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minutes, flatware clicking against china.
Lina and Ken traded surreptitious glances while Sylvia focused on her plate. “More water, Lina?” Ken asked, standing up to fill her glass from a pitcher. He gave her a little wink. She took this as a signal.
I've softened her up.
Yo u take it from here.
“It's so interesting to hear you two talk about your college days,” Lina said. “Do you know what I've learned from this? I've learned that a person with strong character, a good family, raised with the right values, can withstand almost any temptation or corruption. Just look at what you both went through at college—the decadence! And see how well you turned out? Moral, upstanding citizens. And you raised me to be that way, too. It will take more than a wild frat party to change that.”
She was afraid to peek at Sylvia's face—did that snow her? But she couldn't resist. Sylvia didn't look up. She chewed on a bean. She took a sip of water. She kept her eyes focused on the gleaming wooden table.
Aha,
Lina thought.
She doesn't want to look up at us because she knows once she does it's all over.
Sylvia swallowed. She looked up. First at Ken, then Lina.
“I still think you're too young,” she said.
“It's only a weekend, Sylvia,” Ken said. “Piper Anderson will look out for them.”
“That's what I'm afraid of,” Sylvia said. She turned to Lina. “If I let you go, will you leave you cell phone on
the entire time
so we can check on you at any moment, day or night?”
“Yes! I promise,” Lina said.
“Do you know what will happen if your cell phone rings and you don't answer it?”
“Grounded for eternity?” Lina guessed.
“Correct. And do you know what will happen if we call you and you answer in a compromising position or some state of intoxication?”
“Death by scolding?”
“Or worse.” Sylvia paused, just for dramatic effect. She had once run with the theater crowd, after all.
“All right. You may go.”
linaonme: guess what? I can go to stanford!
hollygolitely: sylvia actually said yes?
linaonme: 10-4. And wait till you hear what she used to do in college. I'll tell u tomorrow at school.
mad4u: so it's all settled? We're all going now?
hollygolitely: all settled.
mad4u: yay!
linaonme: this is going to be so much fun! The crazy college weekend is on!
11
Jane Starts Talking
To: mad4u
From: your daily horoscope
HERE IS TODAY'S HOROSCOPE: VIRGO: You got yourself into this mess. What are you looking at me for?
----
El Diario
To my dear loyal readers,
Never
act in a play written by your own mother. In fact, if your mother expresses any interest in
writing
a play, do everything you can to stop her. And if she manages to get some words on paper, destroy them!
“Someday, little Mariah, you're going to grow up and marry a farmer just like your Papa.” A woman named Kendall, who played Mama in
Touched,
was reading from the script. The whole cast was assembled for a read-through of the play. Mads thought Kendall didn't look much like anyone's Mama, with her spiky crimson hair and clanky jewelry, but she figured costumes and makeup would take care of that.
“No, Mama,” Audrey read. “Papa is a good man. But I won't spend my life toiling in the soil. I want to be FREE AS A BUTTERFLY!” Audrey's voice rose to a screech and she flung her arm in the air.
“All right, Audrey, good,” Charles Huang, the director, said. “But you don't have to scream at the end of the line. Just say it like you normally would. Try it again.”
“The problem is nobody normal would say a line like that.” Damien Chopra, who played Buck, Mariah's first love, leaned close to Jane and whispered those words. Mads, who was sitting on Jane's other side, overheard them. She couldn't agree more.
Jane glanced at Mads as if worried they'd offended her. The woman who wrote those words was Mads' mother, after all. They probably assumed she thought the play was great. Mads would have to set them straight as
Lina and Ken traded surreptitious glances while Sylvia focused on her plate. “More water, Lina?” Ken asked, standing up to fill her glass from a pitcher. He gave her a little wink. She took this as a signal.
I've softened her up.
Yo u take it from here.
“It's so interesting to hear you two talk about your college days,” Lina said. “Do you know what I've learned from this? I've learned that a person with strong character, a good family, raised with the right values, can withstand almost any temptation or corruption. Just look at what you both went through at college—the decadence! And see how well you turned out? Moral, upstanding citizens. And you raised me to be that way, too. It will take more than a wild frat party to change that.”
She was afraid to peek at Sylvia's face—did that snow her? But she couldn't resist. Sylvia didn't look up. She chewed on a bean. She took a sip of water. She kept her eyes focused on the gleaming wooden table.
Aha,
Lina thought.
She doesn't want to look up at us because she knows once she does it's all over.
Sylvia swallowed. She looked up. First at Ken, then Lina.
“I still think you're too young,” she said.
“It's only a weekend, Sylvia,” Ken said. “Piper Anderson will look out for them.”
“That's what I'm afraid of,” Sylvia said. She turned to Lina. “If I let you go, will you leave you cell phone on
the entire time
so we can check on you at any moment, day or night?”
“Yes! I promise,” Lina said.
“Do you know what will happen if your cell phone rings and you don't answer it?”
“Grounded for eternity?” Lina guessed.
“Correct. And do you know what will happen if we call you and you answer in a compromising position or some state of intoxication?”
“Death by scolding?”
“Or worse.” Sylvia paused, just for dramatic effect. She had once run with the theater crowd, after all.
“All right. You may go.”
linaonme: guess what? I can go to stanford!
hollygolitely: sylvia actually said yes?
linaonme: 10-4. And wait till you hear what she used to do in college. I'll tell u tomorrow at school.
mad4u: so it's all settled? We're all going now?
hollygolitely: all settled.
mad4u: yay!
linaonme: this is going to be so much fun! The crazy college weekend is on!
11
Jane Starts Talking
To: mad4u
From: your daily horoscope
HERE IS TODAY'S HOROSCOPE: VIRGO: You got yourself into this mess. What are you looking at me for?
----
El Diario
To my dear loyal readers,
Never
act in a play written by your own mother. In fact, if your mother expresses any interest in
writing
a play, do everything you can to stop her. And if she manages to get some words on paper, destroy them!
“Someday, little Mariah, you're going to grow up and marry a farmer just like your Papa.” A woman named Kendall, who played Mama in
Touched,
was reading from the script. The whole cast was assembled for a read-through of the play. Mads thought Kendall didn't look much like anyone's Mama, with her spiky crimson hair and clanky jewelry, but she figured costumes and makeup would take care of that.
“No, Mama,” Audrey read. “Papa is a good man. But I won't spend my life toiling in the soil. I want to be FREE AS A BUTTERFLY!” Audrey's voice rose to a screech and she flung her arm in the air.
“All right, Audrey, good,” Charles Huang, the director, said. “But you don't have to scream at the end of the line. Just say it like you normally would. Try it again.”
“The problem is nobody normal would say a line like that.” Damien Chopra, who played Buck, Mariah's first love, leaned close to Jane and whispered those words. Mads, who was sitting on Jane's other side, overheard them. She couldn't agree more.
Jane glanced at Mads as if worried they'd offended her. The woman who wrote those words was Mads' mother, after all. They probably assumed she thought the play was great. Mads would have to set them straight as
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