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The Answer to the Magical Questions

Here I am, down to the coffee shop on Labor Day getting a bad buzz on and finishing up the penultimate scene of Chapter Two.  And let me tell you, it’s been a struggle.

Sure, here it looks easy...

Sure, here it looks easy…

I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m having a hell of a time typing this morning.  There are times when I want to say it’s the nails, but a lot of it is this keyboard, which I’m still getting used to working with.  And that’s due in part to not being a good typist.  I used to be good, but my skills aren’t what they once were and it shows.  And it’s not because I don’t type, it’s just that–I’m not sure.  I think my brain doesn’t work as well as it did at one time.

Or maybe I’m being really good at getting down on myself of late.

Anyway, yesterday we learned about Penny’s life at home and how she was more or less saved by her big sister–though “saved” isn’t so much the right word as “noticed”.  That’s a huge different when it comes to getting the parents talk about you and your craft, and it’s something Kerry doesn’t have.

He does, however, have one really important question:

 

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

 

Kerry felt a slight pang of envy over Penny’s revelation, for what happened to her wasn’t far from what he desired in the relationship with his parents. “Why do our parents get so freaked out with us? I mean, I can understand some of the parents who are like deep in their religion and start thinking their kid is like the spawn of a demon or something, but like with mine they’re not religious at all. My mom was raised Catholic and my day Protestant, but neither of them have been to church much since before we moved to Wales.”

“Mine are the same way: mum and dad are both Protestant, but they go to church maybe once every two or three months.”

“Then why do they freak out when we tell them we’re witches?”

Once more Penny grew quiet for a few seconds as she put her thoughts into place. “Alex and I talked about this a little during the last level; she had some of the same problems I had, and while they cleared up it still bothered her.

“See, when our parents got out of school they started looking at what was ahead. They had to think about work and getting married and having kids and that whole lot. I mean, we’ll have to do the same, but their understanding of the world then was a lot different than ours and they came to believe that things would always be a certain way. You know: they’d get a house, they’d pay their bills, they’d have kids—and those kids would grow up a certain way.

“Parents still freak out a bit when their kids tell them they’re gay or lesbian or trans, but it’s not as bad as it used to be ‘cause the LGBT stuff is more accepted these days. It’s become part of what they’d call reality: it’s known it can happen.

“But witches? Nope. That’s some serious Harry Potter shite and nothing but fantasy—or at least that’s what our parents were always led to believe. Then along we come and prove to them that it isn’t all rubbish, and that gets them to thinking: if witches and magic ain’t all tosh, what else do they think is true that they were told isn’t?” She shook her head in a dismissive way. “I think it’s really that simple: we rock their idea of the way the world is supposed to be and because it’s so close to them, it spins them right the fuck out.”

 

Besides the fact that Penny does drop an f-bomb–she is fourteen, so that happens now and then–she hits on a valid point:  witch kids of Normal parents aren’t supposed to be possible, and yet they exist.  She thinks it’s why they freak out so much since witches are nothing more than fantasy–but if fantasy truly is real, then what else is real hat isn’t supposed to be real?  Spirits?  Real.  Monsters?  Real.  Bad wizards?  Real.  World controlling organizations?  Real.  Dragons?  Not real–or are they?

With this scene out of the way it’s time to move on to the last meeting of this chapter:  Alex and Annie in Kiev.  And can you guess where they are meeting in the city?

Maybe you can–if you’re not chicken…

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