Chapter 42
Xaero eyed the glistening rose with critical eyes. He made humming sounds of observation that grated on my nerves as I paced up and down the living room of the Locke house. A ton was running through my mind but his incessant noises were distracting me. Ebenezer lounged languidly on his living room couch but his eyes seemed far, far away. But none of them worried me the way Laurie did. He was sitting in one of the window seats, going through the silverware like a mad man as he turned each one into different types of flowers.
Some of the flowers did not even look normal or regular anymore. Some of them had multicolor spots and others even depicted, suspiciously, random scenes from Tom and Jerry.
"Should we go over his family history again?" I asked, anxiety seeping with every e
