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Authors: Ramona Lipson
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filling the air. My parents and Mrs. Kennedy smiled knowingly at each other, so far, so good.
Mom had the table decorated really elegantly. She had her best China out and the centrepiece was the golden brown turkey, cooked to perfection.
“This is lovely,” Mrs. Kennedy complimented.
“Thank you,” my mother answered shyly. She was acting really weird. I noticed how hard she was trying to create a good first impression. Mom NEVER USES her fine china. It was a dead giveaway.
Ryan and his mother sat on one side of the table and I sat facing him. My parents sat at opposite ends.
We quietly and politely passed the dishes around until everyone had a little bit of everything on their plates before discussions began.
Mrs. Kennedy addressed me first, “So dear, I hear from your mother that you had a bad fall a few weeks back?”
“Yes, I did, but I’m better now.”
“I’m so glad to hear it.”
“Are you dating anyone in school, dear?”
“No, she’s not,” dad answered firmly. I know why it mattered to my parents but why did it matter to Ryan’s mother? Why didn’t my parents ask if HE was dating anyone or was this an unspoken double standard I was sensing?
Ryan didn’t contribute to the conversation. He was apparently the strong, silent, observant type. The rest of the conversation was between our parents. I became an observant type too.
I learned that Ryan’s mother divorced her husband when he continued to complain about her obsession with Ryan’s skating. Ryan’s been coached by Mr. Hicks for seven years, and I’m his second partner. The first one chose to quit because she wasn’t able to handle the pressure of the competitions. She would fall apart during their performances causing Ryan to lose medal contention.
By the time they had dessert (mom gave me the evil eye when I went to reach for one) and aperitif’s it was nearing eleven. I managed to be excused shortly thereafter practically running up the stairs to start texting Tara.
When I looked at my phone for the first time in four hours there were messages from Adam waiting for me, but I was too excited to talk to Tara to bother checking them. They could wait until later when I could savour every word he wrote me:
Dalia: I met him!
Tara: What did U wear?
Dalia: My holy jeans & camisole with the black jacket my mother gave me.
Tara: Face and makeup?
Dalia: Picture, perfect!
Tara: What did he look like?
Dalia: A greek god’s body with intense dark chocolate brown eyes & wispy brown hair. He’s the > beautiful guy I’ve ever seen.
Tara: Fuck off!
Dalia: Serious!
Tara: Do U like him?
Dalia: No, I hate him.
Tara: Why?
Dalia: His club, his coach, double standard.
Tara: ?
Dalia: The first question from Mrs. Kennedy after asking about my injury was, ‘R U dating any1 Honey?’
Tara: Seriously?
Dalia: Yes, & do U think my parent’s asked HIM if HE was dating any1? N. O.
Tara: What did U say?
Dalia: What do U think I said? No, I don’t have time to date!
Tara: So R U going 2 break up with Adam?
Dalia: Why the hell should I? As far as I know, Ryan could B dating someone & nobody minds. Why shouldn’t I be afforded the same courtesy?
Tara: Amen 2 that sister, if U’r parent’s ask what we did tomorrow, what do U want me 2 say?
Dalia: Just say we hung out @ Sierra’s.
Tara: What R U & Adam doing?
Dalia: I don’t know, he wants 2 surprise me.
Tara: Well, Don’t get caught!
First Day of Training
I woke up before my alarm went off. The clock displayed 5:58 a.m. My first day of training on foreign ice, with a foreign coach, after a major injury. I couldn’t begin to describe the anxiety festering in me, I was definitely on edge (Pardon the pun!).
The house was quiet and the morning light was peaking through my blinds. I stretched out in my cozy warm bed before getting up to shower. I chose to use tepid water rather than hot, fearing my muscles would relax too much in the hot water. I knew I was
Mom had the table decorated really elegantly. She had her best China out and the centrepiece was the golden brown turkey, cooked to perfection.
“This is lovely,” Mrs. Kennedy complimented.
“Thank you,” my mother answered shyly. She was acting really weird. I noticed how hard she was trying to create a good first impression. Mom NEVER USES her fine china. It was a dead giveaway.
Ryan and his mother sat on one side of the table and I sat facing him. My parents sat at opposite ends.
We quietly and politely passed the dishes around until everyone had a little bit of everything on their plates before discussions began.
Mrs. Kennedy addressed me first, “So dear, I hear from your mother that you had a bad fall a few weeks back?”
“Yes, I did, but I’m better now.”
“I’m so glad to hear it.”
“Are you dating anyone in school, dear?”
“No, she’s not,” dad answered firmly. I know why it mattered to my parents but why did it matter to Ryan’s mother? Why didn’t my parents ask if HE was dating anyone or was this an unspoken double standard I was sensing?
Ryan didn’t contribute to the conversation. He was apparently the strong, silent, observant type. The rest of the conversation was between our parents. I became an observant type too.
I learned that Ryan’s mother divorced her husband when he continued to complain about her obsession with Ryan’s skating. Ryan’s been coached by Mr. Hicks for seven years, and I’m his second partner. The first one chose to quit because she wasn’t able to handle the pressure of the competitions. She would fall apart during their performances causing Ryan to lose medal contention.
By the time they had dessert (mom gave me the evil eye when I went to reach for one) and aperitif’s it was nearing eleven. I managed to be excused shortly thereafter practically running up the stairs to start texting Tara.
When I looked at my phone for the first time in four hours there were messages from Adam waiting for me, but I was too excited to talk to Tara to bother checking them. They could wait until later when I could savour every word he wrote me:
Dalia: I met him!
Tara: What did U wear?
Dalia: My holy jeans & camisole with the black jacket my mother gave me.
Tara: Face and makeup?
Dalia: Picture, perfect!
Tara: What did he look like?
Dalia: A greek god’s body with intense dark chocolate brown eyes & wispy brown hair. He’s the > beautiful guy I’ve ever seen.
Tara: Fuck off!
Dalia: Serious!
Tara: Do U like him?
Dalia: No, I hate him.
Tara: Why?
Dalia: His club, his coach, double standard.
Tara: ?
Dalia: The first question from Mrs. Kennedy after asking about my injury was, ‘R U dating any1 Honey?’
Tara: Seriously?
Dalia: Yes, & do U think my parent’s asked HIM if HE was dating any1? N. O.
Tara: What did U say?
Dalia: What do U think I said? No, I don’t have time to date!
Tara: So R U going 2 break up with Adam?
Dalia: Why the hell should I? As far as I know, Ryan could B dating someone & nobody minds. Why shouldn’t I be afforded the same courtesy?
Tara: Amen 2 that sister, if U’r parent’s ask what we did tomorrow, what do U want me 2 say?
Dalia: Just say we hung out @ Sierra’s.
Tara: What R U & Adam doing?
Dalia: I don’t know, he wants 2 surprise me.
Tara: Well, Don’t get caught!
First Day of Training
I woke up before my alarm went off. The clock displayed 5:58 a.m. My first day of training on foreign ice, with a foreign coach, after a major injury. I couldn’t begin to describe the anxiety festering in me, I was definitely on edge (Pardon the pun!).
The house was quiet and the morning light was peaking through my blinds. I stretched out in my cozy warm bed before getting up to shower. I chose to use tepid water rather than hot, fearing my muscles would relax too much in the hot water. I knew I was
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