Triton In Denial
"Oh my god!" Catherine screamed.
Quatre quickly came out of the bathroom from showering in nothing but his blue bathrobe.
"What's the matter, Catherine?" Quatre asked in concern.
"Calanthia is dead, Quatre, please give Trowa & Iria the news so they can break it to Triton gently." Catherine said sadly.
"You can count on me." Quatre said to Catherine.
Over at the Barton residence, the telephone rang and Trowa went to answer it.
"Hello?" Trowa asked.
"Trowa, it's Quatre," Quatre said on his end of the line. "is Iria there?"
"Iria is getting ready for work right now," Trowa told Quatre. "now, what's going on?"
"Calanthia died in her bed this morning," Quatre said to Trowa seriously. "would you please let Iria & Triton know?"
"I'm on it." Trowa said.
Trowa got off the telephone when Iria, Triton, and Theresa came into the living room from their bedrooms, Iria had her baby girl, 1-year-old Ibtihaj in her arms.
"What is it, Trowa?" Iria asked.
"Calanthia died in her bed this morning," Trowa said to Iria seriously. "it turns out that we have a funeral to go to."
"Calanthia can't be dead," Triton said in denial. "it can't be true! It just simply can't be true!"