Finally
I cleared my desk and did my paperwork until Zhalia called me for dinner. I went downstairs and filled my plate before the boys took everything. Tonight's meal was cranberry marinated chicken, instant potatoes, and salad.
Harrison used raspberry dressing on his salad and added pita chips. Den talked about how about he was going to win the round before Zhal called us. Zhalia watched me. I nodded and piped up when necessary, but nothing more. We let the brothers eat their brownies in the living room and put away the food.
"Dante..." She started.
"I'm fine. It's just draining is all." It always took a few days to get over.
"It's not healthy." Zhal turned to me.
"You're not taking my brownies away!" Den darted in and took the pan.
"Den! Nevermind. Dante, I don't want you to bottle your sadness up. For it to become something worse. I don't want you to blame yourself. You may a part of your fans' lives, but they have other things they love too. You don't let being Seeker get in the way of having fun. So, don't let sad letters get in the way of the happy ones. And talk to me." She breathed in.
"I understand, Zhal. I'll talk to you when it gets too much. It just always hurts when I hear a fan died. I'll need time, ok?" I explained.
"Ok." She patted my shoulder and went to go check on the boys and see if they ate too much.
