It's Called Being Sassy

I Don't Wanna Choose

Mercedes is seriously stressed out. She had her dates with her perspective suitors (can Quinn be called a suitor?) and after all the buzz about her, Quinn and Mike, things are great.

She just doesn't know what to do. Who should she choose? She loves each of them but for different reasons.

She wishes she could call her sister but earlier this week, her mother told her that Marcy is becoming a full fledged nun. The seventeen year old was and still is shocked. Her devilish sister giving up her hedonistic ways?

Mercedes chews on her bottom lip. Surely she could still call Marcy every once in a while? Nuns still use the phone, don't they?

Rose said to leave Marcy to her holy work but isn't this crisis holy?

Mercedes is alone in the house so she goes downstairs but still sneaks into her parents' office. She flips on the light and begins going through files in cabinets, looking for the convent's information.

She never knew the phone number by heart but she knows her mother doesn't either. So that means that the number is written down somewhere.

She finds it in a filing cabinet near the back of the drawer. That's not ominous...

She scans the number and actively commits it to memory before replacing it in its exact spot then leaving the room. She goes upstairs and closes her door and locks it for privacy.

She swipes up her cell phone and dials the international number. It rings for a while before someone answers. She doesn't know Gaelic but she knows the women there speak her language.

"Hi. I'm not sure if this is okay but I'm looking for my sister."

"Yes, yes. Most are. Which one is she?" The voice on the other end sounds like a man but she knows it's a woman.

"Marceline Anne Taylor-Jones."

"Write down this number." The woman rattles off the digits then abruptly hangs up.

Rude! Mercedes looks at her phone with a frown before dialing the new number. When someone picks up, she says the same thing as before.

"She is your sister?" The woman's voice is soft and gentle, instantly putting Mercedes at ease.

"Yes." Mercedes nods even though the woman can't see her. "My younger sister. I really miss her and I love her."

The woman hesitates before she too rattles off a number. "You will find what you seek."

Mercedes thinks that's strange but at least this woman says goodbye. With a huff, she dials the new new number. It rings for quite a while.

She thinks it's a dead-end and is about to hang up when someone picks up. "Hello?"

"Hello?" Mercedes recognizes her sister's voice but is unsure of the connection.

"Hello."

"Marcy! It's me. Mercy."

It's quiet for a few seconds. "Why did you call me? How'd you get this number?"

"What?" Mercedes is stunned. "I got it from a woman-"

"Fuck..."

Mercedes' eyes widen. "Aren't you inside the church?"

"No."

That's said queerly but Mercedes overlooks it. "How are you?"

"Why did you call me?"

"I miss you." Mercedes' voice goes softer.