“You kids are sure you’re going to be alright?” Adelaide asked for what had to be the tenth time.

“Yes Mom, we’ll be fine!” Mireille groaned.

“I’ll keep an eye on them Mrs. C,” replied Lorie, brushing back a strand of hot pink hair from her face.

“Thank you Lorie, and how many times do I have to tell you to call me Adelaide?”

Lorie absolutely loved her boyfriend’s mother, but she wasn’t sure if she felt comfortable addressing the woman by her first name.  She was saved the embarrassment of having to do so when she was interrupted by Roger.

“Addie, we’ve got to go.  It’s going to be hell driving all the way to Bluewater in this snow, and I’ll be damned if I’m going pay for a cab!” he said hurridly.

“Okay, okay…” Addie replied, rolling her eyes.  Her husband had been invited, once again, to the Landgraab home, to discuss the delicate matters of business.  The man had promised to finance Roger’s production of the S.E.R.V.O., but so far, all he had done was schedule meetings and then cancel them.  Roger had faith that Landgraab would come through for him, but Adelaide was beginning to suspect that they were being given the run-around.  She tried to express her concerns to her husband, but he wouldn’t listen.  The metal man sleeping in the shed was his dream, and he would not entertain any ideas that concluded with that dream not being realized.  The whole situation had turned Roger into a tense and worried man, and it made Adelaide’s fangs itch.

“I’m going to go warm the car up… again,” Roger huffed as he headed out the door.  “Five minutes!” he shouted as he stepped out onto the porch.

Adelaide stuck her tongue out at his back, and Lorie laughed.

“Okay, so we’re going.  I’m leaving my cell on so if there’s any problem, you call me,” Addie told her son, Chance.

“Okay Mom,” he replied.

Adelaide took one last glance around the room before resigning herself to leaving.  She didn’t like leaving the children alone, and she was not looking forward to the quiet car trip to Bluewater Village.  Her mind raced with stall tactics.

“Oh!” she exclaimed suddenly, “Lorie!  Did Chance tell you the good news?”

“Good news?” Lorie asked.

Chance tried to wave at his mother to hush her up, but Adelaide was too focused.

“Yes!  Chance has been accepted to Académie Le Tour!  His academic advisor says that they are offering him several scholarships!”

Lorie tried to smile, but it was pained.

“Wow,” she nearly whispered.  “That’s… that’s awesome.”

Outside, the car horn began to honk.

“Okay, so I guess I’d better go.  Give me hug, I don’t know how long we’ll be gone.  If you’re still here when we get back, I’ll make Roger take you home,” Addie said to Lorie, reaching out to embrace the girl.

Lorie hugged the woman tightly and tried not to think about how she was hugging a dead person.

Chance watched his mother hug his girlfriend and tried to meet the woman’s eye, but she didn’t notice.

“Damn it Mom!” he thought.

Lorie and Chance watched from the window as Roger backed the car out of the driveway.  When the sedan was out of sight, they sat down on the couch in what was becoming an unbearable silence.

“When were you going to tell me?” Lorie finally asked.

“After Christmas break.  I didn’t want to ruin the holidays,” Chance sighed.

“Ah.”

Another few minutes passed and no one said a word.

“Are you very mad?”

Lorie took a deep breath before replying.

“No, I’m not mad.  Just… hurt.  I thought we had agreed.”

“I know – I mean, we did!  But they are offering me a nearly full ride.  My advisor wouldn’t let me turn them down – and when I tried to hand her my application to the community college she refused to take it!”

“But,” Lorie began, “you know I can’t afford to go away to college.  And my grades aren’t nearly as high as yours… no one’s going to be offering me any scholarships.”

“Do you want me to say no?  Because I can.  Mom will kill me, but I’d do it if you asked,” offered Chance.

“No, no… of course not.  That’s not what I want at all.  You’re so smart Chance – you deserve the opportunity to make something of yourself. And you won’t be able to do that if you don’t accept the university’s offer.”

“Lorie…” Chance moaned in agony.

The young man’s shoulders sagged and his now heavy head dropped into his hands.

“What’s going to become of us?”

“I don’t know, Chance,” Lorie answered.  A strange calm came over her.  She always thought that telling Chance her dreadful secret would be the hardest thing she would ever have to do – and somehow that made what she was about to do not so hard.  In fact, it saved her from having to confess to him the truth about herself.

“I guess we’ll have to break up,” she finally said.

Chance didn’t look up.

***

Meanwhile downstairs, Mireille had pulled her chair close to the blue tinted monitor and cracked her knuckles before quickly tapping in her login information.

She resisted the urge to check her email immediately – after all, there would probably be nothing there.  She continued to think of the young man, Toby, but she had nearly given up hope of ever hearing from him again.  She decided to save the disappointment of an empty inbox for last, and instead checked the latest sports scores, then did a little browsing at one of her favorite online shops, followed by the brief perusal of a couple of health and exercise blogs she had recently bookmarked.

Finally, when she felt that she had avoided it long enough, she clicked the icon that led her to email inbox.

But this time was different.

“OH. MY. GOD!” she exclaimed loud enough that the young couple upstairs were jolted from their misery.

Toby had emailed her!

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