Snippet 10-08-07 'The Naming of Eyes Only' Response

"Logan," his mother's voice drawled, in a calm yet encouraging tone as she tried yet again to coax the information out of her son.

Green eyes looked up innocently as he awaited another inquest. Shuffling in the large peach chair in his mother's sitting room, his legs dangling several inches off the floor, itching to get down and go play.

"Sweetheart," she leaned forward in her chair and covered his politely folded hands with her own, her eyes linking up with his, the blue expressing compassion, wanting him to always feel safe enough to confide anything with her.

He looked up, "It wasn't me."

She followed this line of questioning again, "Oh really Logan? Then who was it?"

"I dunno," he muttered as he looked down.

"Now Logan," she tilted his chin up with a single finger, not allowing him so display such a weakness, aside from him being her baby, he was still a Cale and should act as such. "Do you know what they say about the eyes?"

His head shook no.

"They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Everything that you are is contained within those two little orbs," she told him in awe.

His eyes brightened suddenly in his own wonder, "What's an orb?"

She frowned, annoyed with herself for introducing a vocabulary lesson, in the middle of a moral one. "Round, like a ball, baby. I'm talking about your eyes."

"Oh," the light left his eyes a bit and his mouth dropped as he realized her lecture wasn't over.

"Now all truths, everything about you, is contained right here," she tapped on his temples with her index fingers. "Now," she began after a moment of deeply looking into his eyes, "are you sure you don't want to tell me how the cat got broken?" She referred to the white porcelain cat circa the 1880's that appraisers had valued at five thousand, a value that had been sure to increase before it lay smashed on the plush cream carpet next to the bed and judging by the amount of pieces it now lay in, she was sure it's fate had been met by more than just a fall to the floor.

He had no chance against the psychic eyes that studied him, but he tried anyway with a small shrug.

"Logan," she repeatedly his name softly, yet firmly.

"Daddy," he guiltily turned on one parent for the other and diverted his eyes, unable to deal with his betrayal.

"Daddy?" she tilted his head back in her direction.

"I hadda pee. Dad was playin' with my soccer ball."

"Oh really," she questioned, not truly for informational purposes, but in shock.

Logan let out another small nod.

"I'm very proud of you for telling the truth," she forced herself to say as her eyes saw red, "why don't you go ask Anna for a cookie; tell her I said it's okay."

He looked at her hesitantly, as his small hands clutched the edge of the seat, ready to pounce off, but not quite sure.

"Go ahead," she nodded.

And off he went.

-x-X-x-

"Oh sweetheart," she called out minutes later walking into her husband's study, her voice saccharin sweet and he didn't need to look up to know the gig was up.

The prompt was the reason behind the name. I was hoping the 'ands' weren't really necessary to the snippet. A concept instilled at a young age and continuously reinforced and one of the prime motivators for the creation of Eyes Only…No one is above the truth, not even Daddy's. :-P