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Letters from Sky
By Jan S
Part 2
© 2008 by Jan S
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Wednesday, April 2nd (night)
Hi!!
That was all pretty lame, huh? But I couldn' say, "Hey, there's a bug on
your shoulder," in an email, could I?
Yeah, I know you don't really need custody things now you're eighteen --
just didn't think of it. And I'm glad we're still half-sibs and family
like you said, even if your mother isn't mine anymore. I know this is
mushy and stuff but you, and Mike too -- sometimes kind of -- were real
good big sibs, really. OK - 'nough of that.
My school really sucks big time - and is weird. But at least Zack didn't
tell anyone I'm a babysitter yet, I don't think.
You and Jim doing OK? Do you make-out with him and stuff, Mar? Just
wondering -- I know I shouldn't ask that stuff, so don't bother telling
if you don't want. It's too bad you're too old to go and see "Horton". It
really was funny. Maybe that's why teenagers have babies, so they can see
the good kid's movies still. :-p Maybe not.
And I guess Wendy and Lisa liked me a ton as a babysitter. Because today
when I was going into Dad's office, because I had to see a Doctor and
it's in a different building but in the same place, so on those days I
wait for Dad and ride home with him, I saw Ms. Younger and Wendy and Lisa
in the lobby because Lisa had been to a doctor too. And I have another
job this weekend because she is going to a play, and it's Shakespeare. I
told her Dad is crazy about that stuff, and it turns out he is going with
her (isn't that neat! But I think it's just going as friends or a group
thing probably.) And it's going to be a real, real long time -- from
before six until almost one at least, but Dad had already said that was
OK.
Lisa was real happy about it, and she asked if I could just spend the
night because it was so late. And it's weird because Ms Y. didn't think
that was weird at all, even when Lisa said I'd sleep in her bed (But
Wendy was jealous and so we're going to be using sleeping bags in the
den). I didn't say I'd stay all night but said I'd like to babysit (I
said "come over" so I'm not pushing it in Lisa's face like.), but that
I'd have to talk to Dad about the over-night part. Dad said it was up to
me though, but he'd say "no" if I ask him to, and I could say I want to
use the guest room if I do do it too. I don't mind doing it, but you know
it's real weird too, even if it is part of babysitting, and Lisa doesn't
seem like a little kid to me, you know. So what do you think?
And here is the other weird thing, and it makes it even harder to say no
to Lisa's whole plan: They said they had been going up to Dad's office
because, when they were early for the Doctor's, they had found a present
for me. And Ms Y said it was all their idea, and she had nothing to do
with it, and they were even going to pay her for it. And what it is is a
t-shirt that says, "World's Greatest Babysitter" on it. And it's like a
real light blue - that they said was like my eyes - and it has the
letters in real scroll-y letters, in red and yellow and sparkly. And they
said if I wear it a lot I'll get lots more jobs, and I did act like I
like it -- but, you know, Marsh, I mean, I know lots of boys do babysit,
but they don't brag about it. They would wear shirts that say "World's
Best Lawn Mower," or something. Right?
So it's a gag thing right? And they don't think I'm going to wear it - I
have it on now, and it also has - not puffy, but real short sleeves that
stick out too and is, you know, shaped, not like a regular t-shirt. They
got 'a know only a girl oooo
You know Wendy wanted me to take her to the girl's room at the movie, and
then Lisa asked if Zack was my boyfriend too, and I thought -- oohhh -
they do shhhhhiii
No ---- I - Mar, ----- they can't, can they? nvm - I g2g -- is nine
thirty to late to call her? g2g
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Wednesday, April 2nd (night, about an hour later)
Hi. I didn't call her. I mean how do you ask someone if they think you're
a girl or not? I just can't. I thought of asking Dad -- but it's way to
embarrassing. I got to talk to her, don't I? What do you think?
And what if she doesn't! Then I'm even nuts-er, right?
I -- bye
Sky
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Thursday, April 3rd (early afternoon)
OK, Marsh, I did call her at last. I did it during lunch from my cell,
and I just said it right out in a voice mail. I just said it real fast,
"Do you think I'm a girl, Ms Younger, because I'm not and don't know why
you would think that," and asked her to call me, please, this afternoon,
and then I thought someone, maybe the girls, would hear it too.
But I had to do it because even teachers had noticed how I was worried
like, and then after I called I felt even worse and went to the nurse and
got sent home, and Dad told them he'd send a taxi, and that that was OK.
I called her from the cab, and she answered and had heard the message and
was like: But your name is Judy. You went into the girl's locker with
Becky and Ann. You were wearing pink shoes, and I was like: I can't talk,
because I didn't want the driver to hear, you know, but that bugged her,
and when I got out I said about it being Jude and only Dad adding the Y,
which I had told her; and the door from the men's locker being being
fixed and there being a pathway; and the shoes being only raspberry and
borrowed. And she listened to me, at least, but was still mad and said
she has to think about ... brb.
-- I know it's dumb to do that in a letter -- That was Ms Younger calling
and she is on her way over here. I hope she doesn't hit me and stuff. She
sounded better at least. Got to clean up the living room real quick.
Write soon, please, Marsh.
Sky
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Thursday. April 3rd (afternoon, almost two hours later)
Hi, Mar,
So she wasn't real mad at all but said how she was the one that made the
mistake, but why had I let it go on. And I was like: "I didn't know!" and
that. And she looked at me real close, and asked if that had never
happened before, and I said not really, but maybe sometimes when I was
little by strangers at stores (because I remembered this one check-out
lady), but it was because I was so fat. And she was like, "or people
didn't because you were large."
And she asked how I felt about it, and I said embarrassed mostly, and
don't know how they could go on so long. And she smiled at that - and
then at me. And I was sitting on my knees on the couch and wanted to just
shrink up to nothing when she looked at me.
So she said that she didn't know if I could keep being her babysitter,
but that was only because of confusion, and that we both would see how it
worked out. She was saying she didn't think anything was wrong with boys
sitting, even with girls, but that she would never have hired one on
purpose, probably, and didn't know if it would work now.
I told her how I hoped we could still be friends and stuff, and that she
and Dad could too.
She was worried too that Wendy and, especially, Lisa would be mad at her
for hiring a boy, and not believe she didn't know. Then she asked -- and
she was real nice about it and all -- if I would mind babysitting once
more still, and not to tell the girls anything about it, because she
didn't want to ruin all their plans for Saturday, because they were
looking forward to it so much.
Yeah - I was all "Uuuggh," too.
She says only if I want to, and I said how I don't want to trick them.
And she says, "Then don't, Sky, just do what you have been doing. Don't
tell them you are a girl, but you don't have to tell them you're not
either. OK."
"But," I said, "what about seeing them without clothes already and maybe
again."
And she took a deep breath, and she said, "You told me you were used to
it. I realize now why that was so odd to you, but it was a boy who said
he was used to it. If that's really true, then it isn't a problem for me
and won't be for them either. They skinny dip in the back yard, Sky, and
sometimes some boys join them, but boys that are used to what they are
seeing. So is it true?"
And I said, "Yeah, of course." And that's true. I wasn't thinking about
other stuff either, I mean they're just kids.
So, now I'm spending that night with some girls that think I'm a girl --
is my life totally weird or what? Do you think this is OK? I still feel
like it is lying - a little bit anyway.
So, OK, talk about something else ---How's Jim? How's Econ? How are you?
I know you're all busy, but write when you get the chance. I am so "I
don't know," you know?
Love ya lots,
Sky
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Friday, April 4th (afternoon)
Hi, Marsha,
It's kind of OK. I mean I guess I'm happy you don't know what I should do
too, you know; it means it is too weird. Yeah, I'm not going to wear
make-up or do anything to try to fool them at all, but still now I have
to think about what I would have done. I don't know if I would have gone
ahead and worn that shirt tomorrow, but I think I would have really.
And I should tell Dad, and I almost did last night and this morning too.
But I just can't. He made me stay home from school today because of
getting sick yesterday, though I know I'm better, but I couldn't tell him
why I was sick, could I?
OK so, I didn't realize in college it took forever to get test back. I
hate teachers that do that. And you're really writing a paper on "Beauty
and the Beast"? In college? How come? You should just go see "Horton" and
say it's for research then.
It's weird that you have so little money. Our mother seemed real rich
last fall, and she bought that house and said she wanted to travel all
the time now. That was one of the reasons she was going to send me off to
school and all. I think that Granma and Granpa did have lots, and that
was what she was waiting for as much as for you two getting out of
school.
OK - the ground rules. But it just seems weird, is all.
Um -- OK -- so while I'm stuck home and not all that sick I've been
looking though your old boxes -- I really could use some new clothes
because of all the weight I've lost. I mean Dad's got some for me, but
it's like enough but not plenty, you know? And I've found some but they
have to be really old to fit me, (looks like you saved everything! But
Mike didn't save anything hardly -- guess he wore them out or something.)
(And when you were my height you waist was bigger than mine. Ha Ha.). But
some shorts work. I got a pair of white ones that only have a little blue
on the pockets (they kind of match my new shoes.), and some denim ones
that just have some stitching on the pocket that I could wear, and some
red ones too. And there are some old gym shorts, you know, just plain
ones with bands at the waist. I had to try on bunches of stuff to find
what would work. But you said I could have whatever, and this is all the
oldest stuff, and I did a lot of organizing too, not making it all worse.
And so, no, I don't remember the time when I was six you asked about.
What happened? I do remember when our mother threw out all my stuffed
animals, and Dad got real mad and said I could keep just one, and she
didn't like the one I picked and cut the skirt off it, and it feel in
two. But that was older. And I don't remember if something got her mad
besides Dad (and just me.).
And I'm sorry about Jim, that was a creepy thing, but maybe he will be
sorry, you think? But you're so cute and nice! It's his loss; you know
that! It'll be OK, Mars. Don't be sad, OK?
Oh - it wasn't the stomach doctor I saw on Wednesday, another one. I only
see the stomach guy about once a month now, and I don't keep the diet as
good as they want me to, or as I tell them I do, but it's not showing up
in the test at least, and things are doing good in that.
OK, I got to ride the city bus to get to see someone, so laters.
And don't be too worried about Jim, 'K? Something good'll happen.
Love and all like that,
Sky
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Saturday, April 5th (afternoon)
Hi
Really, you didn't know about Granpaw? You did know he was her granpaw
really, right? Not ours. He told me once when I was still little that he
had bought some land way in the wilderness a long time ago and had sold
it for a lot after the suburbs reached it. I don't know how much it was,
but maybe that was the reason she was ever nice to him, because she knew.
It was just one of his stories with a moral (about saving or something).
But yeah, they did have a big fight right after Granma died, but that
wasn't about money, that was about me. When we were visiting, and you and
Mike had gone somewhere (you could drive already), we were watching TV,
and I started dancing to some music, and she grabbed me and slapped me
real hard and screamed, and he got mad at her and told her not to.
Remember we left real suddenly the next day.
And yeah, she had lots of catalogues and stuff about boarding schools,
and I think I'd have started in January if I had been hers.
But I'm not supposed to talk about that with you, so can we talk about
something else? OK?
OK. Yeah, I do see how "Beauty and the Beast" "mixes up standard gender
rolls" and stuff. Belle is the hero, right? And rescues the man. I think
it's neat you can learn that in college. Is that the main thing you're
studying? It does show how people's minds work usually, like you said. I
can get that. So neat.
And I'm mixing up usual gender roles too, huh? Hehe - do peeps study
things like what's happening to me ever?
So tonight is the ordeal. Like you said, just be me is all Ms Younger
said for me to do - so no problem. I'm going to wear that shirt they gave
me and some blue jean shorts. You know I don't want to be like trying to
look like a girl, but not too much like 'can't be a girl' either, and I
think about what to wear more than ever. Since Dad is going with Ms Y, I
don't have to ride my bike, and no one will see anyway.
Tell you how weird it gets tomorrow.
You doing better?
Love ya' - really, Marsh,
Sky
P.S. You know what? I sorta can't wait, and I sorta don't want this to
ever happen. That's truly weird times twelve, huh?
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