Part 3 (2/2)
He thinks a career in art will make me a gay loser. If I told him I wanted to be a dancer, it would erase any doubt in his mind that's exactly what I am.
As For My Mom She mostly cares about wasted tuition. Art?
You might as well go to
public school. What's the point of spending
all this money to insure you have a quality
education only to have you
squander it on an indulgent flight of fancy?
Funny, considering indulgent flights of fancy bring in a good portion of her income as a plastic surgeon. Today, snow plummeting from the silver sky, Dr. Kane is working in her home office. I can hear her, purring to a patient on the phone. I understand and
your concerns are justified.
Like all cosmetic surgery, liposuction can
have side effects. But you are a perfect
candidate.... Mom will
talk that lady into letting her suck the fat
from the woman's gut, b.u.t.t, or thighs, a shortcut to perfection. d.a.m.n the bills. You'll be the finest woman standing in the bankruptcy line. Your plastic surgeon doesn't care, either.
She gets payment in full up front. Which helps pay for her ambitionless kid's unappreciated tuition. No cla.s.ses today, though. Today, even the snowplow drivers are staying inside; at least I haven't heard one go by. It's a good day to hang out at home. But I've got other plans and a stellar all-wheel-drive Audi Quattro.
Mom's still on the phone, convincing. I call out anyway, ”See you later.”
Her voice falls quiet, so I know she must have heard me. But she doesn't bother to say good-bye.
Cara
Don't Bother Me with promises. Vows are cheaply manufactured, come with no guarantees.
Don't bother to say you love me. The word is indefinable.
Joy to some, heartbreak to others, depending on circ.u.mstance. There is evidence that the emotion can make a person live longer, evidence it can kill you early.
I think it's akin to a deadly disease. Or at least some exotic fever. Catch it, and you'd better, quick, swallow some medication to use as a weapon against the fire ravaging body and soul.
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