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This story is No. 6 in the series "The Cradle Will Fall". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Short scenes in the life of Anita Blake and her new role as mother...

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Anita Blake > General(Past Donor)lckybrFR138291,24729303223,33227 Jul 0630 Jan 14No

Fredo are you Okay (PART ONE)

*Willows POV*

“Something is wrong with Fredo.” Faith gave me a sideways look pausing in her painting. We were outside
near the big tree in the backyard. Faith’s easel was set up in front of her, the canvas sideways for a
landscape. The white oversized shirt she wore swept down to her knees, one of Daddy’s. It was her paint
shirt, current covered with different shades of blue.

“He’s really quiet.” Said were rat was inside he had been on the porch just looking out onto the highway
which was okay cause Daddy and Pop were inside. Fredo was here even when he didn’t have to be.

“He’s always quiet.” Faith replied twirling her brush in a light shade of blue.

I sighed, “I know that, but…Something is wrong I can just feel it…What if something happened to Claudia?”

“Ma would tell us if something happened to her-“

“But she hasn’t been here for three weeks almost!” I paused worry biting in my stomach. Sure they were
superhuman, but they weren’t superman. Fredo was a private person; they didn’t know him like I did. “We
should call her, or make her come over just to be sure.”

The dark haired seven year old just gave me a look, “We can call her, but don’t forget we just called her two
days ago-I don’t want to bug her…Maybe Fredo’s just getting sick?”



He wasn’t sick.

I watched him get up, flick his cigarette to the ground and take a deep breath looking up at the sky as the
sun set behind the trees.

“What are you doing?” Pop pulled me off my feet and into his arms. Fredo was still outside, but now he was
standing near the highway. “Pop, something is wrong with Fredo.”

He gave me a suspicious look, “I just have a feeling, and maybe we should call Claudia-just to make sure
she’s alright.”
He set me on my feet giving me a serious grown up face, “Babe, Fredo is fine…Claudia is fine. He’ll be okay-“

“But how do you know?” I looked back out the window, “Look at him…He didn’t even ruffle my hair at all

today, and where is Claudia she’s never been away this long before-“

“She’s fine.” His tone had an air of finality to it even though he said it softly, “She’ll be back when she’s

“Did they break up?”

Pop smiled his kitty cat eyes not revealing anything, he had better blank face than Faith, “No, why don’t you
help me with dinner?”

“But Fredo-“

He took my hand, “He just needs to clear his head, and he’s fine I promise.”

I didn’t believe him.
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