So you know, I'm still writing this one. Just very lazy to upload files on here, but I still have quite some in store so keep nagging for me to post. That might do the trick. I hope you all like me introducing Jack Cross as a character. Of course he belongs also to the Nine Network. I just borrowed the pretty sensitive man from The Strip.
Chapter 24.
Stevie walked with a basket filled with a pile of laundry through the entry of the kitchen. Sighing a little as she was glad to place it on the kitchen table. She could nearly feel the drops of sweat form on her forehead as today seemed to be hot, rising temperatures on the land, and the Drovers kitchen wasn't an exception to that.
Lifting out a few baby clothes she shook her head. 'Little mess maker', Stevie lifted up a white t-shirt, well once it had been all white, but now parts held a strange color of yellow brownish.
Jodi walked in and rocked little Xander on her arm. 'Oh see, mommy's up to do the laundry', she pointed towards Stevie and gazed at Xander with a silly face. The boy didn't show much interest. Giving her friend a second look Jodi mumbled; 'uhm is that dirty laundry?'
'No, it's clean, don't you see?', Stevie turned the small shirt around in her hands; 'all stains, and they're not coming out … at all', she grumbled.
'Bugger', Jodi just shortly answered, taking a seat. 'Not that Xander will mind. He is focused on anything but his clothes'. The boy tried to climb over her shoulder, sticking out his little arm behind her. 'Wow, don't kick the baby.' She tried to get a grip on him. 'What with you today Xan?'
Stevie's grinned a little, looking shortly at the two, as she folded some clothing quickly. 'Maybe Xander sees the world a bit different', she just exclaimed.
Jodi half rolled her eyes; 'Well it's a kid of Alex, big chance he sees the world differently'. She now laughed shortly, until Xander started to climb up again and she couldn't hold him back any longer, so she placed him on the floor.
Stevie had looked at her, reflecting her comment. She fumbled her lips a little unsure, than rested her hand on the table and took a deep breath. Her eyes focused on Jodi again who tried to help Xander stand up and walk around the table. Small fingers could be seen along its edge. For a moment she doubted if she would say it; 'You know Jodes …', Stevie started, scratching the back of her head now. 'You had those things going on with well, those old McLeods', she breathed out.
The blond woman gave her a nearly suspicious look.
'I mean, like seeing dead people', Stevie frowned, biting on her lip shortly. 'How was that like?', she asked insecure.
'Scary', Jodi just answered.
'I mean …', Stevie started again, strolling around the table, and sitting down just opposite Jodi, coming closer like she had a secret to share. 'Could you really see them?'
'Uhm they were more like visions', Jodi exclaimed, feeling how Xander held on to her finger, but tried to make his way around the table to his mother, muttering some unknown words.
'Right', Stevie spoke, looking down; 'uhm ...'
'Why?', Jodi now asked curious, moving forwards too.
'Well', Stevie tugged at her hair; 'maybe Xander can too.' She saw how Jodi frowned and felt stupid now. It was weird anyway, and she moved back and mumbled a; 'oh just forget it'. She quickly took another shirt out the basket at her left.
'No no, that could be you know. Specially kids seem to be very uhm, sensitive', Jodi let out. 'Why? Did something happened?'
Stevie looked at her son, who had fallen down once, but had all crawled up on his own. It had made her grin softly. Her eyes looked at Jodi again; 'well, yesterday, just out of nowhere Xander said daddy, reaching out his hand.' Jodi took in those words, bitting on her lip as she saw the hopeful look in her friend's brown eyes. She obviously was hoping Xander could see his father.
