The Future Folks: Get to Meeting

Let’s get all the personal stuff out of the way first, shall we?

Yesterday, after doing my video, I headed out and bought some skating gear.  I managed to pick up everything except for elbow pads, because it didn’t have anything in my size.  But I will go back Wednesday to pick up a pair in my size.  That way, I’ll have all that gear but I do practice on Wednesday.


Then it was a trip out to Bethlehem, PA, for our game with Two Rivers Roller Derby.  Once again I was shooting video of the match and well before the bout began I picked up a neon green tank top with the team logo so I could feel more like one of the team.


We lost the bout by twenty points.  If things had broken differently in a couple of places there’s a good possibility would’ve won the bout: we started a player short and with only nine jams to go we lost another player when she fell and broke her wrist.  Yes, fractures do occur in the sport and I heard more than a couple of horror stories about injuries sustained by other players before returning to Harrisburg about ten-thirty last night.  Don’t worry, I’ll look out for myself.

Now, what about that novel?

Well I haven’t anything as of yet, I have laid out Chapter Fifteen.

Short and sweet, just like the last one.


Just like with Chapter Fourteen, Fifteen consist of three scenes.  Scenes one and three are unlikely to be very long, while senior to is going to contain most of the wordage of the chapter.  And as you can probably guess from the title, it’s not necessarily going to be a good scene. In fact, something rather shocking is going to happen at the end…

I’ve also determined the positions of all the race team’s each of the heats for the Samhain Round Robin Races.  It’s going to make for some interesting viewing, particularly for those parents who have decided to show up to watch the races.

And speaking of those parents who have arrived at Salem to be with their children and watch the races–hey, Annie!  How are your folks doing?  Yes, we finally get to see her parents standing in her old alma mater.  And wouldn’t you know it: Annie’s brought a friend–


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)


Annie and Kerry hurried down the west side first floor corridor, moving at a fast walk. Annie was eager to see her parents but she didn’t want to be seen running into the area as if she were too eager. Staying on first floor corridor she knew she’d be able to get a look into the Atrium before anyone there would see her.

As expected, she caught sight of her parents before emerging from the shadows of the West Corridor. Both were standing near the middle of the space facing each other. She understood their posture: since they were unaware of what direction she would come from, they position themselves in a way that would make it likely Annie would call out to them as she approached. She couldn’t fault her parents for their practicality, because in many ways she was exactly like them.

She turned to Kerry and took both his hands in hers. “You’re not nervous, are you?”

He glanced in the direction of her family. “Just a little, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Good.” Annie smoothed down a few stray strands of his hair. “They’re not here to judge you.”

He nodded slowly. “I know that; they’re just here to watch me race.”

“And they’re here to see me.” She gave his right hand a tug before letting it go. “Let’s not keep them waiting.”


Annie is excited and Kerry is nervous.  Both of these emotions are to be expected.  For all her possible daddy issues, Annie loves her parents and it is obvious she is loved in return.  Kerry’s position is a little different: he’s the outsider in this group, the kid dating their daughter.  We’ve already seen him receiving some appraisal from Victor, and Pavlina has probably formulated a few thoughts about her future son-in-law’s well, though like her daughter, she tends to keep her feelings concealed.

Nearly all the conversation in this next part is in Bulgarian.  Therefore, I’ve included the translations in parentheses.  I’m still not sure if and when these novels are ever published if I’ll actually include the same translations.  To me it’s sort of makes the whole thing a little bit more real if you don’t know what people are saying while they’re speaking in their native language.

So, is everyone in the Kirilovi Family happy to see each other?


Annie hurried down the corridor and on to the steps leading to the ground floor. She was halfway down when she yelled out her greeting. “Mama; Papa.” The moment she reached the floor she spread wide her arms. “Radvam se, che mozhe da uspeete. (I’m so glad you could make it.)”

Pavlina Kirilova turned towards her daughter. “Anelie.” She wrapped her arms around Annie the moment she was close enough. “Radvam se da vi vidya. (I’m so happy to see you.)” After several seconds of hugging Pavlina held Annie by the shoulders and examined her. “Moyat, ti si stanal taka. Izglezhdash nyakolko santimetra po visok, otkolkoto si napravil, kogato si trŭgna. (You look a few centimeters taller than you did when you left.)”

Victor Kirilova nodded approvingly. “Kakto mi kaza otdavna, tya veche ne e nasheto malko momichentse. (As she told me so long ago she’s no longer our little girl.)”

Annie gave him a slightly disapproving look. “Papa.”

Victor approached slowly and stood directly in front of Annie. “Iskam da kazha, che stanakhte krasiva mlada zhena, za koyato sme tolkova gordi. (What I mean to say is you’ve become a beautiful young woman of whom we are so proud.)”

Annie glanced down as she blushed. “Blagodarya ti, tatko. Tova oznachava mnogo za men. (Thank you, Papa. That mean so much to me.)”

Pavlina turned and gestured towards Annie’s silent companion. “Kerry, please: come join us.” As he grew closer Pavlina held out her arm and pulled him into the group by his left shoulder. “I hope you didn’t mind us speaking Bulgarian.”


As you can see everyone is excited to see everyone else.  And Annie’s parents do take pride in her, unlike certain sacks of shit who decided to fuck off to Australia for a Christmas holiday.  Pavlina and Victor would never consider doing that to their daughter.

And now that they’ve greeted her, it’s time to bring that fourth person into the group–


Kerry chuckled. “I hope you don’t mind I can’t speak Bulgarian save for a few phrases.”

“Although you are learning.” Annie beamed at her parents. “I’ve been tutoring him now and then on the language.”

A broad smile appeared on Victor’s face. “It won’t be long before your speaking like a native.”

“I think that’s off a ways in the future.” He hurried to turn the conversation away from him. “It’s nice seeing you both again. And I’m glad you could come; Annie’s been looking forward to this for most of the month.”

“Has she, now?” Pavlina smiled. “You wouldn’t know that from the conversations we’ve had.”

Annie raised her right eyebrow slowly. “It’s because I’ve learned how to keep my conversations dispassionate.”

“And if she had indicated how excited she would be to see us, then we wouldn’t have the pleasure of seeing her excitement now.” Victor turned towards Annie. “May I have a hug?”


If Annie’s learned how to keep her correspondence free of emotion, you can imagine she’s picked that up from her mother.  And the reality is that Pavlina is likely not all that surprised, because Annie is her mother’s daughter.

So where does this go from here?

I think it’s going to go down the hallway…