“Don’t you put words in my mouth, little girl.” He snapped, looking at his wife in distress. “She’s bastardizing my faith and using it as an excuse to party and there is nothing we can do to stop her from making an oath and if she does it disingenuously, she could get killed for it. The gods visit me often, there is nothing I can do to stop it from happening if that’s the fucking case. Please take her off my hands before I start screaming in Russian.”
Frown deepening, Sarah left the stairs and went for Shane, gently reaching for his hands. Ginny knew better. All their children had been raised knowing the tenants of their father’s religion. As they had with their mother’s. The hope was that they would each one day (wisely and with careful thought) chose the religion that best called to them. Or not. EJ was non-religious and that was also respected in their house.
What Ginny was doing had no excuse.
“Ginny, go upstairs.”
“Why? Cause Pa...”
“NOW.”
“Fine. Whatever.” Turning, she stomped up the stairs, slamming her door when she got to it.
With a sigh, Sarah turned her attention from her husband for a moment, addressing their AI. “Baymax?”
“Yes, Miss Sarah. How can I be of assistance?”
“Lock Ginny’s door, please. Windows too. And feed video surveillance to the kitchen and EJ’s lab.”
“Sound too?”
“Only in the kitchen. No need to disturb EJ.”
“Right away.”
“Thank you, Baymax.”
“My pleasure. May I also point out that Master Shane’s emotional le...”
“I’m on it, Baymax. Thank you.”
“Very well.”
Turning back to Shane, Sarah squeezed his hands gently. “Do you want to talk or go running? I’m fine if you just want to run. And I’ll be here when you get back.”
