Since this post is about the truth, let talk about derby practice last night. I kinda sucked. Practice #6 and I couldn’t seem to do anything right. And I took a hell of a fall that hurt my left hip something good and had me bailing out at a few points because of pain.
Needless to say, my face pretty much told the story when practice was over.
I’ll write more on this Thursday.
Yesterday Kerry finally snarked at his mom that she was BSing him about their trip and even took it further by bringing up them skipping out on saying goodbye the day he left for school. And the back and forth is just what you’d expect:
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)
A touch of anger flashed in Louise’s voice. “We did not duck out on you when you left for school. Your father and I had to get to work—”
“And you were in such a hurry you couldn’t take a minute to say, ‘Bye, Kerry, have a good time at school’?” He shook his head. “That’s sketchy, Mom.”
For the first time Louise appeared rattled. “I told you, your father and I are getting away—”
“Oh, stop it.” Kerry stood up and leaned almost menacingly toward his computer, speaking in a near shout. “Why don’t you tell me the truth? Why don’t you tell me why you’re really going to Australia?”
This last line is seen in the trailer when Kerry’s in his room yelling at his computer–and now you know why. Which means there’s only one way for this to go–
Louise’s expression turned serious as she locked eyes with her son. “You want to know the truth.”
Kerry nodded. “All of it.”
“Then you’ll get it… Your father and I are still having issues with this whole thing of you being a witch—”
“You mean you’re having issues with me being a witch.”
“Be that as it may, it still doesn’t change any of the pertinent facts. You hid the truth from us—”
This was something Kerry was tired of hearing. “I had to hide it from you because I was told to hide it from you. I didn’t have a choice, Mom.”
Louise nearly spit out her words. “And what would’ve happened if you had told us? What’s the worst that could have happened?”
“Well, since we’re all about the truth…” A faint smile touched Kerry’s lips. “I would have probably been kicked out of all my advanced classes for my B Levels and put on probation for the year. And a Guardian team would showed up and altered your memories. That way, dad and you wouldn’t in any way remember I was a witch.”
The anger Louise had shown slowly faded away. “They—” She seemed unsure if she should ask the question. “They could do that?”
Kerry didn’t want to mention how he knew it was possible for the Guardians to alter memories: he felt having knowledge of the fact was enough. “Yeah, they can. They’d show up and do what they need to do to fix things and leave without you ever knowing they were there. They only do this when it’s absolutely necessary—like, for example, if your kid decided to tell you they were a witch before they were supposed to?”
So, Mommy and Daddy–though mostly Mother of the Year–are still having “issues” with Their Son, the Witch. It’s sort of funny that Kerry lets her know about how the Guardians might have adjusted their memories if he’d blabbed without saying how he knows this, which would probably make his mom shit her knickers just a little quicker if he did.
Needless to say this leads to another issue–
Rather than feel sympathetic Louise turn this information back against her son. “And this is the sort of organization with whom you’re associated? These people exist and you want us to trust you?”
Kerry sat on his bed as he rolled his eyes. “You can trust me, Mom.”
“You told me you know how to kill people.” Louise’s face was red with anger. “You want me to trust you knowing, by your own admission, what you can do?” Her scoff came out sounding like a loud snort. “You really expect us—expect me—to feel comfortable around you after telling me that?”
Kerry gave a half-hearted shrug. “Well… Have you died?”
There are times when Kerry shouldn’t be a little meme-quoting smart ass, and this was one of those times. ‘Cause you know this won’t go well…