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Georgie was nine.
She had joined Daddy and Elijah as they toured the University. Elijah was graduating early and this was soon to be his new home.
Georgie was going to miss Elijah, her savior when Isaiah was being a demon. She wanted to see where he was going to live. If there was enough room, she was going to move in.
“That's not possible, Sweetheart," Daddy said, as they walked along the grounds. "Elijah is going to be busy studying. He has a lot of learning to do before he is ready to take over the family business. But you will see him at holidays and at birthdays and...Georgianna?”
Georgie had stopped walking with them. They looked back to see her frozen in her spot, gazing towards the football field.
The women were like Amazonian Battle Warriors, tall and imposing and gliding across the field. They were wearing loose-fitting shirts and shorts with their hair pulled back and some sort of mask over their eyes. And they were carrying long sticks with what looked like half baskets at the end of them.
With skill and style, they used these sticks to toss around a ball. They chased one another, elbowed one another, knocked one another over. And no one was blowing a whistle or making them stop. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.
“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?” Daddy asked her.
“What are they doing?” she asked, pointing towards the field.
"They're playing lacrosse.”
That was the moment...