The Work of a Legacy

Chapter Ten

Dear Mr. Hank Ryan,

Attached is a letter to my daughter. Please give it to her. Thank you.

Dear Stelara,

Orabela found a contract that you signed at your house while she was searching for a missing earring. It says that you are apparently engaging in romantic acts with a female. This is not okay. Come home immediately. If you are lesbian, I swear I will pull my own plug. I didn't raise you like this. Come home.

From,
Mama

"You need to forget about it for the night. You can confront her in the morning."

I continue pacing. "Why would she do this? She knows it's an unfair advantage and that it's illegal."

"Come to bed, please."

"I can't possibly fall asleep now."

"Fine, then let's play a game to get your mind off of it."

I pause. "What kind of game?"

"Um... how about Never Have I Ever?"

"Fine." I slip under the covers and turn my body towards her. "You go first."

"Um... never have I ever lived outside of this country."

I raise my eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yep. You have nine, now."

"Never have I ever lived in a house."

She frowns. "Where do you live?"

"An apartment."

Nine for her. We're tied.

"Never have I ever worked five jobs."

I stick my tongue out. "Rude. Never have I ever seen a musical."

"What?!"

"I've never had the time."

"We have to go some time!" She smiles dreamily. "There's nothing better than a good show. Okay. Errr... never have I ever... had a cat."

"Neither have I."

"Really? You seem like a cat person."

"I hate cats," I shrug.

"So do I!" She laughs. "My neighbor's cats ruined the species for me. Evil twats."

"My sisters have a bunch of cats. They're all terrible nuisances. Never have I ever kissed someone romantically."

She frowns. "Aw. I'm sorry."

"Eight to seven."

"Ugh! I hate losing. Never have I ever had sisters."

"Eight eight, now," I glare. "Never have I ever... what's your job?"

"I'm not telling you!"