"The audacity of that doctor to think he could override us with his masculine rubbish."
Susan wouldn’t stop talking about the humiliated doctor as Rodney drove them in the direction of home. Her voice had that sharp, animated edge she got when she was riled up, hands moving in emphasis as though the air itself needed to be told off.
Athena laughed in response, though inwardly she suspected her younger friend had developed a rather keen fascination for the doctor.
Well, anything to keep her talkativeness coming back, Athena thought, listening half-attentively while her mind wandered. She considered whether the time was finally safe enough for her to check out her new lab.
Ewan had texted her the address and details that fateful day when she’d been forced to relocate, and she had yet to see it, to see the care that was so typical of Ewan.
"Drop me at Wino’s Junction," she spoke up to Rodney when Susan paused for a few beats—a rare and valuable silence Athena seized before her friend started in on another tangent; probably this time about Damian believing his psychiatric degree was enough to put him on top of the world.
She loved his confidence, she admitted to herself. She just didn’t appreciate being on the receiving end of his boots.
"Are you going somewhere?" Susan’s light dimmed for a moment, brows furrowing.
"Yes. I want to check out the lab. You interested?"
Susan nodded without hesitation. Just like Athena, she had been sent home by Aiden as well that day, the latter insisting on reducing the risks of the new lab being found out.
A couple of minutes later, Rodney was driving through the street opposite the junction, maintaining his earlier speed so as not to arouse suspicion among the residents. Most were outside their houses with their children, playing games or catching up with neighbors.
Athena looked around, letting herself absorb the environment Ewan had chosen for the lab. She had to admit—this was perfect. A street built for families, quiet and self-contained. Morgan’s sponsors wouldn’t see it coming.
She watched these new faces watch her, despite Rodney’s steady pace, probably wondering which family she could possibly belong to, which household had her as a relative or friend.
A little girl with a colorful tube around her waist waved shyly at her, and before Athena could help it, she returned the wave, a tentative smile tugging at her lips.
"It’s safe to say Ewan knows what he’s doing, as always," Susan chimed, just as taken in by the scenery.
The landscape was well-kept, with neatly trimmed hedges and bursts of color from flowerbeds along the road. There was a calming effect in the air, a peace Athena loved instantly. It would help her work.
When the car stopped in front of House 14—the last house on the street—Athena noticed a neighbor already waiting on the porch, a tray in her hands. She was a brunette, late thirties perhaps, with two children under ten years old, clutching her long skirt.
Athena hesitated, wondering if leaving Rodney in the car would send the wrong message. She decided to let him follow as they walked up the short flight of stairs to the porch, their approach drawing curious stares from other neighbors.
"Hellooo..." The unfamiliar woman’s voice was warm, breezy, and up close, Athena saw that the tray held a pie sprinkled generously with chocolate chips.
Had this been sitting in the refrigerator, ready for just such an arrival? Had they been anticipating her? Did Ewan inform them of her pending arrival?
"Hello," Athena returned with a genuine smile, admitting to herself that the woman’s infectious expression was difficult to resist.
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