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forehead, she had gotten the best possible mix of traits from both parents. So while she and I shared the same wide blue eyes, she’d also gotten the beautiful heart-shaped face with high cheekbones of my mom. It just wasn’t fair. Why did she have to be everything I was, but more? I just didn’t understand it.
“Kandace is getting married,” my mom suddenly said in a strained voice.
“What? To who?”
Kandace smiled a supermodel smile and flashed a huge diamond ring in my face. “His name is Duke. I met him at university.”
“Uhhh… okay.” This was sudden.
And this must be what my parents were upset about. Though outwardly I remained reticent, inside I was squealing with joy. Kandace, perfect supermodel genius Kandace, had gone and done something monumentally stupid! She made a mistake!
“We’re getting married in June,” she added matter-of-factly.
“Shouldn’t you wait until you’re graduated?” I asked.
“That’s what we’re trying to convince her to do,” my mom growled, staring at the ring. It was a rather large stone.
“Is that a real diamond?” I couldn’t help but ask. How could a college student afford such a big rock?
“Of course it is! Duke is a tenured professor, I think he could afford the real thing ,” Kandac e sniffed, withdrawing the hand now.
“Whoa, he’s a professor?”
“Yes, of course he is, ” Kandace replied , as if I should know better . Dating fellow students was beneath her. Mom and dad both stared meaningfully at me, waiting for me to have my own brand of blow-up, I suppose.
My mind was roiling with thoughts and emotions. Of course mom and dad hated this, they knew she was making a mistake. Kandace needed to consort with people her age, not creepy older men.
But that’s exactly what I was doing.
I wanted to scream. She was ruining my life without even realizing it . There was no way I could even be open about my own strange relationship because of this ridiculous debacle she was creating with her idiocy. She was going to marry the guy?
I sat in stunned silence as my parents turned their attention back to Kandace, and as they continued to try and convince her that she was making a huge mistake.
Maybe it was better this way. I leaned back in my chair and observed with a small smile. Maybe I could learn from her mistakes. For once, it would be Kandace getting the b r unt of mom and dad’s anger. For once, it was her doing the unintelligent thing. I took no small pleasure in that knowledge.
But after 15 minutes of berating and yelling, I found myself just wanting to get away from the situation. Kandace was crying now, and I felt like an intruder on what should have been a private conversation. But I was trapped.
So I did a very juvenile thing, and while my mom and dad were both turned to Kandace, I slid down in my seat, and then slunk out of it, and out of the kitchen. It was a tactic I’d learned from when I was young, mostly to get out of boring situations, but it worked well here, too.
I snuck up to my room and found Flicker on my bed, nestled in a pile of dirty clothes. I plucked him up and swept the clothing aside, and then bounced down on the bed. I petted Flicker’s long black fur idly as I pondered the strange situation.
It was a weird way to learn it, but apparently my parents didn’t approve of relationships with older men. I was so glad it was Kandace who made this particular fumble. Not only did I have valuable information, but I was certain she was looking a lot less perfect in my parents’ eyes now.
I heard raised voices as I glanced at the clock. It was 10 at night and they were still going at it with her. I very nearly felt sorry for her. Not quite, just nearly.
I must have drifted off at some point, because when I next blinked my eyes opened and checked the time, it was now 2 in the morning. The house was silent, and I was feeling exhausted.
“Kandace is getting married,” my mom suddenly said in a strained voice.
“What? To who?”
Kandace smiled a supermodel smile and flashed a huge diamond ring in my face. “His name is Duke. I met him at university.”
“Uhhh… okay.” This was sudden.
And this must be what my parents were upset about. Though outwardly I remained reticent, inside I was squealing with joy. Kandace, perfect supermodel genius Kandace, had gone and done something monumentally stupid! She made a mistake!
“We’re getting married in June,” she added matter-of-factly.
“Shouldn’t you wait until you’re graduated?” I asked.
“That’s what we’re trying to convince her to do,” my mom growled, staring at the ring. It was a rather large stone.
“Is that a real diamond?” I couldn’t help but ask. How could a college student afford such a big rock?
“Of course it is! Duke is a tenured professor, I think he could afford the real thing ,” Kandac e sniffed, withdrawing the hand now.
“Whoa, he’s a professor?”
“Yes, of course he is, ” Kandace replied , as if I should know better . Dating fellow students was beneath her. Mom and dad both stared meaningfully at me, waiting for me to have my own brand of blow-up, I suppose.
My mind was roiling with thoughts and emotions. Of course mom and dad hated this, they knew she was making a mistake. Kandace needed to consort with people her age, not creepy older men.
But that’s exactly what I was doing.
I wanted to scream. She was ruining my life without even realizing it . There was no way I could even be open about my own strange relationship because of this ridiculous debacle she was creating with her idiocy. She was going to marry the guy?
I sat in stunned silence as my parents turned their attention back to Kandace, and as they continued to try and convince her that she was making a huge mistake.
Maybe it was better this way. I leaned back in my chair and observed with a small smile. Maybe I could learn from her mistakes. For once, it would be Kandace getting the b r unt of mom and dad’s anger. For once, it was her doing the unintelligent thing. I took no small pleasure in that knowledge.
But after 15 minutes of berating and yelling, I found myself just wanting to get away from the situation. Kandace was crying now, and I felt like an intruder on what should have been a private conversation. But I was trapped.
So I did a very juvenile thing, and while my mom and dad were both turned to Kandace, I slid down in my seat, and then slunk out of it, and out of the kitchen. It was a tactic I’d learned from when I was young, mostly to get out of boring situations, but it worked well here, too.
I snuck up to my room and found Flicker on my bed, nestled in a pile of dirty clothes. I plucked him up and swept the clothing aside, and then bounced down on the bed. I petted Flicker’s long black fur idly as I pondered the strange situation.
It was a weird way to learn it, but apparently my parents didn’t approve of relationships with older men. I was so glad it was Kandace who made this particular fumble. Not only did I have valuable information, but I was certain she was looking a lot less perfect in my parents’ eyes now.
I heard raised voices as I glanced at the clock. It was 10 at night and they were still going at it with her. I very nearly felt sorry for her. Not quite, just nearly.
I must have drifted off at some point, because when I next blinked my eyes opened and checked the time, it was now 2 in the morning. The house was silent, and I was feeling exhausted.
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