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The Aftermath Letter: How Do You *Really* Feel, Mr. and Mrs. Malibey?

Super crazy busy this morning, because I am like that.  Writing yesterday, writing today, and in about ninety minutes I’m heading out to do a voter registration drive sponsored by the Clinton Campaign, making me one of those people walking around with a clip board going, “Hi, are you registered to vote?”  I’ve had a couple of people warn me to be careful ’cause you never know if someone’s gonna start going off on me because, well, I’m not like some girls, but you know, it’s either walk the walk or stay home and binge Friends.  And  since I don’t like Friends

In the meantime I’m down to the Little Amps coffee shop.  I’ve had my cup of coffee while writing nearly six hundred and twenty words–

No, I wasn't writing here, just taking a picture.

No, I wasn’t writing here, just taking a picture.

And right now I’m enjoying something called a Chai Palmer–

Which is rather cool and refreshing.

Which is rather cool and refreshing.

Oh, yeah:  I also did a quick video talking about my day:

The personal stuff is out of the way, so let’s get to the important things–

Today I’m putting a little more that five hundred words out:  you’re actually getting close to seven hundred and fifty.  Why?  Because I would have needed to cut Kerry short in one segment and that didn’t make sense.  And this part of the story is where we really find out how his parents feel about his little coming out.

And you probably won’t be disappointed by their reaction–


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

Annie quickly skimmed over the information Berniece had already given her on the fact that going to any Foundation school was Kerry’s decision and his alone and went directly to his parent’s reaction:

—and they were pissed. Mom was actually screaming at me, and even when she’s at her maddest she rarely screams. Dad finally got up and told me to go to my room and I asked if I could at least eat before being banished to my room. That made my mom scream more and she said as far as she was concerned I could go hungry.
(Just so you know I didn’t go hungry. Ms. Rutherford bought me a sandwich before we left Berlin, and I wasn’t really in much of a mood to eat when I got home.)
I brought my backpack and luggage up to my room—I almost levitated the roll-on up the stairs since that would have set off Mom just that much more, but I decided that would seem a bit childish—got to my room, changed, and… well, I’m writing to you now. I also sealed the door just in case my folks decide they’re gonna bust in on me.
I ain’t gonna let them bother me. I knew my coming out wasn’t going to go well, but I didn’t expect Mom to meltdown and somehow start blaming me for—I don’t know. I can’t figure out why she thinks I’ve done something wrong. I didn’t think she’s be super happy to hear me say “I’m a witch,” but I didn’t think she was gonna lose her crap and start foaming at the mouth.
Ah, it’s my parents. I should know by now that they can act pretty weird when it comes to me. And now they have a whole new reason to be weird around me…


It’s not surprising that Kerry’s parents are acting like doucherockets:  Louise Malibey has been seen getting a bit more high-strung during B For Bewitching, and she only needed a little push to send in into Overbearing Bitch Mode.  And Kerry’s dad seems to follow his wife’s lead, so no reason not to think he’s gonna take her side.

And then something happens that a certain Chestnut Girl wasn’t expecting:


Annie excepted to find the letter delving off into a few final thoughts and statement of endearment and love. Instead Kerry’s hand writing ended about two-thirds of the way down the page and continued on the next page. She didn’t like this, for it meant something must have happened Sunday and he was going to tell her what happened.

She was saddened to find she was right.

It’s Sunday morning, and I just had the biggest fight with my parents ever.
I come down to breakfast and Mom and Dad are being real quiet, like they don’t want me to hear what they’re saying, or something. I ignored them because this is nothing new: they’ve done this to me before. Only… when I asked them if we were going to do anything today, if there were any plans, Mom gives me this sullen look and says “Your father and I have been talking—” and I knew it wasn’t going to be good.
Seems they stayed up late and talked about me the whole time. The end result of their talk was they didn’t want me returning to Salem this fall, and they were considering putting me back into the Cardiff school system, where—and this is what they said—I could get a “regular education.”
I didn’t say anything for about thirty seconds, just chewed on my sausage. When I finished I looked at Mom and told her no. She actually shook her head like she couldn’t believe what I’d said, and she even asked. I told her again: no, I’m not going back to school in Cardiff.
I could see she was trying to keep from blowing up, because in the past I’d usually say something like I don’t really want to go, or I don’t think I’d enjoy going—but this time I was like, no, I’m not going and left it at that.
She tells me again that they didn’t want me going back to Salem and I didn’t see any point it dancing around. I told them I was going back to Salem and reminded her that it wasn’t up to her—
That was when Dad stepped in to keep Mom from blowing up again. He says that if I wasn’t keen on going to school in Cardiff, they could probably find a nice private school for me, one that would offer—and these are his words that he felt needed repeating—”a good, proper education.”
I couldn’t help it: I looked at Dad and got all snide and asked him if they were going to teach me magic as well, or was I gonna have to learn that on my own?


If there’s one fault that can be laid at Kerry’s feet it’s that as he gets older, he becomes a bit of a smart ass at times.  This is also known as “Becoming a teenager” so it’s not entirely unexpected, particularly when his parents are pushing his buttons with their condescending attitude.  I mean, he’s faced down people trying to kill him and attacked Cthulhu while he was literally shitting his pants, so the idea that he’s just gonna sit there and listen his parents bullshit about what they think he should do is ludicrous.

There’s more to come in a scene that’s probably going to hit nearly five thousand words before it’s all over, but by now it should seem pretty obvious where this is headed–

And it’s probably not Funky Town.

13 thoughts on “The Aftermath Letter: How Do You *Really* Feel, Mr. and Mrs. Malibey?

  1. Well, well, our boy’s getting snarky now, isn’t he ?
    ” Dad, Mom, you didn’t read the fine print, did you ? It says it’s I and I alone who can decide whether I want to go or not. And it’s magically binding. There’s nothing you or a platoon of lawyers can do to rescind that… ( would Kerry use rescind, ha ha ) …. cancel then.

  2. It’s so heartwarming that your walking your talk. I went to Nevada once for Obama. California is a no brainer , it’s dark blue for the Dems, and so they decided we’d help the Nevada folks.

    It’s a relief Pennsylvania ‘s gone blue again. For a while there, we thought it was in play for Trump….. because NAFTA.

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