It’s usually at this point that I talk about what I wrote last night and how many words came out and stuff like that. Usually that’s true. Today–well, it’s sorta true, but not.
I did finish the 16th segment of my mermaid story and posted it on my blog last night. A Facebook friend’s daughter is reading the story and enjoying it a great deal, but she was surprised by something I said in last night’s scene.
See, I indicated that clam shell bras only happen in the movies and real mermaids swim around topless. When my friend’s daughter read this she said, “That means they sleep half-naked! And what about sharks? They need to protect their boobs, mom!” Because when you can be bitten in half by sharks, protecting your boobs with clam shells is important.
I do love, however, that she is so hooked on the story. Which was the idea. And while I’ll keep writing it through the rest of the month.
Now, back to our normal programming…
Phee is about to twist the knife in a little, but before she does she’s about to stick the knife in and twist the damn thing–
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)
While Kerry was unsure about how to answer The Phoenix’s question, Annie had no problems. “Kerry is unaware of the situation between my father and myself because I have not made him aware of the situation.” She kept her tone even and normal, but it was impossible not detect the edge in her voice. “It’s a private matter between my family and myself—”
“And that doesn’t involve the boy you’re going to marry?” The Phoenix looked down as she chuckled. “Oh, excuse me—” She stared at Annie with a mischievous grin on her face. “I forget: you’re already married. You’re just waiting to reach the Age of Emancipation so you can sign a paper, have a ceremony, and head down to your lake house so you can get busy making those little witches.” She looked toward Kerry as she arched an eyebrow. “At least then you can spend as much time as you like smooshing your genitals together so you both don’t have to go to your rooms and masturbate yourselves to sleep.”
“What—” Annie’s eyes grew wide with anger. “Do you spend all your time spying on us? How dare you.”
Yeah, about that… Do we really want to believe that The Phoenix is checking up on everything the people at Salem do? I mean, if she’s curious about humans–and it seems like she is–then she’s in the right place to see a cross-section of humanity in all it’s witchy possibilities, because it’s right there in front of you.
It’s not so much that Phee made the statement she made–it’s that Annie reacted by asking if they’re being spied upon. Which kinda means… well, you’ll figure that out in time.
In the meantime The Phoenix is giving zero shits–
“I do dare.” The Phoenix cocked her head slightly to the left as she approached Annie. “I dare all I like, because I can.” She stopped about ten meters from Annie hand stared down. “What the hell you going to do about what I just said, Annie? Challenge me? Call me out for a judgment match?” The spirit laughed. “I could kill you, bring you back to life, and kill you again before you ever had a chance to figure out what spell you were going to use—and we both know what you’d throw at me first, which means no mystery there. So you can be pissy toward me all you like, but if you think that’s somehow going to affect my mood—” She smirked as she shook her head. “Guess again.
“What I don’t have to guess at is the source of all your daddy issues.” The Phoenix stepped away, grinning. “I believe the word ‘Daddy’ is the key here. It’s bad enough that he, like your mother, walked away from sorcery because they were—how did he put it? ‘Intimidated by the power.’ Yeah—” She have closed her eyes as she nodded. “That was it exactly.
“And not long after that happened there was that period where they tried their damnedest to talk you out of your interest in sorcery, didn’t they? Particularly your father. He was so worried as little girl was going to screw up and do something bad—like say, burn down the house, or maybe kill yourself. And the more he said that, the more that need for you to have them say they were wrong and admit how good you are grew. Maybe that’s not what pushed you later, but at the start: oh man, you just had to show them.
If what Phee is saying is true–and given that she’s been inside the heads of both Annie and Kerry, so there’s no reason it’s not try–then it appears at one point the Family Kiralovi tried to talk their littlest witch out of playing with those Dark Energies. But, hey: she wanted to show her parents she wasn’t “intimidated by the power” and just went ahead and did that shit. Which means you gotta wonder what her folks would say if they knew she killed a couple of people. It’s probable they wouldn’t be happy.
And now a little more twisting over the whole broom thing–
“But what really drove the wedge between you and your father—”
Annie squared her shoulders. “That’s enough.”
“—Was him giving you that Espinoza 3500 and then not showing you how to use it.” The Phoenix leaned against one of the spectral support post of the pavilion and crossed her arms. “Oh, we both know he was busy: it was either a tire test, or he had a team meeting, or he had to meet with officials from either the FIA or The Foundation. No matter what it was, every time he said he was going to take you flying he let his little girl down. And you damn near died trying to prove to your father that she didn’t need his help.” She turned towards Kerry. “I take it you know about this?”
He nodded. “She told me one night.”
Kerry shrugged. “And nothing. It’s Annie’s business, not mine. Besides, I got enough crap to deal with without getting in between Annie and her father. It’s really for her to solve, not me.”
After a few moments of stunned silence The Phoenix turned back to Annie. “What do you say about that?”
Yeah, Annie: what do you say about Kerry passing the buck back to you?
Well, she’ll likely say something tomorrow.