Only muffled yet robust giggling answered her. “Seriously, guys. You want the bad guys to think I look silly?” Kara dropped into a crouch, struggling to maintain her very intimidating hands-on-hips pose in the new position. “Lex, have you seen it?”
The giggling intensified even as Lex slapped another hand over his mouth. “Nuh uh,” he mumbled, shaking his head vigorously.
Kara stared at him sternly for a moment, to which he responded by dropping his hands and laughing more openly in her face. Kara turned to her next target. “Lori?”
Lori clutched her hands in her shirt and shot a fortifying glance at her big brother. “M-maybe…” she stammered, “maybe it’s up your butt!”
Lena walked in with her phone in hand, one earbud hanging from her ear and reading glasses perched low on her nose. She walked over to the kitchen, and, still typing on her phone, reached up to pluck Kara’s cape out of the freezer. “Yes, darling, maybe it is up your butt.” She bent down behind Kara, kissing her shoulder as she reached in and tucked the cape underneath Kara’s skirt, to her adoring audience’s uproarious laughter. “Oops. Now it is.”
“Look, it’s spring. And last year’s loose dust has turned into this soft willingness. The wind-flowers have come up trembling, slowly the brackens are up-lifting their curvaceous and pale bodies. The thrushes have come home, none less than filled with mystery, sorrow, happiness, music, ambition. And I am walking out into all of this with nowhere to go and no task undertaken but to turn the pages of this beautiful world over and over, in the world of my mind. * * * Therefore, dark past,
I’m about to do it.
I’m about to forgive you for everything.”