¿Puede la ondulación cambiar una marea?

part once

"Yeah, I know. I wonder what competition Juliana puts us in for next year."

"She hasn't told us anything yet." Simon's voice came out of her phone which was on her bed. Luna spun around her skate's wheel which she had been polishing. "but I am sure she has something off her sleeve."

"I mean we need to think of a new tactic," She responded. "We can't lose again. Maybe we could enter the pair competition again, but like, I wanna keep the team going."

"There is always the intercontinental again."

"Yeah," Luna nodded, "I'm sure Juliana has a plan. Actually, I've been thinking..."

"Thinking of what?"

"What if we formed like a junior team?"

"Junior?"

"Yeah, like where we'd have younger kids train." Luna explained, "I mean, they like skating too. We could teach them, and Juliana could direct us."

"Since when you have wanted to teach little kids to skate?" Simon asked.

"Why does that matter?" Luna scrunched her eyebrows. "I love kids."

"I know that, but you don't have siblings. Kids can be annoying." Simon continued, "You've never mentioned this before."

"Simon, I just came up with it." Luna laughed, "Do you think it's a bad idea?"

"No, no, no. It's not a bad idea. I just don't know—"

"Kids!!! Would you come here!!" A voice came from upstairs.

"Kids?" Simon questioned. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I guess Gastón isn't a kid anymore, but it's probably easier to say." Luna shrugged. "I should get going, see what they want—"

"No, I meant that they call you that?"

"I don't know what you mean." Luna asked, confused. "I am a kid."

"But not theirs..."

"I'm sorry Simon, but I really should go. I'll see you in Roller tomorrow." Luna hadn't listened to his last sentence before cutting the call.

She placed her skates on the floor, grabbed her phone and started walking up the cellar's stairs.

"Can we get that on the 15th?" Isla and Marco seemed to be lost in some sort of conversation when Luna walked through the kitchen door.

"I think so." Marco was holding a tablet. "I have that doctor's appointment on the tenth, so nothing is on the way—"

"What doctor's appointment?" Luna turned around to see Gastón walking down the last of the steps on the stairs. He looked straight toward his father and looked really alarmed. "You don't have a check-up anytime soon. Why are you going to the doctor?"

Now Luna was confused. What was there to be worried about?

"Eye-doctor." Marco placed his hand on Gastón's shoulder as he had rushed over. "I might need glasses."

"Oh," Gastón visibly relaxed. "I'm sorry. I thought..."

"You know I would tell you if there was something wrong."

"Yeah, I do know that." He nodded, "I just, Granddad was 45 when he died, right? You're 41..."

"And that also was the 90s. Treatment and diagnostic methods have all come a very long way. It doesn't matter if I get older."

Luna still had zero idea what this was about—

"Both of my parents had cancer." Luna looked up and saw that Marco was looking at her now. He probably had seen the pretty clear confusion in her face. "So the genetics factors are quite strong. That's why the oncologist keeps tabs on a few markers on me, me and my brother both. An early diagnosis is always a key for the most effective treatments. But everything is okay, has been this far, and will be. My doctors have not been worried in the slightest."