70. Pillowcase

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"Julia?"

"Yes, Mom?" We were in my room -- currently a chaos of clothes, make up and and parts of my uniform.  I was stuffing candy into my pillowcase.

"You're not planning anything while you're in New York, are you?"

"Umm..."

"Is it anything illegal?"

"No."

"Nothing that will get you kicked out of the band?"

"I've been meaning to ask.  Would you be prepared to write a permission note for me?"

"For what?"

"A meet up with Uncle Jay?"

"And why haven't you brought this up sooner?" She asks, folding a t-shirt.

I couldn't tell her it was because things had only just come together.  I also knew the band moms would not release me into New York without familial supervision. "No reason."

AN: Yup, a few words over.





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