAMMEO:
It seems so. 





















CAMMEO:
… I admit to being a bit reluctant to open it, especially after
the last time. Well, at least I know this box is too small
to be that hideous doll again.





















LU:
Are you referring to that doll I put in the post for you a few

 weeks ago, along with the rest of Herita’s things?
















CAMMEO:

That’s the one. She sent it back to me, with a note. 


LU:

Why didn’t you tell me?


CAMMEO:
I didn’t think it was significant. Anyway, I sent it right  back to her
with my own note. Couldn’t let her have the last word now, could I?
















QUINN:
What is that, then?


CAMMEO:
Let’s find out, shall we?

































QUINN:
It’s a head! 





















QUINN:
She went and sent you a decapitated head! That’s cr-dazy.
Shouldnae we keep a lookout for the body to turn up t’morrow?





















TAHARIEL:
Dang Cammeo, that sister of yours really is twisted.
What a horrible thing to do to a poor little doll,
even a creepy one like this. He’s so - ewe.





















CAMMEO:
I can’t say that I’m surprised by this, but
what shall I do now?


LU:
Nothing. I will pay a visit to Herita and put a stop to this.
It’s obvious the Committee is not keeping a close
watch on her. I’ll need to see them as well.
















LU:
… Quinn, would you like to join me? You can have a quick visit
with your family while I deal with this. There’s a portal at
Magick School we can use. We can be there in 48 minutes.


QUINN:
Gr-date - a portal, and why not? Count me in.
















LU:
… Tahariel, let your mom know where we’ve gone. I don’t expect
to be back till tomorrow afternoon. And tell Daprima I’ll call
her later. I have information on her genie she needs to know. 


TAHARIEL:
Sure Aunt Lu.















 

LU:
And Cammeo, from now on you’re to keep me informed if
Herita so much as sends you a greeting card. That’s why I’m here.


CAMMEO:
Oh, I will.


LU:

Quinn bring that please? It’s coming with us.
















QUINN:
Right. That’s us, away.
















TAHARIEL:
Well, that’s that. 


CAMMEO:
I do hope so. I’m growing weary of this.


TAHARIEL:
Aunt Lu will take care of it. When she speaks to that
Committee - heads will roll for sure - haha.





















CAMMEO:
Oh Tahariel, you haven’t opened you package yet.
Is it a new doll?





















TAHARIEL:
Uh-huh, I ordered her before I knew about Herita’s creepy doll.
If you don’t want this in our room, it’ll be OK with me. 
















CAMMEO:
Whatever do you mean?


TAHARIEL:

You’ll see. 





















TAHARIEL:
This is her. What do you think?
















CAMMEO:
She’s lovely, for a goth-girl. 


TAHARIEL:
You’re sure?


CAMMEO:
Absolutely, of course she’s welcome in our room.

* Tahariel’s spun cotton goth doll by Marie Patterson

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