Welcome to the middle Friday of 2014. Wow, I feel like we should have a drumroll or something. 🙂 Anyway, I’m pleased to deliver the 26th segment of my fictional story, When Life Hands You Lymes, to you. Enjoy, folks!
Then I had to really think about that. Would it be a bad thing if I was adopted? I had some friends who were adopted and their thoughts varied. Some were thankful, others curious, and one kid I had known why back when had a grudge at the whole world because his birth parents hadn’t wanted to keep him. I used to think that was silly, but now when I considered the fact that maybe I was adopted, too, his reaction seemed a bit more realistic.
“You’re quiet, you know.” Julia rode up next to me when the trail widened. “Are you going through your head, trying to figure out if there was ever a time when you were late?”
And since I couldn’t really randomly blurt out that my love of music and sprinkling of freckles made me wonder if I’d been adopted, I just laughed and began chattering away to keep her from asking any more questions.
“Was I adopted?”
Mom stopped the sit ups she had been doing and pushed a stray bit of hair off her face. “Were you adopted?” She repeated the question as if she wasn’t sure if she’d heard correctly.
“Yeah. Like, where am I from originally?”
“Madalyn. You weren’t adopted.” Mom patted the floor next to her and I sat down and putting my legs out, then stretched until my fingers touched my toes. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
I wasn’t ready to share. “Just thought it would be a good idea to double check.”
I could tell Mom wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t push the issue. “And why would it have been a problem if you were adopted?”
“I guess it wouldn’t have been.”
“I guess you’re right.” Mom grinned at me. “You’d still be my youngest daughter who I love very much and who smells like horses.” Standing up, Mom offered me her hand. “I just had to take a quick break. I can’t sit at my desk for too long at once, you know.”
“You’re not working all day today, are you?” I pointed at the calendar on the wall. “It’s Saturday, you know.”
“You’re right.” Mom looked undecided for a minute, then pointed at my clothes, “How long would it take you to change?”
“I don’t know. Twenty minutes or a half an hour?” I needed to take a shower and wash all the dust and horse sweat off.
“Do you want to go out for ice cream with me then? We never did after your audition, you know.”
“Can we invite Katie to go with us?”
Mom gave me the thumbs up sign. “That’s a perfect idea! Girls day out.”
“Only she’s probably working, just like you.” I smiled.
“Good thing I’m her boss then and can demand that she leaves her office.” Mom got Katie’s name up on her phone.
“You know, I was reading today that it’s not good to focus so much on your work that you don’t take time to do recreational things like hanging out with your sister.” Reaching up from the back seat, I slid Katie’s laptop case off of the seat next to her.
“Look who’s talking.” Katie jabbed a finger at my music theory book and highlighters. “When’s the last time you’ve gone anywhere without that book?”
I feigned confusion. “This book?” I held it up. “Now I do wonder how it got in the car.”
“Ahem.” Katie raised her eyebrows at me and I was all of a sudden very grateful she wasn’t my boss. “I think it got into the car by being carried in your calloused, long-fingered hands.”
Mom grinned in the rearview mirror at us. “I love how you girls get along together so well.”
“If they hadn’t just heard our conversation someone might actually think you’re being serious.” I tucked my book and highlighters into the back of the seat, determined not to get them out again until we got home.
“I was being serious.” Mom braked for a traffic light.
“It’s just cause I’m so great at being an older sister.” Katie flipped down the visor and looked in the mirror as she put on some lip gloss.
Katie was being sarcastic, but I couldn’t think of a comment to come back with because after all, she was an amazing big sister to have. When I didn’t reply, Katie looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
“Right. Right, right, right. You’re the bestest biggest sister I ever didest have.”
“You could have left out the biggest part.” Katie flipped the mirror closed.
“I know, but it is true.” I laughed. Katie was very trim and fit, but seeing how she was my only ‘big’ sister…
“Ok, you two.” Mom pulled into our ice cream parlor. It was the same place we’d gone as kids when it was our birthday or school was out for the year. It was also where we went to celebrate big events, like me auditioning for the Ashburg Symphony.