Parker Collins and the Curse of the Serpent Staff: The Parker Collins Adventures, #1

By P.S. Gerard

Ten-year-old Parker Collins never encountered a man-eating snake, a transforming rat or slimy acid creatures bent on destroying him and his family. But life as he knew it was about to change. Following the tragic death of his father, Parker, his twin sisters Paige and Patsy, and their mother Eliza are forced move to Blackhawk Estate, the home of their estranged and mysterious grandmother Charlotte. As they settle into her home and start to form new relationships, strange things begin to happen. Soon, Parker, his sisters and a cousin named Jacob realize that Grandma Charlotte and her relatives who live down the street are not normal, elderly women. They control the power of six precious jewels each with its own magical power. These jewels are the key to unlocking a tomb of the warlock, Banderous. Parker must battle the evil warlock and avoid being struck by the Curse of Serpent Staff. If he fails, his entire family and the magical jewels will be lost forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: P.S. Gerard
• Release date: Feb 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9780999872727

P.S. Gerard

P.S. Gerard is a survivor of corporate America, having worked as a human resources executive for over 25 years. Born in the Midwest, Gerard moved to Texas in 1996 and calls the lone star state home. As the father of a precocious 13-year-old daughter, Gerard spends his precious free time fending off invading teenage boys, chauffeuring his princess to her ever-expanding sports and social activities, working with his better half to care for their elderly parents and playing peacekeeper between his two younger brothers. His passion for storytelling came at an early age, when he convinced his Kindergarten teachers that he lost his contact lenses, causing them to clear the room and search for hours until his mother arrived and revealed the truth. Since then, Gerard has used his Journalism and English degrees to craft engaging stories for a variety of audiences. He is a staunch supporter of children’s charities and a strong advocate for adoption.  

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Parker Collins and the Curse of the Serpent Staff

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P.S. Gerard

Copyright © 2018 P.S. Gerard

All rights reserved.

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ISBN-13: 9780999872727

DEDICATION

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In loving memory of my great aunts, all of whom brought joy and adventure to our lives. Their enduring spirit, infectious laugh, their love of fine jewelry and their quest for adventure was the inspiration for this book.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

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To my daughter Maggie, my better half Larre and my mother Nancy – you all have kept me grounded and have encouraged me every day. Without you all this book would not have been written. You have my gratitude, my heart and all my love, now and forever.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - The Journey Begins

Chapter 2 - Inside the Halls of Blackhawk Estate

Chapter 3 - Exploring the Forest

Chapter 4 - A Meeting of the Minds

Chapter 5 - Deep Inside the Caverns of Darkness

Chapter 6 - Sister Dear

Chapter 7 - Afternoon Flight

Chapter 8 - Dinner for Twelve

Chapter 9 - The Jewels Revealed

Chapter 10 - The Entrance Uncovered

Chapter 11 - Invasion Before Dawn

Chapter 12 - The Race Against Time

Chapter 13 - Danger in the Chambers

Chapter 14 - The Great Escape

Chapter 15 - From Daylight into Darkness

Chapter 16 - The Rise of Banderous

Chapter 17 - The First-Born Son

Chapter 18 - The Final Release

Chapter 1 - The Journey Begins

The sweet smell of freshly baked blueberry muffins wafted through the air, filling the white brick house as the early morning sun sprinkled rays of golden light through the pale blue vertical blinds hanging in the kitchen window. The sounds of clanking glass echoed through the empty room as Eliza Collins hurriedly finished preparing breakfast for her children. Once her preparations were complete, Eliza continued packing the remaining items from the refrigerator into a large red cooler, and then placed the cooler on the kitchen floor next to a small metal folding table and chairs that she had borrowed from a neighbor next door. In just a few short hours, Eliza and her children would be leaving the small suburban home she had lived in for more than thirteen years and would be returning to Missouri and the house where she was raised. The past month seemed like a blur to Eliza, as she paused for a moment and opened the blinds while looking out the kitchen window towards the flat black realtor sign planted in the front yard. A bright red sold sign dangled beneath it as a cool breeze swept across the front lawn. Eliza stood staring out the window, remembering fondly the day when she and her husband Keith first purchased the house as sadness quickly filled her heart. She now knew deep inside it was time for her and the children to leave. Keith had recently been laid to rest, and Eliza had finally become convinced that it was in her and her children’s best interest to return home to live with her mother. The harsh reality of raising three young children on her own had finally sunk in, and Eliza had recently witnessed things that she knew she could not handle alone. Although she dreaded returning to Missouri and the life she had left behind, her mother had finally convinced her it was the right thing to do.

A beam of sunlight streaked into the bedroom from between the dark green drapes, striking ten-year-old Parker on his forehead as he quickly opened his eyes. He was not accustomed to sleeping on the cold tile floor and had spent most of the night tossing and turning, trying to get some rest. The movers had come the week before, packing away his beloved racecar bed and bedding, along with most of his worldly possessions. All he was left with now was a sleeping bag and pillow, and his shoebox filled with his secret super stuff that he kept with him always. Parker knew that today would be his final day at home, and as he laid inside his sleeping bag thinking about leaving the only home he had ever known, fear began to fill him inside. The weeks following his father’s death were now all but a blur to him. His father had left them suddenly, without warning and without saying goodbye. Parker and his sisters were not told as to why or how he had died. All he knew was that each time he asked his mother for details, she would just stare at him and cry.

Parker had only visited his grandmother’s house a couple of times over the past ten years, and from what he could remember, it was a very cool place. The house he remembered was at least three times the size of his own, and his mother had promised him that his new bedroom would be far away from his sisters. Parker began to get excited about seeing his new room and exploring the house and his new surroundings. He was now ready to leave the sad memories behind and begin a new adventure.

KIDS, it is time to wake up! The sound of Eliza’s voice echoed down the empty hallway and into each of the bedrooms. Her words spilled in under the door and bounced off the tile floor as Parker tossed and turned inside his sleeping bag. Then, from down the hall, Parker heard four bare feet running towards his door. He quickly pulled the sleeping bag back over his head and tried to hide.

Parker.... it’s time to get up! said Patsy and Paige in unison. The 8-year-old twins burst through the door and into the room.

Yeah Park, wake up sleepy head, said Paige, placing her hands-on top of the sleeping bag just above Parker’s head.

Leave me alone! replied Parker, covering his head and scrunching down deeper inside the sleeping bag while preparing for battle. Every morning for as long as Parker could remember, his sisters would burst into his bedroom and wake him up for breakfast. It was their little way of torturing him, and each day Parker tried desperately to ignore them.

Mom said it’s time to eat, so get up! said Patsy as she began tugging at the sleeping bag while Paige grabbed a hold of Parker’s pillow.

I’M COMING, yelled Parker, unzipping the sleeping bag while reaching over and knocking Patsy down onto the floor. Parker placed his arms high above his head as he let out a tremendous yawn, and as his arms rose, the top of his pajamas crept up, exposing his blue and white striped Jockey underwear for all to see.

I can see Parker’s underpants, said Patsy as Paige suddenly struck Parker across the back of the head with his pillow, catching him off guard and knocking him over on his side.

The battle had now begun, and Parker was prepared. Armed with the end of his sleeping bag, Parker slid out of the bag and grabbed Patsy’s arm, dragging her into the bag. Paige held the pillow tightly in her hands and began hitting Parker across his head and body as he skillfully stuffed Patsy inside the bag.

LET HER GO! yelled Paige as Parker began rolling Patsy into the warm sleeping bag and tied her up with the two strings that dangled from each of the ends. Then, when he was sure she was secure, he went after Paige, grabbing at her nightgown as she hit him repeatedly in the head with the pillow.

PAIGE! yelled Patsy while trapped inside the sleeping bag as she rolled around on the cold tile floor. PAIGE...let me out of here!

Paige broke free from Parker’s grasp and then sprinted from the bedroom, her floral pink nightgown flowing behind her like a cape. She dropped the pillow in the hallway and ran into the kitchen, jumping over Flash, the yellow Labrador who was sleeping at the end of the hall. Paige landed on the floor hard and then ran straight into her mother’s arms.

What on Earth is going on with you? asked Eliza, scooping Paige into her arms while staring down the hallway towards Parker’s bedroom. Seconds later, Parker came rushing out of his bedroom, running as fast as he could through the hall, leaping over Flash and soaring high into the air completely out of control.  All Eliza could do was brace herself and watch, as she held onto Paige tightly and closed her eyes while turning her body to the side.

THUD, went Parker as his body slammed hard into Eliza, knocking him to the floor and sending him tumbling beneath the folding kitchen table. Instantly, Paige’s laugh could be heard from above as it echoed through the empty kitchen.

PARKER! yelled Eliza, swinging around and hovering over him, her eyes flickering with fury. What do you think you’re doing? she asked.

Parker shrugged his shoulders. I was chasing Paige, he said with a smile.

I want all of you to stop fighting, scolded Eliza before placing Paige on the ground and then pointing to the chair. Paige sat quietly, knowing that the slightest giggle would be met with swift consequences. I have enough to do today without having to take you to the hospital for a broken skull, Eliza said sternly as Parker crawled up off the floor and climbed into his seat. Paige, you need to calm down and be good! Eliza then returned to her cleaning as muffled screams began filling the hallway.

MOM...PAIGE...ANYONE.... HELP ME! yelled Patsy, trying to free herself from Parkers sleeping bag. No matter how hard she fought, she was unable to break free. The strings were just too tight.

Patsy, come into the kitchen, I can’t understand a word you are saying. said Eliza as she placed a blueberry muffin on Parker and Paige’s plates.  She then waited for a moment for Patsy’s reply, and when none came, she left the kitchen and walked down the hallway in search of her missing daughter.

Don’t make me punish you two, said Eliza sternly, turning around in the hallway and peering back into the kitchen. Just sit there and eat your breakfast like normal children!  Flash remained on the floor, lying closest to the table, watching the children in hopes that a crumb or two would fall to the ground for him to eat.

Parker looked at Paige and smirked. He then began to take apart his muffin without a sound as Paige quietly sat and ate her muffin, all the while plotting her revenge. Within moments, Patsy was free and came running into the kitchen, followed by Eliza. She quickly took her seat next to Paige and began to eat the other half of Paige’s muffin. As soon as Eliza turned her back to the children, Patsy looked over at Parker and stuck out her tongue, followed by her sister.

That’s enough girls! We have a very busy day and I do not have time to separate you from one another. The next one who acts up gets to ride on the roof of the car! said Eliza sternly.

Parker, Patsy and Paige did not make a sound, and finished eating their breakfast in silence.

When you are finished, please wipe off your chairs. I want them to be returned clean, just as they were leant to us, said Eliza.

The children nodded in reply, as they stuffed the remaining pieces of their muffins in their mouths and finished their orange juice and milk. After breakfast was finished, Eliza cleaned the kitchen and began packing the car while Parker, Paige and Patsy returned to their rooms to change out of their pajamas and into play clothes for the long journey ahead. Parker had turned ten the day before his father’s death, and with his new double-digit age, he now commanded the use of the shared bathroom and first dibs on the shower over his sisters. Patsy and Paige did not argue with Parker since they had taken a bath the night before. Instead, they changed out of their pajamas and into matching peach dresses, with light yellow tennis shoes and matching floral socks. Since birth, Eliza had dressed both girls alike, and even now that they could choose their own clothes, the girls preferred to dress the same way. Along with the peach dresses, they wore matching peach bows, and carried matching peach purses. To them, this was the ultimate summer outfit. To Parker, they looked like fruit!

Hurry up...we need to brush our teeth, said Paige standing outside the bathroom door. Parker just ignored them, choosing instead to stare at himself in the full-length mirror while toweling off after finishing his shower. His strawberry blonde hair lay gently to the side as he looked carefully into the mirror at his sunken chest and long skinny arms.

I’m never going to grow, he said to himself, turning to each side and looking to see if he had developed any muscles. I’m going to be a short, scrawny kid all my life.

The girls began to pound harder on the hollow bathroom door, LET US IN! yelled Paige. I’m going to tell mom you are hogging the bathroom! 

Frustrated, Parker looked angrily at the door and then saw the set of dark black marks running up the inside of the door. He walked over to the door and there, in his father’s handwriting he saw it. It was the chart of how much he and his sisters had grown over the years. Dark black lines ran up the side of the door and each line had their names beside it and the date the mark was made. For a moment, tears began to form in Parker’s eyes. This is the last time I’ll be in this bathroom, he said. I really wish dad was here.

LET US IN! yelled the girls again, pounding harder on the door, breaking Parker’s concentration.

Parker stood for a moment longer, looking at the marks, and then wiped the tears from his eyes and unlocked the bathroom door, opening it with a smile. It’s all yours! he said grinning. And you get to clean it up when you’re done.

It took you long enough, said Patsy, as Paige pushed Parker aside and ran to the sink to begin brushing her teeth. Parker waited for a moment as Patsy ran past him and joined Paige at the sink. Then he took his towel and pajamas and headed off to find his mother. He wanted her to know how sad he was to be leaving his home, but he also wanted her to know how happy he was to begin a new adventure.

Meanwhile, Eliza had finished packing the remaining kitchen items into the station wagon and was now in the den collecting her small boxes of fine crystal and china. The boxes were the only thing left in the den aside from the family portraits that hung perfectly along the wall. As sadness filled her heart, Eliza stared at the portraits, remembering when each had been painted and hung on the wall. The last portrait painted was the one of her late husband, Keith. As she stared at his painting, a dark feeling came over her. She remembered the day that Keith had died, and the horrible creature that had taken his life. Never had Eliza seen such evil, and never could she have believed that it would kill the only man she had ever loved.  Tears streamed down her cheeks as the image of the creature filled her mind. She knew she would remember that night for as long as she lived. After his death, Eliza had called her mother for advice, and her words now echoed inside Eliza’s head. It is time for you to come home, Eliza, she said. You and your children are no longer safe. Those words kept repeating repeatedly until her thoughts were broken by the sound of Parker’s voice.

Hey mom, he said, bouncing into the room with his towel fastened tightly around his waist.  Can we take my bathroom door with us when we move?

Eliza quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and looked down at Parker. She stared at him for a moment as she tried to remember his question. Then she smiled and asked, Why do you want to take the door?

I don’t know, said Parker, shrugging his shoulders. I guess I want to take something from the house with me. Dad wrote my height on it. Can we take it with us, please?

Eliza paused for a moment as the memories began racing through her head once again. She remembered Keith charting each of the children’s height on that door. She remembered how happy they all were. Tears again began to form in her eyes, as she gently placed her hand on top of Parker’s wet head.

We can’t take the door with us sweetheart, she said. But I’ll tell you what I can do. How about I take a picture of the door? That way, you will always have it with you. Her tone was soft and caring, as she looked into Parker’s eyes.

That would be ok, said Parker disappointedly. I really wanted the door, but a picture would work. He then smiled, turned and left the room leaving wet footprints along the wood floors.

As soon as Parker left the den, Eliza returned to her packing. She gently placed a large crystal bowl inside one of the boxes when suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Chester Milligan came walking through the front door. Chester was a portly, kind, balding older man who lived next door and who had always been willing to help Eliza with whatever she needed it.

Hello... is anyone home? he said, walking briskly into the den.

Eliza smiled and greeted him with a hug. Thank you for all of your help. I couldn’t have finished all the packing without you.

Chester blushed as he held Eliza tightly. Then, he began pulling down the portraits from the wall, placing them carefully inside a large cardboard box. I’m glad I could help. Is there anything else you need to pack? he asked.

Eliza looked around the room. All that’s left is your folding table and chairs that are in the kitchen. Other than that, I think we have everything.  She paused for a moment, then picked up the box of crystal and headed to the car. Chester sealed up the box of portraits and followed behind her.

Patsy and Paige finished brushing their teeth and packing their things, and were now walking down the hallway, each carrying matching floral suitcases filled with clothes in one hand, and a blonde-haired doll in the other. Parker soon followed behind them carrying his backpack filled with toys and his box of super-secret stuff and some clothing for the trip. He also dragged behind him his rolled-up sleeping bag and pillow as they all headed outside to the car. 

Chester and Eliza loaded all the family’s remaining items into the station wagon until the car was completely packed. Eliza then looked around, realizing all that was left to do was to take a picture of the bathroom door, turn off the lights and lock up the house. Parker, Paige and Patsy stood gazing at the backyard, as Eliza left for a moment and then returned with her camera and her keys in hand. She then took one last long look at the home she had once loved. Many wonderful memories were within these walls, but now Eliza was eager to leave the past behind and embrace her future. It was time for her to return to her mother’s home and rejoin her family. She knew she would desperately miss the friends she had made, but more importantly, Eliza needed the strength and the support that only her mother could provide. The future seemed uncertain, and although returning to her mother’s home would be hard, staying in her house all alone was no longer an option.

Children, it’s time for us to say goodbye. It is getting late, said Eliza, opening the back door of the late model station wagon. Patsy, Paige and Flash piled into the back seat, while Eliza and Parker climbed into the front. Chester helped strap the children into their seats in the back and made sure that Flash had his own spot on the floorboards.

Have a safe trip, said Chester. I look forward to seeing you again, someday soon! Chester always had a soft spot for Eliza, ever since his wife passed away a few years ago. He smiled brightly as he gently closed her car door and stepped off the drive into the lush green manicured lawn.

Eliza sat behind the wheel and started the car, placed it in reverse and slowly pulled away. The engine revved as the car began to slowly back out of the driveway and onto the street. The children looked through the windows one final time as she placed the car in drive, and they drove slowly over the hill leading towards the highway as the house disappeared. Within moments, their former life was gone, and their new life had begun.

Traffic on the highway was light as the station wagon sped South on Interstate 55 and the children took in the views all around them. Six hours in a car is enough to drive anyone crazy, and since the car did not have any of the electronic gadgets that newer automobiles had, the children had to make do with their imagination and the static radio stations that Eliza was able to find along the way. Parker read his books quietly in the front seat while the girls played with their dolls and with the fur on Flash’s tail in the back.

Eliza had dreaded the drive back to her mother’s house, since it was one with little scenery other than random cows along the side of the road. Corn, cattle and farms were the extent of what the family had to view for most of the trip. Parker didn’t seem to mind since the girls had a way of falling asleep during long road trips, and when they did, it became Parker’s special time alone with his mom.

How’s the car running, asked Parker as Eliza slipped on a pair of dark black sunglasses.

Just fine, she replied. Are you looking forward to seeing Grandma Charlotte again? she asked.

Yes, I think so, said Parker hesitantly. I haven’t seen her in a long time. I don’t remember her or the house very much. I don’t remember exactly where she lives. All I remember is that it is a big house with huge stairs.

That’s all right, said Eliza as the car raced down the highway. I’m sure it will all come back to you when we pull into the driveway. You will remember some parts of the house, and you will remember Grandma Charlotte. And I know how much fun you will have figuring out the rest. 

Parker loved adventures and had a history of disappearing for hours at a time while out exploring their former back yard and creek area behind the house. He would look for artifacts, small trinkets he found along the road or in the woods which he considered his prized possessions which he kept hidden in his secret box of super stuff.

Are there a lot of things to do at Grandma Charlotte’s? asked Parker

I bet you can find something to keep you busy. But remember, this is Grandma Charlotte’s house. You must be respectful of her space, said Eliza.

I know Mom, I’ll be careful. Parker grinned as thoughts of mighty adventures filled his head. The house would be his new fort, filled with places to explore.

When we arrive, we’ll all sit down and discuss the rules, said Eliza with a smile. That way you and your sisters won’t get into any trouble.

Is she happy that we are coming to live with her? Parker asked, fearing that since Grandma Charlotte had not come to his father’s funeral, and since they had not seen her in many years, she would not be happy that they were coming to live with her.

Eliza hesitated for a moment. Why of course, she is thrilled that we are coming home, and I bet she has even baked you a huge stack of her famous raisin cookies as a welcome gift.

Parker’s eyes lit up. He loved raisin cookies, especially ones that had big chunks of brown sugar in them. What about the street she lives on? Are there many children there?

I don’t recall, said Eliza. Grandma Charlotte lives on a long street with some big houses and massive yards. I am sure you will be able to find some kids in the area to play with, and if you don’t meet anyone this summer, maybe you will meet some new friends when you start school in the fall. I bet there are a whole bunch of kids who would love to come over and play with you and your sisters. And I know you will really enjoy your new school, said Eliza. Saint Joseph’s Academy is an all boy’s school, which means you won’t have to go to school with your sisters anymore.

Awesome, said Parker, grinning from ear to ear. Where will Paige and Patsy go?

Well, they will be attending St. Rita’s school for girls. It’s located right next door to your new school. They are separate schools, but they do share some common areas. I am sure you will love it. I remember back when I was a girl, I loved going to St. Rita’s. And from what I can remember, St. Joseph is really nice too.

Parker cringed for a moment. I thought the girls were going to be sent far away for school, he said.

No, but good try, replied Eliza, as she drove, remembering the fun she had when she was younger and going to school in Missouri. She sighed briefly to herself as the memories of her adolescence filled her head. Most of the memories were good, but there were also some very dark times. Over the years, she had only visited her mother twice, and both times were during the holidays. Eliza’s mother and her husband Keith did not get along, which greatly upset her. This tension was so intense that to keep the peace, Eliza and Keith had chosen to keep their distance and stay away. Looking back now, Eliza regretted making that decision. Now that Keith was gone, she knew that the transition from her home to her mother's would be a difficult one. Eliza knew that her mother’s world would be far different from the one in which she had raised her children. They were all in for some big changes in their lives, and she hoped that they would be up for the challenge. With Keith gone, she knew she needed her mother’s help and protection. Eliza was convinced that it best for her and her children to return to her mother’s home. There she thought they might be safe.

Hours passed as the car raced down the highway and Eliza talked to Parker about what it was like for her growing up with Grandma Charlotte. She was cautious as she spoke, taking care not to share everything about her childhood. She and her sisters had experienced an unusual upbringing, and she wanted to make sure that she did not poison Parker against his grandmother. Eliza also talked about her aunts who all lived nearby. As they talked, Eliza kept thinking about the decision she and Keith had made long ago to cut off contact with her family. She had good reasons at the time for making the decision, but looking back now, she knew it was a mistake. Eliza knew that she would have many fences to mend upon returning home. She was the only member of the family to ever leave their hometown. She had met Keith in college, marrying him soon after graduation, much to her mother’s dismay. They had decided to marry and move to a small town called Frontenac, more than 400 miles away from her mother’s home. Keith, a lawyer who specialized in family law, was an only child.  His parents, which were his only family, had passed away long before he and Eliza had met.

Eliza’s father had died young as well, leaving her to be raised by her mother and her aunts. Life for her had been difficult, and she had hoped that the life she could provide for her children would be better. As she drove south towards Saint Louis, she worried about the decision she had made to move back home. Would this new life with her mother be better than living alone with the children? Only time would tell. She knew her kids were strong, and she was strong. No matter what happened, they would survive this new change in their life. She looked at this as an adventure and began to think positively about the new life which awaited them as the hours went by.

Almost five hours had now passed since they had left their former home as Paige and Patsy finally awoke from their nap.

Are we there yet? asked Paige, leaning forward in her seat.

Yea mom, how much longer? asked Patsy.

We are getting really, really close girls, said Eliza as the car made the turn towards the Mississippi River Bridge. If you look to your left, you can almost see downtown Saint Louis. And in a few moments, we will be crossing in the main part of downtown and you should see some great big buildings.  Eliza knew that this search for big buildings would buy her about fifteen minutes of time, and she hoped that they did not come across any traffic as the station wagon neared the city limits. Once over the bridge, it would take only forty-five minutes or so to get to the house. Eliza’s legs were beginning to tire, and her back was aching. All she could think about was getting out of the car and stretching her legs.

Parker watched as the car rounded the bend and from behind a hill, he caught a glimpse of a large stainless-steel sculpture shooting high into the sky.

Look to your right, said Eliza. That’s the world-famous Saint Louis Arch.

Wow, said Parker, it is humongous! Parker had read about the Arch in books that his mother had given to him and had learned about it in school. He had always wanted to go inside of it, and now maybe he would have the chance.

The girls looked at the monstrous structure in amazement and the car crossed over the river bridge.

Mom...what is that again? asked Paige as the city skyline came into full view.

It’s the Ark, silly! said Patsy with a knowing grin.

No...it’s called the ARCH, said Eliza. The Arch is the gateway to the west. One day, I will take you all downtown, so you can see it for yourself.

Traffic was light as the car quickly passed the downtown area and as they drove down the road, the children watched from the windows as the city slowly disappeared.

Only a few more minutes, and we will be at Grandma Charlotte’s house, said Eliza while veering off the highway onto the county roads. She had driven these roads many years ago and knew exactly how long it would take them to get to the house. Her heart pounded as the station wagon raced through the streets. The hustle and bustle of the city had now been replaced by rolling hills and neatly trimmed yards.

We are now in the suburbs, announced Eliza while making another turn. The streets were paved in black asphalt and lined with towering oak trees, their limbs spreading as far as the eye could see. The houses they passed were built in the early 1950’s and had been renovated to keep up with the times. As they drove down Litzsinger Lane, Eliza turned sharply to the right and onto a long, narrow winding road named Straight Lane.

This is Grandma Charlotte’s street, announced Eliza. It’s called Straight Lane, but honestly, there is nothing straight about it. The car turned sharply as they drove down the lane. Each curve ended at the base of a private driveway and from the passenger window, Parker could see many large, old, massive houses perched high atop the rolling green hills. Each home was surrounded either by a white picket fence, or rock walls, and the yards seemed to be larger than any football field he had ever seen. Parker had no idea that the homes in the area were so huge, and behind the homes was a dense forest area that would be a perfect place for him and Flash to explore. As the car rounded the fifth curve, Eliza slowed to a stop in front of a large rock entrance. Affixed upon each of the pillars was a large black hawk, with the words PRIVATE emblazoned in gold beneath their feet. Eliza drove the station wagon into the entry as the two large iron gates slowly swung open.

We’re here, said Eliza.

Where is the house? asked Paige, as the station wagon moved slowly through the iron gates and on to the sand-colored pebble driveway.

It is tucked away behind that bunch of trees, said Eliza, pointing up the hill. "Just be patient and soon you will see it.

Parker rolled down his window and a gush of fresh air spilled into the car. Is it over there? he asked, pointing towards the forest.

No, just wait, you will see soon, said Eliza.

The well-manicured yard stretched far on either side of the driveway, disappearing into the forest as the car turned and began to climb a small hill. A large cement pond came into view as the rooftop of the house poked out above the treetops. Two black crows sat perched upon a stone near the lip of the pond as two white swans swam peacefully through the dark greenish blue waters. As the station wagon came over the small ridge and around a bend, Flash awoke from his afternoon nap and sprang into Paige’s lap. He began panting and crying as he looked at the birds near the water. Then, through the trees, a large three-story stone home appeared perched high on top of the hill.

That’s the house? asked Parker in amazement. I don’t remember it being that big!

Eliza laughed. It is not as big as you think. Just wait until you get inside.

Then she slowly drove the station wagon up to the rear entrance of the house and parked, turning off the engine. As soon as the car stopped, Parker quickly unlatched his seatbelt and opened his door, jumping from the station wagon onto the soft pebble driveway.

Eliza opened her door and stepped onto the drive while Patsy and Paige tried to release themselves from their seatbelts. Flash jumped around in excitement, and then jumped over the front seat and out of the car.

FLASH! yelled Parker, trying to grab hold of his tail.

Eliza swung around and grabbed Flash’s collar. I have him, she said, holding Flash tightly as he jumped around and barked. Calm down boy, said Eliza. I don’t want you running off and chasing the swans away from Grandma Charlotte’s pond.

What is the pond made of again? asked Parker.

It is a cement pond. It is built sort of like a very deep swimming pool. In the center is a natural spring that fills the pond, and the sides are covered with cement covered stones, moss and grass, said Eliza. You can go look at it later if you would like.

Parker scratched his head. Who would build a cement pond anyway? Why not leave it just mud and stuff? Parker then leaned into the car and helped unlatch his sisters.

Took you long enough, said Paige, jumping out of the station wagon followed by Patsy. Then both girls joined Parker and stood next to Eliza as they all looked up at the massive house.

My great grandfather built the house in the early 1920’s, after leaving Ireland to come and work for the railroad. It has eight bedrooms, six bathrooms, five formal areas, a large kitchen, butler’s pantry, full cellar and a detached carriage house that is now used as a garage with an apartment above it, said Eliza, pointing to the carriage house at the end of the driveway so the children could see it.

Parker looked up at the large stone gargoyles affixed to each peak of the black slate roof while Flash continued to twist and turn, trying to break free from Eliza’s grasp. Wow, this really is a big house, he said softly to himself.

Oh my.... look who has landed on my doorstep. A soft, pleasant voice came drifting out from behind a honeysuckle bush, startling Eliza and the girls. Look at the little angels who have come to stay with me! Grandma Charlotte dressed head to toe in gardening gear complete with a pink floral apron, bright pink gloves, a floppy hat and large dark sunglasses came walking slowly around the bush and onto the driveway. I see you brought the entire troop, she said, removing her glasses while leaning over to get a closer look. Eliza at first did not move a muscle, and instead watched her mother move closer to the children and waited for their reaction. The children did not move from their spots. They just stood there and stared.

Well don’t just stand there. Would someone please give me a hug? exclaimed Grandma Charlotte, opening her arms out wide.

Eliza handed Flash to Parker, then walked over and gave her mother a tremendous hug. It had been quite some time since they had seen one another, and the long embrace helped Eliza feel all warm and safe inside. Her mother’s arms were small, but strong. They surrounded her waist as Eliza laid her head atop her mother’s floppy hat.

Hi mom, said Eliza softly, letting out a sigh of relief.

Grandma Charlotte had not seen her daughter in many years and had only seen her grandchildren when they were tiny little babies. She was fearful that their first meeting in such a long time might be awkward. But after the long heartfelt hug, all her fears suddenly floated away.

And who do we have here? asked Grandma Charlotte, releasing Eliza and pointing her finger in the direction of the children. All three stood still as their eyes watched Grandma Charlotte move slowly towards them.

These are my kids, said Eliza. Come on you three, come say hello to your Grandma Charlotte.

Paige and Patsy grabbed each other’s hand and walked slowly towards the short, round woman. Fear was in their eyes as they looked at Grandma Charlotte, then over to Eliza for support.

Come over here and give me a hug, said Grandma Charlotte while moving closer to the girls. Then with one big sweeping motion, she leaned over and smashed the girls together, giving them both a big hug and a wet kiss on each of the cheeks. You both are so beautiful, she said excitedly! Just like I always knew you would be!

Hi Grandma Charlotte, said Patsy, as Grandma Charlotte released the girls.

You give really wet kisses, said Paige, as a smile replaced the frown on her face.

Grandma Charlotte laughed. I thought all grandmothers gave wet kisses!

Paige wiped her cheek with her hand. That’s ok, I like wet kisses.

Thank you for inviting us to live with you, said Patsy.  The words went straight to Grandma Charlotte’s heart as a tear welled up in her eyes. She smiled, and then looked over to Parker.

Parker remained silent, standing next to the station wagon, holding Flash’s collar tightly in his hands. He knew that Flash would not let anyone who was unkind near him, so having Flash close made Parker feel safe. He slowly looked his grandmother over with a cautious eye, noticing everything about her, as she stood admiring his sisters. Grandma Charlotte was taller than he was; about five feet four inches tall, with salt and pepper hair and big blue eyes. Her shoes were small and square, and her hips and chest seemed to be of equal size. To Parker, she looked like a sparkling pear, with a smiling head attached.

Grandma Charlotte sensed Parker’s apprehension, and instead of rushing up to him and giving him a hug, she slowly moved closer to him and then gently extended her hand in his direction. It is so nice to see you again, she said, holding out her hand to Parker. Her smile was warm and inviting.

Parker looked down at Flash and waited for a sign, but the yellow lab did not move or make a sound. A second later, Parker carefully took his right hand and placed it in her palm. Hi Grandma Charlotte, he said softly while gently shaking her hand.  Her touch was warm and friendly, and Grandma Charlotte gave Parker’s hand a little squeeze.

You sure have grown since the last time I saw you, she said. You look just like your father...so handsome...so very handsome indeed.

Parker took a deep breath as his eyes met hers. Her sincerity and words took him by surprise, and instantly all the fear and anxiety left him. Thank you, was all he could say as Grandma Charlotte released her grasp and instantly they both felt a tiny little shock, as if static electricity had run through both of their bodies.

Ouch, said Parker, jumping back towards the station wagon. What was that?

Grandma Charlotte looked startled at first, then bewildered, and then amazed as she smiled big as life and laughed. I guess that’s just my electric personality, she said, turning towards Eliza. Why don’t you all leave your things in the car and come join me in the garden for some lemonade and cookies. We can unpack later. For now, I just want you all to relax.

Eliza nodded. That would be wonderful, she said. Grandma Charlotte then led the family down a small flagstone path behind the honeysuckle bush to a lavish garden area complete with iron tables and matching chairs. Next to the garden, there was a large swimming pool, complete with a rock fountain and lounging area. Parker and the girls did not know Grandma Charlotte had a pool and were stunned when they saw it.

WOW... exclaimed Paige instantly. We have a pool mom.... a pool!

Parker’s eyes grew big as he imagined all the fun he would have this summer swimming and playing in the crystal blue water. He was so entranced that he accidentally let go of Flash’s collar, and the dog began running around the garden.

Parker...GRAB HIM! yelled Eliza, as Flash made a beeline toward the pool. Within