Chapter 4

Time and again, Tim and Sabrina noted the rustling of utensils emanating from the kitchen. Normally, Julia openly expressed feelings, but as the customary creak of the screen door echoed, she'd surprisingly shelter.

"Everything alright?" Sabrina interrogated.

"Yes..." her mother whimpered, clutching a moist dishtowel. "Damn allergies."

"If you say so." she refuted, moving to the door.

"Wait...!" Julia shouted as emotions surged. "I don't want you to go!"

Progressively, Sabrina advanced and hugged her mother as she expressed months of resentment. Whenever feasible, Tim also listened, hoping Julia's appeals wouldn't fall on deaf ears. But in time, he retreated into the yard, trusting they'd somehow find common ground.

"Do you feel better?" she whispered, snuggling.

Recoiling, Julia patted her daughter across the shoulder.

"Do I look all right to you?"

As is common, Sabrina sympathized and remained accommodating to her mother's feelings.

"I have to go; you know that."

Without a word, Julia twisted and slammed her hands on the counter.

"I don't mean to seem selfish, but I promised to take care of you."

Confused, Sabrina drew close.

"In that case, what should I do?"

On that note, she grasped Sabrina's hands and caressed her left wrist.

"I don't know, but you're not like everyone else..." she admitted. "And soon enough, the world will see that."

Again, her daughter snuggled.

"No matter where life takes me, I'll never forget where I come from or who I am."

For a time, they'd stand huddled together until Tim sped through the door.

"What's this...?" he joked. "I'm shoveling a bloody hole, and you two are chatting."

There and then, Sabrina and Julia giggled and followed Tim into the yard, where Sabrina suddenly stood mystified, looking upon the canister.

"Are you going to keep us in suspense?" Julia asked as Sabrina kneeled, closed her eyes, and began mumbling.

"What's she doing...?" Tim whispered. "Having an episode?"

In a blink, she walloped his arm and regarded their daughter's sarcastic stare.

"Make me a promise..." Sabrina requested, lowering the cylinder. "If anything happens to me, remember this container."

Instantly, Julia grew horrified.

"Don't say that!"

All told, this wasn't something she'd usually beseech, though it's something she had to do. And so, Sabrina stood and peered into her father's dark green eyes.

"Promise me."

As anticipated, his lips parted and his eyes widened. Usually, he understood Sabrina's humor, but the contented tone implied something different.

"Why ask this of us?"

Gradually, Sabrina drew close as a tear cascaded. In sum, she wasn't savvy or educated, but had now brought closure to her adolescence. More, she'd struggled to master inherited gifts, but the ascension would be laborious, despite the enacted safeguards.

"If that's what you want, then I promise."

Directly, Sabrina smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you."

From there, saying the words proved challenging, but Julia smiled and seized her daughter's hand.

"I promise."

After, she turned toward the hole.

"I have one last thing to finish; then I'll be along."

Roughly an hour passed as Tim watched by the kitchen washbasin. In the end, burying a capsule seemed awkward, but the terms and conditions she'd laid out with it terrified them.

"Why'd she ask something like that?" he questioned, turning to Julia.

In tandem, she observed while Sabrina compacted soil and leveled new grain. Although, unlike Tim, her mother understood the reasoning.

"It's what she wants, so let's be supportive."

In time, he grasped her hand and eyed.

"I'll try."

For as long as anyone could remember, he'd always been overprotective. Thus, Julia aimed to contain escalating passions, despite personal doubts.

"Don't worry..." she insisted. "She'll be fine."

"I guess I have to let her grow up."

Impulsively, she stroked his face as Sabrina shuffled into the house.

"Did I miss something?"

Tim glanced with a grin.

"Always asking questions, like your mother."

In a flash, Julia turned and squinted.

"Let's get cleaned up, make some popcorn, and enjoy the evening."

Sabrina beamed.

"You remember how I like it, right?"

"Fresh and hot, with caramel topping." Julia recalled.

Like a shot, Sabrina headed for the bathroom as her parents watched.

"We promised, remember?" Julia explained as he groaned and opened a cupboard.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it."