All the tunnel visiting and writing is out of the way, and the shopping is done, and the writing . . . well, it started. In a way, that is, because yesterday I was tired. Hiking and visiting and just generally spending the whole day doing something had a strange way of taking things out of me, and for most of Sunday I was sort of out of it. Plus, I’m going in for electrolysis this morning–I actually leave about seven-fifteen AM to go to my appointment at about eight-thirty–and when I’m through with that horror show it’s back here and off to work, and then dinner with a friend tonight–
Suddenly I’m such the social butterfly.
But I did write last night, though my mind was elsewhere most of the time, and it was tricky trying to get my thoughts together. I managed six hundred and sixty-eight words, but if you saw the cutting and pasting I needed to bring the scene into line with what I’d heard in my head–oh, man, such a strange thing. This is why writing on a computer is good, ’cause I would have went through a whole buttload of paper if I were typing this out.
What follows is Annie and Deanna have a talk to discuss what’s on Annie’s mind, because by now Deanna is emphatic to Annie’s feelings, and she can tell when Annie wants to talk. Or did Deanna see this conversation coming ahead of time and knew they were going to talk before they spoke? That’s the crazy thing with seer: you can never tell if they’re listening to you because they want to know what you’re going to say, or they already know what you’ve said and they’re being polite.
Anyway . . .
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Annie reached the furniture setting where Kerry and she spent their time during the Midnight Madness. She waited for Deanna to settle herself on the love seat before she sat down on the sofa—their sofa. They’d started to think of this setting as theirs—their chair, their tables, their love seat—but it was their sofa they loved the most. So much love has transpired upon this sofa. She ran her right hand in a small, slow circle against the leather next to her. There is so much more that will happen here as well . . .
Deanna set her sword and shield on the coffee table, then set back and crossed her legs. “There is something on your mind.”
Annie wasn’t surprised that Deanna’s words came out as a statement and not a question. After a year Deanna knew Annie, knew her moods, and was aware of when she wanted to speak privately. “I’ve thought a great deal about our visions of late; the visions Kerry and I have experienced.”
Deanna folded her hands into her lap. “I can see how you would. I would think it almost impossible not to give it much thought.” She set her right elbow against the love seat arm and held her chin with her thumb and finger. “Is there something in those vision that bothers you?”
“Not so much bothers me as . . .” Annie pressed her lips against the back of her fingers while she paused in thought. “Is it possible for part of one vision to be overridden by something that happens in another?”
While Deanna was Salem’s expert on visions, she wanted more information before giving her educated opinion. “You’re referring to something changing in first vision?”
Annie didn’t acknowledge the seer’s question, though she appeared to remain in thought for a few seconds more. “Last year when Kerry and I spoke to Coraline and you about the specifics of our first vision, we mentioned that we knew our wedding night would be our first time . . .” She took a quick, short breath. “Doing that.”
Denna nodded once. “Having sexual relations.”
“Well—” A strange smile spread across Annie’s face. “I like to think of the act that lay ahead of us that night as engaging in physical love.”
“I see what you mean—or I believe I do. Can you elaborate?”
Doing that. The thing that Annie has said they–Kerry and her–shouldn’t talk about. But Annie knows what she’s talking about, and what she’s bending Deanna’s ear about is, you know, getting down with hubby-to-be-who’ll-was-actually-hubby-then. But there’s something fairly specific she wants to discuss–
“I wonder if what we saw in our second vision—”
Deanna thought this might be the reason for her trepidation. “You feel that what could have transpired in the second vision may affect the first?”
Annie sighed. “You said you watched us pantomime our vision—”
“I heard you speaking, and . . .” Deanna’s right eyebrow shot up as she remembered the last thing that happened before Annie and Kerry came out of their vision. “And saw what you did at the end.”
She didn’t want to keep dancing about: Annie got right to the point. “I believe Kerry and I were going to have have sex.”
“Hum.” Deanna rubber her lips. “There are all kinds of sex, and it’s possible—”
Annie shook here head. “The one we’re discussing—the one that Kerry and I will perform on our wedding night—” She looked Deanna in the eyes with an unwavering gaze. “That’s the most intimate, the most important. That’s what I imagine when I think of sex. As for the others . . .” She chuckled. “They’re just fun.”
Whenever Deanna thought Annie couldn’t surprise her, she’d come up with something that would. “I wouldn’t look at it that way—”
“It’s not important: it’s not relevant to what concerns me.” Annie didn’t want to get sidetracked into a discussion on her views on sexual activities and actions. “The second vision felt like Kerry and I were going to do something that would invalidate part of our first vision.” She looked away for a moment and sighed. “Is that possible? Can it happen?”
“That you can Kerry won’t be virgins when you marry?”
Deanna chose her next words carefully, because she didn’t want to make Annie overwrought. “Do you think it’s possible that either Kerry or you will have—sex with someone else before your marriage?”
And, hummmmm. So now you know: when Annie thinks of sex, she thinks of it as a particular act, while the rest–eh, it’s for fun! Okay.
Now, you may says, “She’s only thirteen,” and yes, that’s true, she is. We’ve already seen, however, that Annie doesn’t appear to have issues with nudity–remember, she’s already discussed dancing around the bonfires with Kerry in front of other people, and told him she’s not that bothered that people will see her–and given this is a girl who’s been thinking about her wedding since like, oh, forever, it doesn’t come as a huge surprise that she’s quite nonchalant about sex. Annie’s a worldly girl and quite mature for her age, and to try and put her in the same light as other thirteen year old girls would be difficult.
Remember, when it came to actually just sleeping with Kerry in the same bed, she didn’t get all red in the face or jump up and down like she was at a Taylor Swift concert. She was like, “Kerry, make sure you put your clothes in that dresser.” Because sharing a bed with the one she loves is natural . . .
Let’s, for a moment, look at Deanna’s reaction as well. She’s not all shocked, though she is a bit surprised, which is understandable. Now, imagine if Annie were speaking with Kerry’s mother–ai, yi yi! Mama Malibey lost her shit over nocturnal emissions and Kerry having the sex talk with a doctor without her permission first, so how is she ever gonna handle Ms. Annie “Those Are Just Fun” Kirilova? I know exactly when that moment happens, and trust me, it’s gonna be good times all around.
But there is a whole quantum leap of understanding here. Deanna doesn’t get crazy on Annie: no, she falls into a frank discussion with the girl. She treats Annie like an adult, and that may have something to do with her being a coven leader and a counselor, or it could have something to do with maybe Deanna knowing exactly what Annie has done with her magic up to this point. Or . . . as they were getting ready to return to Europe after the end of the kid’s A Level, Deanna told Erywin Annie and Kerry were still virgins. As Erywin asked, how did she know? Probably don’t want to know . . .
But how’s that last for a cliffhanger? I’m such a bad girl . . .