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LilyRose 10th Aug 2016, 12:00 AM edit delete
LilyRose
Anathemata
Chapter Four

“You know, Luna; a person needs friends.” Luna likes to use a headset, so she doesn’t have to microwave her brain every time she talks on the phone. She’s leaning back on her bed, trying to smoke a joint while avoiding the tiny mike on its flexible arm.

“You’re my friend,” says Luna.

“I’m your sister,” says Rosalie, “I’d be your friend even if I hated your guts. That’s not what I mean.”

“I’m not very sociable, Ro,” says Luna. “I’m not a people person.”

“You can’t live your life as a hermit.”

“Watch me.”

“Will you come to Dad’s for Christmas?” Rosalie asks.

Rosalie went to live with Dad after their parents split. Ro and Anthony both; Luna was the only one who stayed with their mother. She was the only one who’d wanted to. Dad got remarried; it was the same old middle class scene in the ‘burbs. Ro and Anthony both wanted that. But Luna stayed with her mother, sharing the brownstone apartment in Brooklyn. Anthony was thirteen; Rosalie was twelve. Luna was nine.

“I don’t celebrate Christmas.” she says.

“Solstice, then; whatever. I don’t care what you call it. Or will you be hanging out with Mom’s old club?”

“Coven,” says Luna, “Mom’s coven. It’s not a club.”

“I know,” says Rosalie. “Are you spending the holiday with them?”

“No,” says Luna. “It’s just another day, Rosalie. I’ll probably just be right here.”

“Come to Dad’s. Just do it, okay? Spend some time with the family.”

“They’re not my family, Ro.”

Rosalie heaves a heavy sigh.

“Okay,” says Luna, feeling worn down and manipulated. “Okay, look; I’ll come, alright? I’ll make the drive out to the Island.”

Rosalie’s voice is rich with relief. “Matty and Suzanne will be happy; they hardly ever get to see their aunt. They really like you, you know.”

“Yeah, you’ll have to tell me what level of consumerism they’re at, so I know what to get them for Christmas.”

“I’ll send you an e-mail,” says Ro. “I’m glad you’re coming, Lu-lu. I’ve been worried about you, you know.”

“Don’t worry about me,” says Luna. “You’ve got enough to worry about. I’ll see you at Dad’s, ok?”

“Right. Christmas eve. Are you going to stay over?”

“No, I don’t think so.” The thought sends a tiny streak of panic through her nerves. “I’ll just come down, hang out, and drive home.”

“It’s a long drive, Luna,” says Ro, sounding concerned again. “What is it, four hours?”

“No, it’s not that long, I’ll be okay,” says Luna.

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