How goes it all this morning? I’m down to the coffee shop for, well, coffee and a bit of tea ’cause I can’t handle caffeine like I did once. After I finish up here I’m gonna grab a bite then head for the rink for a few hours of skating before going back to the apartment and working on a rules test. This derby thing is like writing: it doesn’t seem to end.
I didn’t get a chance to see The Shape of Water yesterday: when I arrived at our little art theater that’s showing the movie people were lined up outside the building waiting to get tickets, which is something I’ve never seen happen there. It looks as if I’m gonna head over there tomorrow afternoon to watch it, as nearly everyone will be at work and I’ll have most of the theater to myself. I’ve had a couple of people say they loved the movie and one friend who said she was extremely disappointed with the final product. Guess I’ll see how it comes out tomorrow.
Now, this writing…
Believe it or not I finished Chapter Twenty.
It only took exactly 600 words to get this scene in the word bank and put a “First Draft” on everything. Which means it’s on to Chapter Twenty-one and some crazy shit–yeah, you have to trust me on this one, ‘kay? But for now we’re gonna pick up where Annie and Kerry left off with their conversation–which… well, you’ll see.
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)
“Probably because she wanted us to have this moment.” He sighed as he glanced off into the woods to his right. “I’ve a pretty good feeling we won’t remember any of this conversation tomorrow.”
Annie had been prepared to say the same thing and felt that since Kerry had vocalized her feelings there wasn’t any reason to speak on that matter. There was one thing, however… “It makes you wonder if this has happened before?”
Kerry swung Annie’s and his arms as the History and Arts Building came into view. “I wouldn’t want to know if it has. And I’m guessing if it did, it happened for good reason.”
He pulled Annie to a stop and looked about as if he were seeking someone; when he did speak he didn’t seem to be addressing anyone in particular. “If you are doing this, I get it: you don’t want us to know we’re helping one of your sisters. Otherwise, we’re gonna spend the next twenty or so years obsessing about the meeting.” He turned to Annie, though he was still speaking to the unseen presence he was certain was watching them. “If possible, though—can you clue us in the next time you do this?” He laughed and did speak to Annie this time. “Or maybe she has, yeah?”
Annie took both his hands and gripped them as she smiled. “It’s possible. Let’s hope if it has happened, it was for good reason.” With that said, she pulled Kerry along into and through the History and Arts Building, Åsgårdsreia Tower, and to the North Entrance of the Great Hall.
Not only are they accepting of the idea that they’re likely not going to remember the current conversation they’re having, but their starting to believe they may not remember the one they’re having now come the morning. While I won’t say if Ol’ Phee has scrubbed their memory on past occasions, I did leave a slight clue in this last vision that indicates they may not remember everything that’s happened to them. Needless to say, this may not be the last time this comes up for questioning–
Now, let’s move on and see if there’s anything interesting happening in the Great Hall–oh, look!
They walked into the Rotunda and headed directly for the stairs on their right leading to the First Floor and the Library, where they’d decided to spend some time on research before dinner. They were about to enter the Library when Annie stopped, her eyes focused on the video message board above the door. “What’s that about?”
Kerry scanned the messages on the board. “You mean the recruitment night?”
“Yes.” She glanced his way. “What’s roller derby?”
He thought for a moment before answering. “Did you ever see Whip It?”
Annie gave her soul mate a semi-puzzled look. “Is that a movie?”
“I thought we might have seen it together.”
She shook her head. “I’d remember if we did.”
“Oh, yeah. Well…” He appeared slightly embarrassed as he scratched his head. “Roller derby is girls on skates going around a track, with one team competing against another. The idea is for each time to score while, at the same time, preventing the other team from scoring on them.”
Annie raised her brows as she tried to imagine Kerry’s description. “I’m not visualizing this.”
“It’d probably be easier to show you the movie.” He scanned the announcement. “The movie takes place on a banked track, but this says it’s for girl’s Junior league flat track.” He nodded a couple of times. “I’ve seen video of that: flat track games, I mean.”
“A couple of times.” He chuckled. “Usually when I’m up at night and I’m lookin’ through YouTube for something interesting.”
“Humm.” She took Kerry’s hand. “It’s next Thursday night.”
Kerry heard something in Annie’s voice he’d heard many times during the last two years. “You thinking about going?”
She waved open the Library door, pausing just long enough to turn to Kerry, a slight smile on her face. “I might. I mean, it could be interesting. And you know me.”
His head tilted slightly to the right as they entered the Library. “Oh, do I know you—”
And there you go: I’m bring Junior flat track derby to Salem–something I’ve already got worked out–and Annie seems… interested. Because why would I include this shit if she wasn’t going to be interested. I mean, I guess Kerry could play if he wanted–
But I don’t think he’s ready to make that switch.
Yeah, I know what I did there–