Part III
Consort
Thursday, April 10, 2031
“Orion, please be careful of your brother!” I shouted to where my son and stepson were engaged in a rough-and-tumble game of football.
“Mother, look at this!” Calliope rushed up, clutching her booklet, and pointed to a poem that she had just written. I read through it, and praised her for it.
“Do you think Father will like it?” she asked, sitting beside me on the bench.
“Of course he will,” I said, running my hands through my daughter’s blonde hair. Callie was only fourteen years old and already she was a budding poetess. I looked across the field to where my other children were at play.
Orion was seventeen years old now, was a mix of his father and mother: blond hair so light it was almost white, tanned skin, muscular and strong. He had m
