Jess -- Plan B, pt. 1 by pseud Page 2 Print This Page Previous page | 1 | 2 | Next page

I'm comfortable with him. And he's really, really cute. "So, when do I meet him?" When he met my mom, Luis was so terrified that I thought he'd pass out before he made it through dinner. The last thing I wanted to do was throw him into an audience with Aunt Alice. Or what's worse, Aunt Shane, Aunt Dana, and Aunt Lara might come along. That'd be asking a bit much of the boy. He'd only asked me to go steady last week. "We'll see." Hopefully that will keep her satisfied. "Is he going to New York?" Sometimes that reporter stuff kicks in with Aunt Alice, and I have to remember that one reason she's good at finding out info is that she asks questions for a living. She must have seen the blush rising on my cheeks or something. Even with my coloring, I still tend to get a pretty fierce blush going. I think I definitely get that from my mom. Again, it's part of the thing that makes her so bad at poker. It's not that I don't look like my mom. I do, in some ways. Like my eyes and nose, those look a lot like hers. But people dont always see that about us, because our skin and hair coloring are so different. Mom keeps up the blonde thing, although I know there's a lot of help from a bottle to keep it from going gray. Her skin remains pale, with a bit of freckling from the sun. Me, I'm quite a bit darker, with dark curly hair that I'm currently wearing short. If this tousling thing keeps up, though, maybe I'll go for dreds or something. I tried asking her once or twice, why she picked a donor that was African American. It became one of those things we don't talk about. Mom's got a few of those. Most of them seem to be tied to a woman whose picture I found in a box once; a woman who kind of looked like me. It's not my fault that mom made it tough to find where she had the Christmas presents stashed. But I found the box, and I knew that I'd found something really secret. But I asked her about it, anways. Like I said, when I was a kid, I was kind of stupid. This woman, mom had a lot of pictures of her, and of the two of them. I think she's the one I heard Aunt Alice, Aunt Shane, and the others whispering about, late, when they thought I was asleep. I searched for the box again, recently, but mom must have moved it. It didn't really matter. Over the years, with the listening, I'd been able to gather a bunch of facts. Fact, the woman was once someone important to my mom. That was easy enough to figure out. Fact two, I heard that she was living in New York. Fact three, and the most important. As of a few weeks ago, I finally heard her name. Bette Porter. I looked her up on the internet, and I was right. It's the same woman. The one who kind of looks like me. Now, all I need to do is have my mom let me go to NY, and maybe I can figure out the rest of this. (tbc?)

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