THE SEEDING, a sci-fi trilogy.
(A preview Chapter)
A. E. Lawrence
Fri, July 7, 1961
Jenny was going over her bills at her bedroom desk, and Shirley was sitting on the floor with one of her favorite picture books. She apparently found a picture that caught her attention because Jenny hadn’t heard any pages rattling for a few minutes.
It always amazed Jenny how absorbed her three-year-old daughter could get in her books. The boys had come in with her but got bored and left about an hour ago. Usually, the three of them played together. But, once in a while, the girl liked to hang around her mother while the boys retreated to the play room.
After signing the last check and sealing it in an envelope, Jenny looked over at her daughter. “What are you up to?”
The girl didn’t even look up. “Nothing.” This had become her standard response, lately.
Jenny laughed under her breath. “Well, since you’re doing nothing, why don’t you go get the boys and we’ll have lunch.”
Shirley didn’t give any indication that she had heard.
Jenny turned in her chair to face the girl. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“Well, go get the boys, then.”
Shirley flipped to another page and stayed seated.
Jenny let out a big breath. Her daughter was becoming more difficult to deal with each passing day. Speaking a little louder, she said, “Hello! I said go get your brothers.”
Shirley finally looked up. “I did. Tommy asleepen.” She looked back down at her book.
Jenny wasn’t sure how to react to such an obvious defiance of authority. Finally, she said, “No you did not. And how could you possibly know that….”
At that moment, Timmy came into the room. And Tommy followed a few seconds later, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He walked over and laid his head on his mother’s lap. Timmy sat next to his sister to look at the book.
Jenny didn’t know what to think. Of course, it was just a coincidence. Timmy was hungry and came looking for something to eat. And Tommy…. She looked down at Shirley. The girl was still absorbed in her book.
Jenny had the feeling that she missed something. She looked down at Timmy. “Did you hear me tell Shirl that I wanted you to come?”
He shook his head. “No.”
Pressing the matter, she said, “Then why did you come?”
He pointed at his sister. “She says so.”
Jenny didn’t know what to think. Shirley would have had to call loudly for him to hear her all the way to the play room. And she certainly hadn’t called out anything. And how could she know that Tommy had been asleep?
A chill ran across the back of her neck and shoulders. What’s going on here? Shirl couldn’t have called them. She just sat like a lump and ignored me. Or did she? “I did. Tommy asleep.” She said she did tell them. But how could that be? But they came and Tommy had been asleep. I don’t believe what I’m thinking. They’ve always been weird, but….
She said, “Shirl. You said you called them to come. How did you do it?”
The girl looked up from her book with an exasperated look. “I say so.”
“Yes. But how did you say so?”
Now Shirley looked confused. She shrugged. “I says so.”
Jenny was struggling to connect the dots. Shirley hadn’t said anything, but she was insisting that she did, and the boys came right on cue. And Tommy confirmed that she had called him. The feeling that she was missing something was coming full circle. The weird games they play when they synchronize so well…almost as if they were…. Were what? Telepathic? For crying out loud! No, it has to be some sort of a coincidence.
She said, “Shirl. Okay, you called them. But you didn’t say anything out loud, did you?”
Without looking up from the book, Shirley shook her head.
Jenny knew that she had to figure out exactly what was going on. She said, “If you didn’t call them out loud, how did you call them?”
Shirley looked up and let out a big breath. Impatiently, she said, “I says so. I'm hungry”
Timmy chimed in. “Me, too.”
Jenny was too caught up in the moment to feed them. Crimoney sakes! I’m going around in circles. She said, “I’ll make you something when I find out what’s going on.” She pried Tommy off her lap and stood up. Not quite sure how to proceed, she walked over and picked Shirley up. Then she said, “You boys stay here until I call you.” Then she headed for the kitchen.
She still didn’t believe what was lurking in the back of her head. And the best way to dispel such a notion was to put the girl through a simple test.
She put Shirley in her chair and sat next to her. Looking to make sure the boys were still out of sight, she said, “Are you hungry, Sweetie?”
The girl nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“Okay. I want you to do something for me, first. Tell Timmy to go to the playroom and bring me the little, red car.”
Shirley didn’t respond.
Jenny said, “Did you tell him?”
The girl nodded.
Jenny kept watch through the doorway, torn between hoping the boy didn’t bring the car, and half-expecting that he would. Without realizing it, she was holding her breath.
Before she had any time to give it much thought, she saw Timmy walk across the living room toward the play room. She knew right then that her wild suspicion had become a reality. Her children were telepaths. But that knowledge was simply a concept that was rattling around in her brain. Telepathy was the stuff of science fiction. How could anything like that happen to her children?
As she was struggling to come to terms with the apparent reality of the moment, Timmy walked into the kitchen with the little, red car and handed it to her. She let out the breath she didn’t know she had been holding and accepted the toy.
Then, on an inspiration, she said to Timmy, “Tell your brother to come here and I’ll make you guys something to eat.”
He nodded but didn’t say anything.
A moment later, Timmy walked into the kitchen and climbed into his chair that was between Shirley’s and Tommy’s.
Jenny’s head felt like it was stuffed with cotton batting. She stood up and began going through the ritual of making them lunch. But her mind was a million light years away as she tried to grasp the undeniable fact that her children could communicate with each other with their minds.
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A. E. Lawrence
A. E. Lawrence