eternal. No realization that immortality was all around them. That certain inanimate objects could set them free.
If it really was the chair, he’d need to move fast.
Yes, the legend was obscure. The odds of the store owner knowing what he had, if it truly was the chair, had to be close to zero. But might be others fascinated enough to watch the tabloids and the news and would be ready to move almost as fast as he was.
He smiled. With any luck, Ben should be able to grab the thing for a few hundred bucks and have the chair sitting in his office by tomorrow afternoon.
This could be it. With the chair he could finally slay the beast forever.
CHAPTER 12
C orin drove toward Tori’s house trying to decide whether to tell her about the chair healing Brittan. Maybe he should, maybe he shouldn’t. And not because she was down on Christianity. But because part of him deep down wanted to believe the chair could heal, and talking about it made the belief grow. Then when an inevitable rational explanation for Brittan’s healing surfaced, he’d be left with another crystal hope for his brother dashed into tiny fragments.
He pulled onto the freeway, shifted into fourth gear, and glanced at his watch. Why did she have to live so far outside of town? Why did he have to be such a bad judge of time?
Corin rang Tori’s doorbell at 6:10. Ten minutes, only ten minutes.
She flung the door open and frowned. “Are you okay?”
“Why?”
“Only twelve minutes late, something has to be wrong.”
“Ten.”
“Twelve.” Tori tapped her watch. “But twelve signals improvement. Won’t you come in?”
Corin offered her what he hoped was a plastic smile and trudged over the threshold into her entryway.
Tori brushed past him into the kitchen. “Would you like some wine?”
“No thanks.”
“Really?”
“If I’m going to figure out what’s going on, I gotta keep my head clear.”
“Ah, one of those days. In one word how would you describe it?” She called out from the kitchen.
Should he tell her? “Disturbing.”
“That sounds interesting. Would you like to talk about it?” Tori walked back in with a glass of dark red, the rest of the corked bottle under her arm. “You don’t mind if I have a glass without you, do you?”
Corin shook his head and tried to decide if he wanted to talk. Did he? Yes. Besides, since he knew little about Christianity and Tori did, she might be able to spill some rays of sunshine on what had happened to young Brittan Gibson.
They stepped outside onto Tori’s covered porch and settled into the two Adirondack chairs nestled in the far right corner.
Corin stared at Cheyenne Mountain in the distance and let the tranquil image of the setting sun sink into his shoulders. “It’s peaceful out here.”
“So it’s worth the long drive to get here?”
Corin smiled and nodded. He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss.
She toasted him, then flicked the edge of her glass with her fingernail. The ching filled the cool early evening air. “So are you ready to give me your definition of disturbing?” Tori crossed both her legs, took a sip of her wine, and leaned forward.
Corin continued to stare at the jagged peaks to the west. “If Jesus made an object during the years He was doing the carpenter thing, would it be possible for it to have healing powers?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Are we talking Indiana Jones here or real life?”
“Real life.”
“How would I know?”
“You told me you did the church thing all the way through high school. I thought you would know if religious artifacts had healing powers.”
“Sure!” She laughed. “Ask me anything you want to know. And don’t forget, I know all about UFOs too.”
“I’m serious.”
“That kind of stuff is for guys making movies, not kids traipsing in and out of Sunday school. Can we move on to other subjects?”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to talk religion.”
“Why?”
“I told you already,
If it really was the chair, he’d need to move fast.
Yes, the legend was obscure. The odds of the store owner knowing what he had, if it truly was the chair, had to be close to zero. But might be others fascinated enough to watch the tabloids and the news and would be ready to move almost as fast as he was.
He smiled. With any luck, Ben should be able to grab the thing for a few hundred bucks and have the chair sitting in his office by tomorrow afternoon.
This could be it. With the chair he could finally slay the beast forever.
CHAPTER 12
C orin drove toward Tori’s house trying to decide whether to tell her about the chair healing Brittan. Maybe he should, maybe he shouldn’t. And not because she was down on Christianity. But because part of him deep down wanted to believe the chair could heal, and talking about it made the belief grow. Then when an inevitable rational explanation for Brittan’s healing surfaced, he’d be left with another crystal hope for his brother dashed into tiny fragments.
He pulled onto the freeway, shifted into fourth gear, and glanced at his watch. Why did she have to live so far outside of town? Why did he have to be such a bad judge of time?
Corin rang Tori’s doorbell at 6:10. Ten minutes, only ten minutes.
She flung the door open and frowned. “Are you okay?”
“Why?”
“Only twelve minutes late, something has to be wrong.”
“Ten.”
“Twelve.” Tori tapped her watch. “But twelve signals improvement. Won’t you come in?”
Corin offered her what he hoped was a plastic smile and trudged over the threshold into her entryway.
Tori brushed past him into the kitchen. “Would you like some wine?”
“No thanks.”
“Really?”
“If I’m going to figure out what’s going on, I gotta keep my head clear.”
“Ah, one of those days. In one word how would you describe it?” She called out from the kitchen.
Should he tell her? “Disturbing.”
“That sounds interesting. Would you like to talk about it?” Tori walked back in with a glass of dark red, the rest of the corked bottle under her arm. “You don’t mind if I have a glass without you, do you?”
Corin shook his head and tried to decide if he wanted to talk. Did he? Yes. Besides, since he knew little about Christianity and Tori did, she might be able to spill some rays of sunshine on what had happened to young Brittan Gibson.
They stepped outside onto Tori’s covered porch and settled into the two Adirondack chairs nestled in the far right corner.
Corin stared at Cheyenne Mountain in the distance and let the tranquil image of the setting sun sink into his shoulders. “It’s peaceful out here.”
“So it’s worth the long drive to get here?”
Corin smiled and nodded. He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss.
She toasted him, then flicked the edge of her glass with her fingernail. The ching filled the cool early evening air. “So are you ready to give me your definition of disturbing?” Tori crossed both her legs, took a sip of her wine, and leaned forward.
Corin continued to stare at the jagged peaks to the west. “If Jesus made an object during the years He was doing the carpenter thing, would it be possible for it to have healing powers?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Are we talking Indiana Jones here or real life?”
“Real life.”
“How would I know?”
“You told me you did the church thing all the way through high school. I thought you would know if religious artifacts had healing powers.”
“Sure!” She laughed. “Ask me anything you want to know. And don’t forget, I know all about UFOs too.”
“I’m serious.”
“That kind of stuff is for guys making movies, not kids traipsing in and out of Sunday school. Can we move on to other subjects?”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to talk religion.”
“Why?”
“I told you already,
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