The parents are back. From my pool house, I can hear the back and forth yelling between them and Cléo. Something about mean girls making fun of Cyril, and Cléo retaliating.
And then I can also hear Cyril’s voice adding to the storm. “I don’t ned you to fight for me! If it bothered me, I would do something about it myself!”
It’s in moments like these I’m happy I have my own space.
So while the whole family debates about mean girls, I am cheerfully assembling a new golden relic…
… and activating it.
What luck! Activating it has placed a blessing upon me! Hopefully, something that will help me face the director tomorrow!
… Wait, what kind of blessing, exactly?
Well I sure didn’t expect that kind of blessing.
The relic invoked a skeleton, whose only purpose, it tells me in old omiscan, is to help me sort out the mess in my life.
Well, that might be a faulty traduction.
He just wants to clean everything.
It’s when I see him try to play the xylophone on his own ribs that I realize that maybe it is about time I reported to the museum.
First I have to get him to leave, though. I love history, but I really don’t want a three-thousand-year-old, very dead omiscan skeleton roaming around my bedroom.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 