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Moonlight and Merlot

September 6, 2011

The continuing saga of the lives, loves and heartbreaks of the residents of Dion Valley, CA.

As with all the best things in life, this is for adults only.


Bright sunlight streaming through his bedroom windows woke Zach up long before he wanted to get out of bed. He tried to ignore it, to turn away from the light, put his pillow over his head and go back to sleep, but it was useless. The damage was done. He was awake.

He dragged himself out of bed, pulled on an old t-shirt and boxers and went downstairs in search of some food. Cold pizza sounded really good or leftover ham from last night’s dinner or maybe some that cheesecake his mom brought back from New York. And coffee. Definitely coffee.

He found what he needed in the kitchen and he munched on a thick slice of ham while the coffee brewed. Through the picture windows he could see that it was going to be another perfect day in the Valley. Bright sunshine, warm breezes, all the stuff that the tour books boasted about. He should be happy, he reflected looking out over the acres and acres of prime land that had been in his family since the beginning of time, but he wasn’t. Not even a little bit.

Maybe he just needed some time alone. Some time away from Lela and Nick and Phoebe. Probably most especially Phoebe. He did love her, but being around her too much was…tiring.

And he didn’t even want to begin thinking about what happened last night. The dark. The wind. The power. Power enough to knock him off his feet and sent him crashing onto the ground hard enough to bruise. What could have done such a thing? What force had Lela brought into this world?

“No,” he said aloud though his voice sounded weak and almost desperate in the empty expanse of his family’s kitchen. “I don’t even want to know.” And even as he said it, he knew deep down that he would have to know. That somehow, someway, it would be required of him to know.

But not today.

He poured himself a tremendous mug of black coffee and headed for the porch. He was going to drink his coffee, enjoy the day and maybe go into San Francisco for a bit. Have lunch. Buy a few things. Forget about the inevitable.

He cut through the living room to get outside was surprised to find his father up and dressed and sitting in the leather recliner in the corner. He nodded to the old man on his way across the room, but his father got up when he saw him, making Zach pause.

“Son,” Blake said as he rose to his feet. “We have to talk.”

[Until next Tuesday…]

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