“Benton what is the issue with you playing chauffeur for the day?” Amanda asking as Benton balked at Frieda’s request to pick up Eric and Spencer at their houses.
“Because despite the fact I have made peace with William Anderson,” Benton looking like he swallowed his coffee wrong; “I’m not too keen on getting into a scrap with him; or Spencer’s father for that matter.”
“Spencer’s dad already left for work,” Frieda answering; “And I doubt you’ll get into a fight with Mr. Anderson if Eric is already waiting outside of his house.”
“And how do you know that Spencer’s father is at work Frieda,” Benton looking at his daughter.
“I've been texting Spencer and Eric since four thirty this morning,” Frieda calmly answers; “and before you ask why I was up so early, it’s because of the bond we three have. We all woke up at the same time. I was quiet annoyed at not being able to finish that dream with Eric and Spencer.”
“Dream,” Amanda looking worried; “was it another one of those prophecy dreams?”
“No,” Frieda answering; “just a regular dream that was about to get spicy before Spencer’s father ruined it all.”
“And how do you know Spencer’s father ruined it;” Benton looking confused.
“Because I have a hunch Eric, Spencer and myself were having the same dream, before Evan Lawson woke Spencer up;” Frieda stating. “Once again, it’s that bond we have. I can’t explain it all that well,” Frieda grabbing the brain scan readout Doctor Abigail Robinson made a copy for her; “but perhaps this will. Or add a dozen more questions to the first.”
Benton takes the readout and recognizes it as something similar to the one he saw from his bipolar testing. Looking at the results he see the three separate brain waves present. Handing the paper to Amanda, Frieda speaks up.
“Doctor Robinson confirmed I am not bipolar. But she did state that there is no guarantee that any offspring I might have will not be bi-polar too.”
We’ll cross that bridge, when that happens;” Benton sighs.
“Not until well after you have graduated high school,” Amanda looking at Frieda; “Have you taken you were-birth control pill?”
“No,” Frieda answers; “I haven’t even had breakfast yet.”
“Pill. Now,” Amanda looking serious; “With tonight being the were-panther gathering, I want to make sure you are not going to have an accident and get pregnant.”
“Mom;” Frieda rolling her eyes.
“Frieda,” Benton looking serious; “do what your mother asks.”
“Fine,” Frieda grabbing her overnight bag and getting the pill bottle with her birth control in it; “but let’s make sure your taking your meds as well father.”
Benton looks incredulous at his daughter for suggesting such an ideal; yet Amanda laughs as she sees her husband at a loss for words. Reaching for the small black travel case he brought with him last night; Benton takes out the half dozen bottles of pills for his bipolar disorder. Both Amanda and Frieda’s eyes go wide as they see the size of the bottles and the amount of pills Benton has to take.
“Some of these pills,” Benton speaking as he swallows a few; “have to be taken three times daily, the rest only once or twice a day.”
“A few look like horse pills,” Amanda examining the bottles; “and must be taken with food.”
“Let’s hope the cafeteria is open here in hospital then,” Benton getting up; “I’d rather not want to steal part of your breakfast Amanda.”
Amanda flexing her talons; “no you don’t.”
Benton smiles, “the hurry up and get better from your injuries then.” Getting close and whispering in Amanda’s ear so only she could hear; “So I can ravage you in our bed.”
Amanda purrs, while still in her fursona as Benton walks away with Frieda in tow. As they leave the room, Amanda just growls “and I want to ravage you as well my husband.”
Getting out of bed; Amanda slowly walks to her private bathroom. While confined to her room as she consciously shifted into her were-panther fursona on Sunday; Amanda was determined to get out as early as possible from her car accident last Friday evening, stemming from the parasitic infection she got from drinking tainted civet coffee for the past few months.
Benton and Frieda found the hospital cafeteria not open. Grumbling Benton leads his daughter to the town car and they head to a fast food chain and get some breakfast sandwiches.
“After we have breakfast Frieda,” Benton speaking just as they pull into the drive through; “you need to give me directions to Eric and Spencer’s house.”