The last couple of years on this day, which is Coming Out Day, I had video cued up and ready to go. Guess what? No such luck this time. I could have done one yesterday and had it ready to go today, but it didn’t take me long to figure out that I didn’t have much to say this time around. Maybe I’ll have something by this weekend, but at the moment I’m at a loss for words.
Well, not where it comes to writing. I stopped the day just short of one thousand words, which is a pretty good total for me. And now that I have the kids in London, on their own, they can eat and do whatever else they like–
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
Though they could eat anywhere in London, they both agreed that having lunch at this Russel Square sandwich shop brought them back to the time of their first solo excursion together. They ordered their lunch and drinks and took their time eating and talking while watching people pass by their window table. It gave them both to snap photos of each other with their phones which Kerry then downloaded to his tablet that he carried around in his backpack. He even asked a customer if she would be nice enough to take their photo together, and the woman did so using Annie’s phone.
After lunch they took the Underground to the Victoria Embankment Gardens. Neither had ever visited their when in London and they felt today was a good day for some afternoon time in the park. They exited the Embankment Station and took their time wandering the garden, walking over to the water gate and examining a couple of statues before finding a shady bench across from the Embankment Cafe.
The Victoria Embankment Gardens extend for a ways alone the north bank of the River Thames and like a famous park in Chicago, it’s pretty much all landfill. The water gate mentioned in the preceding paragraph? That was one of the accesses to the Thames, as it sat on the then banks of the river.
On a clear, somewhat cool day–15 C is about 60 F for us non-Celsius people–this is a nice place to come and sit and get away from the city proper. And that’s what they do: they come here to sit and talk:
And what are they going to talk about? Well, Annie has something in mind…
Annie had considered asking Kerry if he wanted to grab a cool drink at the cafe, but the moment they were seated she saw that he would likely prefer the semi-privacy of their current location—and given some of the conversation they shared since the restaurant there were several things on her mind which she began sharing the movement they sat. “I can’t believe your parents are calling you a magic user.” She crossed her legs. “What’s wrong with witch? It’s what you are.”
“I know, but—” He sat back and sighed. “This all comes from my mom being a control freak. She’s uncomfortable with me being a witch—”
Annie turned up her nose. “Which I do not understand.”
“—and so she’s decided that rather call me what I am, she’ll call me what she likes.” He crossed his arms over his stomach. “It’s the way she is.”
“And your father won’t say anything?”
“Nah. He’s lost too many fights to her, so when he gets home from work all he wants to do is relax. He’ll just nod the moment she starts going off on stuff.”
Annie reached over the wooden armrest separating them and took his left hand. “They didn’t even have anything to say when they saw you’ve learned how to correct your vision?”
Kerry snorted just under his breath. “Dad said it seemed strange that I would do magic to change my eyesight; mom said I should go back to wearing glasses because Harry Potter wears them.”
“You’re kidding.” Annie turned withering side glare upon her soul mate which he knew wasn’t for him. “You did tell her he doesn’t exist?”
He chuckled. “That was the first thing I told her. She didn’t care for that.”
“Too bad.” She turned her head so he could see her full face. “You’ve done marvelously, my love: I love you without your glasses.” It was her turn to snort. “Your mother is an idiot.”
“Yeah, well…” He gave Annie’s hand a squeeze. “Welcome to my life. The whole freakin’ summer’s been this way. First it’s don’t say anything to me, and right before I head back to school they decide they’re gonna let me know they find my entire situation unusual.” He leaned over and rested his head against Annie’s. “At least they know the truth about you, Darling.”
“Your mother is an idiot.” Way to start building that bridge toward the woman who’ll be your future mother-in-law, Annie! Can’t wait for the first time she calls Annie a “magic user” or just shades the “witch” a little too hard–yeah, future family gatherings are gonna be so much fun.
If I don’t get too burned out at the phone bank tonight we’ll learn a little more tomorrow. We’re lucky we got this–