(aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 2143 by Angharad Copyright © 2013 Angharad
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Simon phoned and asked how I was doing and just in passing–when I was I planning to come home.
“But I am home, I’m the mistress of Stanebury, remember?”
“Technically, yes.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I snapped back wondering if he’d done something I didn’t know about.
“I mean the mistress in actuality is Mrs Cuddy, she runs the place.”
“What about Mr Dunstan?”
“He’s like you, thinks he’s in charge, but in reality...”
“Mrs Cuddy is the boss.”
“Um–yes, sorry, Babes.”
“You realise this could cause me to relapse and I might be here another month.”
“You can’t, you have university to run.”
“They have professors to do that.”
“The one I know tends to do what you tell him.”
“Of course he does if he has any sense. Are you trying to show me some parallel here?”
“Meee?”
I wasn’t sure I liked Simon when he understood what was going on, he tended to say or do sensible things and that sometimes interfered with my plans. “Yes you, mister.”
“I was just calling to see how ma wifey is?”
“A little better each day, Danielle has been doing a sterling job helping to look after Lizzie, bathing her and bottle feeding her, taking her out in the pram and playing with her.”
“Tell her well done from me.”
“You can tell yourself,” I handed the phone to Danni and she chatted with her dad for a few minutes. She handed me back the handset and he’d rung off.
“He told me to be careful with the boys.”
“He’s your dad, it’s what they do.”
“I can hardly get pregnant, can I?”
“No, but there are other things that can happen.”
“You mean nasty diseases–they go on about those in school.”
“I was thinking more that if Richard discovers you’re not quite what it seems to say on the tin, he might want his money back and give you a beating in lieu of it.”
“Oh, you don’t think he would, do you?”
“Danni, I don’t know–you’re the one who was dancing with him, you’re the one who’s been kissing him. If you lead him on too far he might get upset.”
“I told him I don’t do sex.”
“Just make sure your body and your mouth say the same things.”
“What d’you mean?” She looked perplexed.
“Think about it, but if you’re saying no sex and kissing him passionately, he might think you’re undecided and try to get you to change your mind.”
“I don’t think so, he’s nice,” she blushed as she spoke tending to suggest she had some real feelings for the boy. If we’d been staying longer it might have worried me, but we’ll be home in a week at most.
“Just be careful.”
“I will.”
“So you’ve bathed Lizzie have you?”
“Yes, Mummy, and put on the outfit you told me to.”
“Good girl, so you’re taking her out are you?”
“Yes.”
“And meeting Richard?”
“I don’t know, he’s in school.”
“It’s his lunch time–be careful my girl.”
“I will, Mummy.” She pecked me on the cheek and went off with the baby in the pram.
I lay there fretting, Danni can be a bit of a worry at times. I tried to surround her with blue light but I didn’t really feel strong enough to think it would be very effective. “Goddess protect you,” I said to myself and felt the room go colder. Nothing else happened, so I added, “Thank you.” A few minutes later, the temperature returned to normal.
With nothing better to do, I sat and mused upon what had just happened. “I don’t believe in supernatural things because I feel they’re natural things we haven’t yet understood or explained. Having said that, I’ve experienced a number of things which seem to verge on what others would describe as supernatural including being told I was one of the Shekinah’s angels. If that was the case, how come I’m ill–I didn’t think angels got ill. Shows how much I know doesn’t it?
I tried reading my book–the one by TS Learner–I still chuckle at the author’s name but fell asleep, Danni waking me up when she brought Lizzie back for her feed. I took her and opened my top for her to suckle and nearly dropped her. Her nose was freezing against my warm breast.
As she suckled Danni took off her coat and the sat down so she could watch us. “I wish I could do that,” she sighed.
“If you did you’d have to wear a bra all the time and would likely have quite big breasts.”
“It would be worth it to be able to do that, it looks so–so amazing.”
“It’s the most natural thing in the world, an adult feeding a baby.”
“An adult woman,” she corrected, “an’ not all of those can do it.”
“No sadly they can’t, mind you not all of them want to do it.”
“I would if I were a proper girl.”
“You might feel differently if you were.”
“No I wouldn’t, I’d feel the same.”
This was the aspect of having teens that I didn’t like the insistence that they’re always right and that they tend to see things in black and white. I decided not to argue because she wouldn’t listen and it would only make things worse and I need her on board for the moment to help with the baby.
“Why don’t you ask Richard over for tea or dinner one night?”
“Could I–that would be ace, Mummy.” Then after a moment’s thought she added, “He won’t get the wrong idea will he, meeting my Mummy?”
“As I’m unlikely to end up as his mother in law, I doubt it, besides your father is the one whose job it is to frighten potential suitors.”
“Suitors–what’s that?”
“Don’t they teach you anything at that school?”
“Yeah, football and cricket.”
“Have you done no history or Shakespeare plays?”
“Yeah we read some of Twelfth Night.”
“Were there any suitors in that?”
“I dunno, I nearly fell asleep.”
Philistine. “Suitors are would be marriage partners.”
“Jeez–Mummy, I’m not marrying a boy.”
“Not yet you can’t, you’re too young but in a few years time you could.”
“I’m a boy too, remember?”
“Somewhere inside there it’s rumoured there’s a boy, why?”
“Well, boys don’t marry other boys, do they?”
“They will be able to soon.”
“Nah, you’re joking.”
“I’m not, sweetheart, this government in between destroying the economy and bashing badgers has introduced a same sex marriage bill.”
“What two boys can get married?”
“Or two girls.”
“Crikey.”
“Still want Richard to dinner?”
“You said I was too young.”
“Not for dinner, but you are for sex and marriage.”
“Duh.” She walked off shaking her head, “You’re nuts,” she said as she went through the door. I wondered what took her so long to work that out.
Comments
Nuts
Danni still has some and I can see challenges for Cathy if Danni decides that s/he doesn't want them as they will interfere with puberty.
S.
I wonder if Danny is thinking
I wonder if Danny is thinking about his being a girl as much as Cathy is. It sure seems like it, and Danni seems to be lots more comfortable with herself. I don't think Danni will reach a firm decision this trip though. And Cathy seems to be thinking more about Shekinah, and noticing things that are beyond her comprehension. I think Cathy is still a ways away though from yielding to Shekinah, but it is going to happen.
"With nothing better to do, I sat and mused upon what had just happened. “I don’t believe in supernatural things because I feel they’re natural things we haven’t yet understood or explained. Having said that, I’ve experienced a number of things which seem to verge on what others would describe as supernatural including being told I was one of the Shekinah’s angels.""
Don't let someone else talk you out of your dreams. How can we have dreams come true, if we have no dreams?
Katrina Gayle "Stormy" Storm
That sounded familiar -
Katrina,
I ran through my liveware memory chip to find it and recall it came from a Technicolor (R) Film called, I think, South Pacific, a Musical, with American sailors and this was sung by a Hawaian lady, " You gotta havvy dleams, cos if you no havvy dleams, how you gonna havvy dleams come tlue?"
I remember seeing this film as a kid in southern England during WW2. Us kids would hang about outside the cinema, and ask young couples to take us in if we gave them the ticket money, because a lot of the best films were A class, and unaccompanied kids were not allowed in. Once inside the couple went to the back row seats to kiss and cuddle, and we went down the front. Such films, in full colour, were a welcome contrast to the grey reality of Britain in the Blitz. The screen would often have a note slipped into the projector announcing an air-raid and suggesting people go to the shelter, but by now we were so accustomed to air-raids that most of us just ignored that.
Briar
Dreams
The last part (If you don't have.....true.) is indeed from South Pacific. It was said by Bloody Mary to her daughter when her daughter was at a low spot.
South Pacific toured a couple of years ago, and used the ORIGINAL script where appropriate words when referring to others (nigger, instead of Negro, for example). Fayetteville, Arkansas and the Walton Arts Center was fortunate enough to get the show booked, and it played here for 8 sold out performances. I saw it 4 times out of the 8, and saw something new at each performance.
I recommend anyone who has a chance to see this revival of one of Broadway's bet musicals, to do so.
Don't let someone else talk you out of your dreams. How can we have dreams come true, if we have no dreams?
Katrina Gayle "Stormy" Storm
There are...
There are a lot of powerful statements in "South Pacific". "Happy Talk" is just one of them. Another is "You've got to be Taught" and yet another "This Nearly was Mine"... Oscar Hammerstein II's words and Richard Rodgers music are very powerful here, and apply as much today as they did when they were first written. (IMO "You've got to be taught" is (or at least can be) one of the most powerful songs ever written about discrimination.)
Annette
Cathy sounds a bit delusional from the fever.
A week or so to get home? My, this is serious. Has the Goddess set her aside for a rest?
G
Things are...
Things are looking quite "murky"... For Danni in any rate. I know I had my share of problems... But, once I figured stuff out (and got through my head that I wasn't crazy) it was relatively "simple". I feel for those who are still working it out... And no matter how much support Danni has from parents/family, I somehow suspect there would be great challenges. The one "kid" I know who's poly gender (sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes other) has some issue, and had trouble working that out... Now, at least, "he's" happier. But, those around "her" have to try and guess what to call "him" based on attire, etc... on a fairly regular basis if we want to avoid using the wrong pronouns, etc.
Our society (& language) has a long way to go...
Annette
Perhaps we will "lose" gender?
I do not know what sort of sociological or evolutionary process is happening. Perhaps in a 100 or 200 years, if we yet live, there will be no difference between what males and females do, aside from women still bearing the babies.
It seems as if, at least in Western countries, the size difference between men and women is disappearing. I wonder where all this will go?
Gwendolyn
The time is
approaching when Danni will have to make some big decisions, School back in England is not going to wait forever and within the next few days Danni will need to sit down with her mother and discuss just where her future in education lies, Short term diversions with Richard whilst nice must not distract Danni from making the right decision... Whatever that might be !
Kirri