Elle
“Elle,” Patricia said as she came into the kitchen. I was working on the lunch dishes after we had eaten. It wasn’t my chore, but I wanted to help. “Would you mind coming to my office when you’re done?”
“Of course,” I replied. “Is everything ok?”
“Yes dear,” she smiled reassuringly at me. “Elder Fran wanted to know the dragons name as soon as you returned, so I thought we could call him. Is that alright?”
I nodded. I didn’t trust my voice. I didn’t want to talk about my mom again. Reliving it with Everett and Elias was more than enough. I just hoped Elder Fran wouldn’t ask me too many questions. But I also hoped he recognized the name. I quickly finished the last dish and set it in the strainer to dry.
“Mom said you were going to call the Elder,” Everett said. He s
