Seashell Secrets XV

Sori soared into her apartment, flying past her Mom as she questioned and wondered. Sori went to her room and yanked the book on intellectual property law that had been sitting on the shelf gathering dust. She was going to help Gar and the band. She would help out with the contracts and make sure that they were protected. Lully’s dad said that he would manage them. He had asked her to assist. Incredibly, he even said that he would pay her at minimum wage. Sori was so excited; she would help her friends and keep up with her studies in a small way.

Sori thought about Big Marky. He was honest and faithful, but she had just committed to taking their relationship to a new level. Could it work? It wasn’t his weight. Well, maybe 10% of it was his weight. She wondered what it would be like to be in bed with him. He was kind of sweaty. Sori berated herself for being childish, and listened intently because she thought that there had been noise nearby.

“Sori,” said her mother from the door.

“Yeah, Ma, what’s up?” she called.

“I’d like to speak to you,” said her mother.

Sori got up from the desk and let her mother in the room. Flower perfume preceded her into the bedroom.

“Sori. What are you thinking?” asked her mother, crossing her arms like a judge.

“I was kind of thinking that I’d like an apple,” said Sori, smiling.

“Sori, don’t joke. I meant about school,” she said, walking past her daughter towards the bookshelf to stare at the rows of books. “You have your future laid down for you. Why are you tampering with that? Why?”

“Mom, I’ve told you. Staying here would be more financially wise for us. Besides, I don’t want to leave my friends. I don’t want to leave you,” she turned to face her mom’s back. Sori put her hands on her mom’s shoulders with a gentleness of falling flower petals.

“Yes, those are your reasons. Do you know what that looks like to people in your field? They will think that you are unstable,” she said.

“I am 17 years old. Isn’t it my turn? I mean, don’t I have years to become stable?” Sori laughed a little. “Oh mom, I know that you want what’s best for me, I just want to be here and make sure that you’re alright and that my friends are alright because after all is done, your family and friends are what’s really important.”

“Sori, you are being very naive. After 10 years, those friends of yours will have moved on and forgotten you exist. This is your life!” her mother made fists of her hands by her side. She stared at the books on law that she had gotten her daughter. There were hundreds of dollars in those pages. Her daughter was burning them. “You are supposed to go to law school. You have it all you are throwing it away. Do not do this!”

“No one is saying that I will not become a lawyer. I will just take the preliminary credits here and save money. Lully needs me,” Sori reasoned.

“Eulalia is a drunk!” spat her mother.

“Mother, you are being very spiteful because I am disagreeing with you. Please, do not take your frustrations out on my friend,” said Sori.

“Well, I hope that your friend can clothe you, shelter you and feed you,” said her mom.

“Do you mean that?” asked Sori calmly.

There was silence.

Big Marky played nintendo. He made sure that Vega was fighting strong. He kicked and fought, Vega dodged and sliced and…was killed. Fatality! Big Marky couldn’t sleep. He was so energized by the events of the party.

Gar’s band was on the way up. They were going to go all the way. They might go as far as Guns and Roses. What was different was they had a message. They were pacifists.

The phone rang. Big Marky noticed that it was a little past 1:00 a.m..

“Hi Marky,” her voice cried out like that of an angel. “How are you?”

“Are you all right? It’s past one,” he said.

“I know,” she said. Her voice hesitated. Sori seldom hesitated. “Big man, can I stay with you for a while?”

Marky looked at the absolute mess in his room. There were clothes, albums and all kinds of fast food containers all over the floor. He spotted a roach on the wall. He looked up the all seeing God, smirked and prayed.

“Sure. When?” he said, not believing what he had just uttered.

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