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A Broader Palette Chapter 3 -- A Dash of Sugar
By Becky ([email protected])
Emily was thankful for a few minutes of peace when the
phone office phone finally stopped ringing. She had papers
to file and letters to mail and just wasn't getting any of
that done with salesmen calling all day long trying to sell
her everything from new long distance to photocopiers.
In the midst of envelope stuffing, she spotted Stacy
walking past.
"Stacy!" she called out, startling the woman, who gave
Emily a quizzical look. "Do you have any plans for
tonight?"
"Actually, I'm having dinner with Ralph at Le Cirque."
"The Cirque?! But what about us? I thought we were going to
go out."
"Oh, Emmie... you KNOW I'd love to take you to the
movies... really... it's just... well... why don't you ask
your sister to take you. You'd be doing her a favor by
dragging her out of this office. She really needs to get
out more. Listen, I gotta go. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"That girl has issues no matter which way you look at it,
huh Emily?" Sarah called from her office.
"What was with her? She wasn't like that last night."
"Probably thinks you're a bit young for her. Frankly,"
Sarah added, looking over the top of her glasses at Emily,
"I'm inclined to agree. Six years is a big difference."
"What are you talking about?"
"She's six years older than you, Em. As cute as you may be,
you're just a baby to her. You're 21 years old again, and
as she said, my little sister." Emily started to say that
was impossible, but then thought better of it. "You didn't
think our mom was going to teach a 27-year-old woman how to
be a lady, did you? That would be silly! Come on, I'll take
you home."
"I can drive myself, thank you," Emily stated with an air
of self-importance as she flipped her hair out of her face.
"I AM still old enough to drive, aren't I?"
"Sure, so long as you can see over the steering wheel,
babe," Sarah teased. "I'd better go with you."
"Humph," Emily snorted, not waiting for Sarah to lock up.
***
"Where is my car?" Emily demanded. "I parked it right
here!" She looked like she was about to lose it. In her
black Lexus's reserved parking spot was a white BMW.
"I was going to tell you, but you looked like you needed to
see for yourself. With all the money you're spending on
college, you couldn't afford a car."
"College?! I've already been there... done that... and I
WANT my car."
"Emily, if you're so smart, you'll have no trouble breezing
through college and you can earn your car back in no time.
In the meantime, it's getting late, so can we go home? I'm
starving."
***
Twenty minutes later Sarah's Camry pulled up to a split-
level house in the suburbs.
"Okay, just follow my lead," Sarah instructed. "Everyone
thinks you're my 21-year-old sister, so be sure to call my
parents 'Mom and Dad.' Also, your three younger sisters are
Karen, the only one who's taller than us, Lizzie, and
Katie, the youngest. If you act out of character, they're
just going to think something's wrong with you and you'll
end up in a mental institution or something."
"Hi Mom! We're home!" Sarah called out as she opened the
door. Somewhere inside the house there was the sound of a
pan clanging as it hit the ground.
"Is that you, Sarah?" an unseen woman's voice asked. "My
goodness! I don't think you've been home before 6 since you
took that job. I'm glad to see you've finally come to your
senses, if not for your own sake then for Emmie's."
"Does EVERYone have to call me Emmie?" Emily grumbled under
her breath.
"Only those who think it's cute, EMMIE," Sarah replied
mischievously. "Let's go upstairs before dinner." Sarah led
her up a carpeted, oak bannistered staircase and down the
hall to a medium-sized bedroom. There were posters and
pictures on the walls, curtains on the windows and a bunk
bed in the corner. "This is our room."
"It's... cozy," Emily remarked. "Which bed's mine?"
"You're on the bottom, 'cause Mom always worried you'd fall
out of bed or something. You know, being the younger one
and all." She winked and gently jabbed her sister in the
ribs, then sighed as though they were in for a long first
night. "This half of the closet is mine, and the other half
is full of your stuff. If you see anything on my side you'd
like to borrow, just ask."
Emily surveyed the closet, noting that her side was
considerably messier than Sarah's. There were several pairs
of shoes and boots on the floor, along with a skirt or two,
shirts and dresses of various sizes looking worn to various
degrees, and on top of it all were shoeboxes upon shoeboxes
that Emily suspected contained anything and everything but
shoes.
"Check this out," Sarah said, pointing to the ceiling.
Emily looked up and saw nothing but white paint until the
lights went out. Hundreds of glow-in-the-dark stars dotted
the ceiling. "You and I did this back in sixth grade. You
should have seen dad's face when he saw we had covered the
room in stickers. Mom loved it though. See that formation
over in the corner?"
"Is that the Big Dipper?"
"Uh huh. You insisted that we save enough stars for that
and that we put it somewhere you could see from the lower
bunk." Emily could tell Sarah was smiling, even though the
lights were off -- and somehow, she seemed to remember the
story as Sarah told it to her.
"So, if I'm the same age you were... and I'm your little
sister, how old are you? Did you age yourself to 27?" Emily
asked.
"No, if I did that, Mom would have had me at age 13, and
that would be just plain wrong. She was young enough as it
was when she gave birth to twins on her 19th birthday, but
she says she's never regretted it. You're my little sister
by about 12 minutes."
"Then how come you have my job if I'm still in college?"
"Well, you know me," Sarah sighed, hanging up the jacket of
her power suit. "I never did like waiting my turn for
things. I just knew what I wanted in college and graduated
a year early to go get it."
"And what do I study?"
"Who knows?" Emily watched uncomfortably as Sarah took off
her skirt and swapped it for a pair of sweatpants, clearly
unconcerned that her former boss was watching. "Last week
it was astronomy or astrology -- I always get those two
confused -- the month before it was criminal justice." She
laughed good-naturedly, but turned around when her sister
didn't laugh with her.
"So the first thing I need to do is get some direction in
my life," Emily mused.
"DINNER'S READY," Mrs. Thomas called from downstairs.
"Nope," said Sarah. "The first thing you need to do is eat
dinner. Then you can worry about whatever you want."
***
The dinner table proved to be an excellent showcase for
Emily to learn about her new family.
Mrs. Angela Thomas was a short, portly woman with wavy
dirty-blonde hair, a rosy smile and a heart of gold. At
5'1", she was the only adult Emily had encountered whose
eye level was below hers. She spent most of the evening
fussing about the long days Sarah made her sister work.
Mr. Edward Thomas, on the other hand, was a tall, thin,
handsome man standing 5'11". His straight brown hair was
always neatly parted along the same line and he was
committed to his work at the ACLU, but nothing was more
important to him than his family.
"Well if Emily wants to get that new car, she has to work
for it," he said. "It's good to see her pursuing a goal
with some focus."
Karen was the family's social butterfly. At 5'5", she was
taller than her older sisters and was the only Thomas child
with golden blonde hair. The 17-year-old seemed a veritable
living Barbie doll, despite the fact that she was only of
average height at school. She was a good student and seemed
to participate in every sport in high school. If she wasn't
playing or cheering from the field, she was cheering in the
stands, and all the boys could be counted on to cheer to
see her C cup bust jiggle in time with her cheers.
Lizzie took every possible opportunity to point out that
she preferred "Elizabeth." Twelve years old and 4'10" (and
three-quarters of an inch, she would add) tall, her nose
was forever buried in a book or glued to a computer screen.
She was generally unconcerned with the state of her mousy
brown hair and intentionally picked a nerdy, thick black-
rimmed pair of glasses because "they tell the world I have
a brain." She was mortified when Lisa Loeb popularized the
look but refused to "compromise my principles" by allowing
her parents to replace them with a more flattering pair.
She shared a room with Karen for while, but the prom queen
hopeful complained that the incessant glow of Lizzie's
monitor or book light kept her up at night.
Katie was thrilled to see her older sister exiled from
Karen's room. By far the youngest in the Thomas clan, 7-
year-old, 4'0" Katie could find something to admire in each
family member, but she always felt closest to Lizzie. In
her younger days she had been caught toddling around the
house with Lizzie's glasses on her face or hammering away
at her keyboard. More recently, she tried to dye her dirty-
blonde hair brown with grape Kool Ade.
Emily was quiet throughout dinner but commented that the
meal was the best she could remember having in a long time,
despite Mrs. Thomas's assurances that it was only her usual
meat loaf.
Later that night, after their parents had stopped by to
kiss them good night, Sarah and Emily lay awake in bed.
"You have a great family," gushed Emily. "I never really
knew my parents. I lost them years ago." Sarah hung her
head upside down from the top bunk to smile at Emily.
"Welcome home, Sis."
***
Early the next morning a ray of sunlight crept in between
the curtains and danced across Emily's face, stirring her
from her slumber. She walked to the window and parted the
curtains with a sweep of her arm, flooding the room with a
blinding light.
"Em-MIE!" Sarah whined, visibly agitated as she rolled over
in bed and pulled a pillow over her head.
Emily looked out the window at the neighborhood. It was
still early enough that the street was quiet, but closer to
home a family of birds was wide awake in a nearby tree. The
mother was trying to get her young ones to eat a worm, but
they were so busy chirping away hysterically she couldn't
seem to get the food into their mouths.
Emily felt a hug from behind and some hair brush her ear as
her sister rested her chin on her shoulder.
"Big day today, Em," she said quietly. "Your first day of
college." Emily strained her neck to give Sarah a
questioning look. "That is to say, YOUR first day of
college as Emily. Emily's in the midst of her fourth year,
and pretty well established." She began to run her fingers
gingerly through Emily's hair. "Mom and Dad may be more
concerned with your academic performance than your
hairstyle, but Tim Wilson would surely notice if there was
a single hair out of place. And we can't have that!"
"Are you saying... I have a--"
"Devoted fan, admirer, whatever, who is practically your
boyfriend. He would be if he could just find the courage to
ask you out."
"I am NOT gay, Sarah," Emily said defiantly.
"Perfect, because he's a boy and you're a girl."
"That's not what I meant," Emily fumed. "I'm a lesbian."
"That's what you think. And why wouldn't you? Girls are
very outwardly attractive. Finding something to like about
a guy takes a little more effort. You have to dig a bit
deeper -- sometimes a lot deeper -- to see past the
bachelor facade."
As she finished her sentence, Sarah slipped a hand down the
front of Emily's pajama bottoms, causing her sister to
shudder. She pulled her hand back and turned Emily around
to look her in the eye.
"Did that excite you?" Sarah asked incredulously. Emily
nodded slowly, silently wondering whether she wanted her to
do it again. Sarah looked off into space, as though deep in
thought. "Hmm, I guess you ARE still attracted to girls.
We'll have to work on that, won't we. In the meantime, if
you're going to be attracting ANYone, you need to learn how
to fix your hair."
She took Emily's hand and started to pull her toward the
door, but Emily hesitated, so Sarah squeezed her sister's
butt and was promptly chased all the way to the bathroom.
***
"I wasn't finished in there yet," Emily heard Karen
complain through the door. Sarah silently mouthed the words
*IGNORE HER* to Emily with an evil grin. "Hello?" Karen
pounded on the door. "I wasn't finished putting on my
makeup."
The door opened just wide enough for Sarah to stick her
head through.
"We're busy," Sarah said, closing the door again.
"I can't go to school like this!" Karen yelled with the
intensity of one who has been sentenced to the electric
chair. The door opened again and Sarah's face appeared.
"Look, Miss Helen of Troy, I hardly think there's a guy at
school who's going to not cream himself over you just
because you're not wearing makeup." Then a wicked idea
popped into her head.
"Ask Emily, she'll tell you." Sarah threw the door open so
Emily could see Karen in her towel from her vantage point
on the toilet seat lid. "Doesn't she look fabulous, Emmie?"
Emily tried to speak but choked on the words. "There. See?
I think she just wet herself over the sight of you. Simply
FAH-bulous."
***
An hour later, Sarah was driving Emily to campus. She had
talked Emily into a pair of jeans and a sweater, knowing it
might be a while before the new girl was emotionally ready
for skirts.
"I feel like a dork," Emily pouted, wriggling her toes
inside her white canvas Keds sneakers. "Do people really
still wear these? I remember seeing them when I was in
kindergarten... which was probably before you were even
born."
"You look fine. You could be a little sexier, but I think
you're doing all right considering your comfort level."
Sarah glanced over at her sister. She was wearing a black
hairband that pulled her hair back from her scalp and
allowed it to fan out a bit in the back, just brushing her
shoulders. It was a kind of retro sixties style, but at
least it was a style, and one that Emily could manage
herself at that.
"About tonight, are you feeling up to coming to the party?
It's in an on-campus dorm, so I could just meet you there."
Emily didn't answer. "There will be a lot of cute girls
there. Maybe some lesbians..."
"Okay, all right," Emily huffed. Sarah smiled.
"This is going to be fun."
***
The day went by rather slowly for Emily. It seemed there
was always a guy staring at her boobs in every class, in
every quad she crossed... even in the library. She made a
mental note to wear sunglasses the next day to help her
avoid making eye contact -- and maybe a thicker sweater to
better hide her boobs.
When she got to the dining hall at 5 p.m., she realized she
had never been so happy to see Sarah's face.
"I don't know how you do it," Emily said.
"Do what? You mean this?" While still chewing her food,
Sarah pointed a finger at Emily's sweater and it rewove
itself into a halter-top. Taking another bite of her salad,
Sarah raised an eyebrow at Emily.
"No, the boob thing. How do you get through the day with
guys staring at your boobs all day?"
"I hate to break it to you, Em, but your boobs aren't all
that big. They were hardly visible under that sweater
too... that's why I'm lending you a halter for the party.
Are you sure you won't change your mind on the skirt? A
nice miniskirt would be quite flattering."
"No," Emily said firmly. "And I'd appreciate it if you
would stop doing that... at least for tonight."
"If you say so... but I think you enjoy it. You wanted to
wear that halter, but you were too embarrassed to ask for
it."
"They were staring at me," Emily whispered. "Every one of
them!"
"It just seems like everyone because you're not used to it.
It's probably not as bad as you think it is. Just look at
Karen... her boobs are much bigger than yours and she still
maintains her sanity."
"Yeah, but she pays for it in bathroom time." The two
snickered at their sister's expense as they finished their
dinner.
***
Sarah led Emily into an elevator and down the hall to a
room where a group of college students was clustered around
a TV set. The sounds of a rock concert could be heard up
and down the hall, apparently coming from the tiny Asian
chick on stage.
"Wow, who's that?" asked Emily.
"Amy Komori," a girl seated on the floor answered without
taking her eyes off the screen.
"She's amazing," Emily gushed, earning her a questioning
look from Sarah.
"Yeah, I know," said the girl. "I have ALL of her albums."
"So did you bring the beer?" asked a guy sitting on one of
the beds. Sarah smiled and hoisted a backpack off her
shoulder. She unzipped it to reveal over a dozen beer cans,
but Emily could have sworn it looked empty at dinner. This
time it was her turn to shoot at questioning look at her
sister, who simply shrugged.
"Sweet!" cried the guy on the bed. "Thanks, Sarah. I would
have picked it up myself, but I've got another year before
I turn 21."
"Go mingle," Sarah whispered, turning the backpack over the
small crowd that had assembled and pulling the 20-year-old
guy into another room. Emily decided to focus on the cool
chick with good taste in music.
"Hey, I'm Emily," she said. The girl stood up and Emily
found herself looking directly into her nose.
"I'm Tracy," the girl said. "Nice to meet you." Emily felt
a bit intimidated by Tracy's size -- as a guy, she had
never dated taller girls, but she decided she would have to
get used to it since most girls were taller than her.
The two talked for a while and eventually Tracy invited
Emily back to her room where she sat down on her bed and
pulled out her Amy collection. Emily crawled onto the bed
and looked over Tracy's shoulder to get a better look at
the CD jewel cases.
"She's SO hot," Tracy said.
"Really?"
"Oh yeah, everyone around here loves her. She's cool, she
has an awesome voice, she's beautiful..."
"You-- you think she's beautiful?" Emily stammered. She
couldn't believe it. She thought Sarah was just kidding
about lesbians at the party.
"Well yeah, I mean, don't you think so?" Tracy turned
around and unexpectedly came face to face with Emily, who
decided to seize the awkward moment.
Emily closed her eyes and slipped her tongue inside Tracy's
mouth at the exact moment that the door swung open. Tracy
pushed Emily away and sent her tumbling to the floor.
Something swept over Emily... aside from the pain of
hitting the ground, she felt disoriented. She looked up and
saw Sarah and the 20-year-old guy in the doorway.
"Lesbians!" he shouted. "Right on!"
"We're not lesbians, dumbass," Tracy snapped, wiping her
mouth. "Sarah's sister had too much to drink and the little
freshman just couldn't hold her liquor."
"Oh my God, are you all right?" Sarah asked, helping Emily
to her feet. "Mom's going to kill me if she finds out I
gave you beer. I'm really sorry about this."
"It's all right," Tracy said. "I'm sure we all made asses
of ourselves when we first came to college. It's a
prerequisite for graduation."
***
(To be continued in Chapter 4: "Smelling Salts")
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