Ch. 4: The Meal with the Watchers (The Watcher of Many Wonders)
Reine I head to the right side of the long dinner table where Monica sits while Dad lounges at the head of the table facing the main entrance. Monica stands so I can embrace her slender frame. Her pink lips are curved in a smile as she greets me. “This is Chrissy,” I introduce my new intern while pushing her lightly freckled shoulders toward my sister. “I’ve heard much about you already,” Monica says and they hug each other. Maybe she heard something from Zion or God, because I didn’t say too much. “Cool,” she replies but there’s confusion in her expression. “Your pink dreads are gorgeous by the way,” Chrissy compliments my older sister while staring at her waist-long locks piled on the top of her head in a messy bun. “Aw thank you,” Monica giggles. I roll my eyes in good faith wondering how many times people have complimented her on her looks when Zion bursts through the door with a bright smile on his face. He has Dad’s height and shining eyes but Mom’s flawless, d