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Living the Dream, part 23 By: Malissa Madison 2013-03-05 Our trip to the reservation had cost us our annual trip to Colorado, but we were still so happy to have spent the time with the rest of the family that we usually didn't see at that time of year. The story of the hunt was made even more exciting by Erika's having told it at least five times, learning each time to add more detail. Momma's and Daddy sat riveted as both Erika and Danny told about their first hunt. Greg showed up before dinner and he and Rachel disappeared into her room. Momma was in the kitchen with us helping fix dinner when Darla and Mai Ling came in chatting about how big my belly was getting. "Oh crap," I giggled. "I missed my last appointment. I bet Doc is going to give me heck for being out in the middle of nowhere too." "He remind me, Rachel and Erika missed their appointments too," Mai Ling chimed in, then placed her hands on my tummy after asking, "May I?" that got the little ones started in wanting to feel my tummy too. "You're getting big, Sis," Sophie said as I gave in and sat down letting Momma take over the cooking. We eventually got to tell about how Erika ended up with Daniel. I smiled and took a bite of a pickled Jalapeno, feeling the juices as they spread over my lips which instantly began to puff up from the juice. I saw Denise' eyes as she looked at them. "Wow Momma, that just puffed your lips up, does it hurt?" she asked as she reached into the jar and pulled one out by the stem. Before I could say anything she'd pressed her lips to it, sucking it into her mouth part way before biting down. She instantly dropped the half in her hand spitting out the part she'd bitten off. "Oh crap, hot, hot, hot," she panted fanning at her mouth reaching for her orange juice. "No, not that." Rachel said pushing a glass of milk into her hand. "Don't swallow right away," she said after Denise had drank half the glass. "It works better to hold it on your tongue to let it neutralize the effect." "But you said it would puff up my lips," she mumbled with a mouth full of milk. "You don't have to eat it silly, just rub it on your lips." Erika giggled. "But yeah that really added like lots of volume." "Re, really?" "Oh yeah little sister," Rachel answered. "Those are definitely DSL's," she giggled. At Denise' puzzled look Erika defined the abbreviation. "DSL's, Dick Sucking Lips." She, Rachel and Sophie instantly began to giggle. "Erika, Ivory, five minutes. You know how impressionable your little sisters are," I said. "Just pretend its' Daniel," advised Rachel, and Erika blushed. Holding the bar of soap Erika said, "That'll be kind of hard to do. It isn't the right shape, or length." "I've got one in my bathroom that you can use," and again Rachel burst into giggles. "Rachel, Dial. You can do five minutes right alongside her." Sophie said. "Think about the image you're setting for Tiffany and Sherry." While they sat there with the bars of soap in their mouths, Sophie and I explained to Denise how to use the pepper juice to puff up her lips. "Just don't kiss anyone until after it dries and you've put a coat of gloss on them to seal it." "Why?" She asked as Gregg finally entered the kitchen for a cup of coffee. "Oh fu, udge. Rachel what did you say?" he asked seeing the soap. "Wee weerrr gibbon deneez abise on Dee ezz ells," she mumbled past the soap. It came out as Deezellz. "I hope you told her not to give any BJ's until she put on a coating of lip gloss," he began to laugh. "Mommy, what's a BJ?" asked Sherry. Both my oldest girls burst out laughing. "Ten more minutes," I said. "Gregg, I know you're not used to having little sisters around, so maybe if you sit next to Rachel and share her soap you'll learn how impressionable they can be." Rachel smiled around the bar of Ivory as she turned another chair around to face her, then leaned forward to press the exposed end to his lips when he took his seat. "Oh god," he mumbled before he let her push it into his mouth. "Now that's a match made in heaven," Momma said. "I wonder how willing Donnie would have been to share a bar of soap with you or Sophie." As Donnie and Daddy entered, seeing the three of them Daddy said, "I'm not even going to ask." There was a flash and then Donnie said, "Now that's a scrapbook moment." "Daddy, what's a Bee Jay?" asked Tiffany. "Is it something bad?" Donnie looked to Sophie and me for advice. "Oh no you get to handle this one all by yourself," I chuckled. He calmly poured himself a fresh cup of coffee then took his usual seat and patted his lap. "Ok girls climb up here and tell me what prompted that question. I promise you won't end up next to your sisters, just be honest." "Oh this should be good," Darla laughed. Sherry started out telling Donnie about the conversation. And then Tiffany joined in adding to it. "And then Sherry asked Mommy what a Bee Jay was." "Ok that clears up a bit of mystery. BJ's are something very special and intimate between boys and girls," he began. "But the two of you are not old enough to know about them yet. When you're old enough I'm sure that either your Momma's or your sisters will explain to you all the how too's and such. But for now just remember, it is a very special act between two people who love each other very much." "But what is it Daddy?" "Yes Daddy what is it?" Sophie asked with a giggle of delight. "It's like a special kiss, down here," he pointed. "But that's all you need to know for now." "Oh like Rachel gave Gregg in the garage, and then he gave her the same kiss." Sherry giggled. "We won't ever do that, it was all yucky." I raised my eyebrows at my oldest daughter. "No way Momma, we never did anything like that in the garage," she protested. "Not in our garage, in Gramma Monica's." Tiffany clarified. "It was way gross." "You two need to practice a bit more discretion," I advised. They mumbled yes Ma'am and fell silent. We set the timer and went into the living room to visit. We heard the timer go off then three people scrambling for the sink. We were still laughing when my phone began to ring. "Hello?" I answered it, not recognizing the number. "Malissa? Can I ask you for some advice, or is this a bad time?" Diane asked. "Sure Diane, hold on a sec." I went into the office. "Ok it's just us two." "How do I go about adopting someone?" she blurted out. "Oh wow Diane, that's like a huge step. Have I met her," I assumed it was a girl we were talking about. "Umm, actually yes you have. But don't say anything to Momma Karen. I don't want her to get her hopes up if it doesn't work out." "Wait, you're talking about Chrissie Davidson aren't you?" I asked. "Please can we come by and talk with you and Sophie?" "Diane, where are you?" "I'm at some car shop sitting in the parking lot. But I can't find your house." "Wait, you're at Fender Skirts?" "Yeah that's the name over the door. I drove all the way to the end of Butterfly Lane, but didn't see your car anywhere," she said. "I gather by We, that Chrissie is with you?" "Yes, please I really want to know how to do this right." "We'll help you, I promise. See you in a few minutes." I hung up then went to Momma and Daddy Pierce. "Diane is on her way here with Chrissie Davidson," I said. "She wants advice on adopting." I was still trying to figure out why she would be wanting to adopt one of Sherry's classmates. "Agnes, Vincent Pierce. I just wanted to give you a heads up on an upcoming adoption." "No, not another one of ours. Chrissie Davidson, she's apparently found her way into Miss Karen's daughter Diane's heart." "Yes, she's the only Orphan in the class as well as a Jennifer Grant recipient." "Very well then, we'll be over to see you later this evening, thank you." My father in law smiled at me. "All taken care of." He began dialing his phone again. "Clara? Vincent Pierce." "Yes, they should be here any moment. She called to ask Malissa about adopting her." "Yes I'm sure Karen will be delighted as well." I hurried to the door to watch for them, and opened it in time to wave from the porch before they passed the driveway. Diane backed up and pulled in, parking at the end of the sidewalk. "Who is it Mommy?" asked Tiffany and Sherry from the doorway. Then Sherry squealed in delight as she ran down the sidewalk barefoot. "Sherry Lynn, get back here this instant and put your shoes on," I chastised her. "But Mommy, Chrissie's here." "Yes and you were not born in a barn, put your shoes on before you run outside." I was trying not to laugh, knowing if I did my chastisement would be meaningless. About then sherry slipped on a patch of ice and went down landing in a pile of snow Danny had shoveled off the walkway. She screamed in shock from the cold snow going up under her skirt. Suddenly I couldn't hold it back as I began to laugh at her antics as she tried to rid herself the icy snow. Together Diane and I helped her up. "Welcome both of you," I smiled warmly. "Come inside please. Sherry go put on some dry clothes before you catch a cold." "But Mommy I'm used to the cold. Remember we joined the wolf pack and everything?" Giggling Denise said, "Yes little sister but it's different after you spend an hour in a sweat lodge and then roll naked in the snow. You're wearing wet clothes that keep the cold in." "Can Chrissie come and see my room?" I looked to Diane for permission first. "Yes, of course. Chrissie? Have fun ok Sweetie?" "Yes Mommy," she kissed Diane's cheek when she bent down. I could see it in Diane's eyes. The love and adoration she felt toward the young girl. The four youngest of my girls disappeared into Sherry's room together, Becca trying to be a big girl like her two older sisters. Coming into the front room Sophie wrapped her arms around Diane in a big hug. "Welcome. I see you brought a little one with you. And did I hear her call you Mommy?" "Oh god Sophie, I really want to be her Mommy for real." She looked at the two of us, a silent plea for help. But it was Monica who answered first. "You are going to make a wonderful Mommy, Diane. And I know a lot of people who are willing to help you along the way." Monica pecked her cheek. "At least you don't have to worry about dirty diapers, or spit-up dribbling down your back," Sophie giggled. "Or teething while you're breast feeding, like Elsie over there will." Sophie motioned to me. "You're just jealous because mine are getting twice as big as yours," I stuck my tongue out at her and we all laughed. Then I got serious, "Diane, I think you should call your Momma and let her know where you are. She's bound to be worried about the two of you." "You're right, I really should. I didn't think, I just grabbed Chrissie and took off when I heard her and Grandma Clara talking about Chrissie coming up for adoption." Suddenly you could hear a pin drop in the house. "Diane, did you take off with her because someone was about to adopt her?" I asked. "Yes, oh god Malissa you have to help us. I don't want some strange people adopting her. I'll never get to see her again." She was in tears. "Diane, please sit down," Said my father in law. "Did you try to find out who was going to adopt her?" asked Momma. "I think you really should have." I glared at my father in law over that comment. "Malissa, don't judge, you know even less than Diane." "Why would I want to know anything about them? They want to take her away from me." Diane was crying. "It's ok Honey. I talked with your Momma this morning after she discovered the two of you had left. She's perfectly willing to let you adopt Chrissie and make her a Grandmother, instead of becoming Chrissie's big sister." Vincent was serious. "She thought you might be headed this way, so she's over at Judge Ferris' house waiting for the two of you." "She never said anything," Diane was wiping at her tears. "She wanted to surprise you both," Monica told her. "But I think this way is better since it's what the two of you obviously want and need." Diane hugged her tight, "Thank you, it really is what we want. I want her to be mine so much." She had tears rolling slowly down her cheeks. "I know she needs you too, after all she already calls you Mommy. So you must be doing something right for her." Momma told her. Suddenly Chrissie was there, "Mommy are you ok." She clung to Diane. "Yes Sweetie, I'm just so happy because everyone wants us to be together, that's all." "Everyone Mommy?" Chrissie's eyes grew big. "Yes, even Grandma Clara." Diane told her. "But she was going to let somebody else adopt me, Mommy." "Chrissie, Grandma Karen is the one who wanted to adopt you. She wanted it to be a surprise, but now we get to surprise her, ok?" "Can I still live in the Dorm? Can I tell everyone you're my Mommy?" the young girl wanted to know. I had no idea she was even there, I guess Momma had let her in. suddenly from the doorway of the family room Miss Clara said, "But of course you can Sweetie. But why didn't the two of you tell Grandma about this?" We sat and visited a while listening to Chrissie and Diane telling Miss Clara why they had been afraid to tell anyone. Then the three of them headed over to Judge Ferris'. We began getting ready to return to school because of the snow and ice still everywhere on some of the roads. We were going to head out early on Sunday morning. Things began to quiet down and we double checked everything to be sure all the cars were ready for the long drive. Donnie and I took extra care helping Rachel and Erika with their cars, especially since they'd been buried in snow for the last two weeks before making the long trip home. Sitting in the family room around the fireplace I listened in as Rachel and Erika were listening to the truck drivers on the CB base station that Sophie used to keep track of us on the road. "That sounds more like a huge family than a bunch of Truck Drivers," commented Donnie. "It is Daddy," Rachel said. "That's May's Family, but I don't know who all they're talking too." "They sound really close," I pointed out. "We'll bunker down here and make the delivery first thing in the morning," I heard a woman's voice. "Your call Beauty, this is your old stomping grounds after all." "Mom, can I stay with TooTall tonight? I just want to talk." "Sure thing, just make sure Mackenzie's ready to roll at first light," I heard a man answer the younger girl. "Hey 'Ute Princess', what's your Twenty?" Rachel asked when it seemed like they were finished talking. "Just south of OK City, on our way to Branson." I recognized May's voice. "Are you driving or riding shotgun?" "Driving, Oh Rachel you should see what Daddy got me for Christmas. It's huge and powerful." "Really? He bought you a truck?" Rachel asked. "Not just a Truck, it's a Peterbilt. But I haven't found her true name yet. Oh hey we gotta head in to the diner. I'll talk with you tomorrow, ok?" "Sure thing. Are you going to be at school on time?" "Of course I will," they air kissed over the airway. "So May's family is hauling a load to Branson. That puts them within fifty miles of the house. Are they going to stop by?" I asked. "Maybe they could use a place to spend the night." Erika and Rachel giggled, "I don't think we have enough room Momma, besides they couldn't get all twenty five trucks in the driveway." "Twenty five trucks?" Donnie sounded just as astounded as I was. "Yeah they're working with another outfit called Wyoming Trucking. You remember listening to them on the radio?" Rachel asked. "No, not really," I admitted. Smacking my arm Sophie said, "The Ice Drivers. Remember Angela and her Dad were up there." It finally hit me who they were talking about. The young girl in a blower plow had led the way across the Yukon River during a blizzard. But that was just before the Tribes big hunting trip. If I'd been listening the next day I would have had some idea who the woman was that was in the lead. I'd have heard them mention Halfway, and drag racing in Pleasant Hope. But I was too busy trying to get my baby to settle down, she was kicking up a storm for some reason today. I really had no idea if it was a boy or girl I just began referring to the baby as She. I lay in bed that night between Sophie and Donnie. "What's wrong Honey, can't get comfortable?" "The baby's restless, she'll settle down soon." I said. "She? I thought we weren't going ask Doc." Donnie reminded me. "Sorry, I haven't cheated. It just feels like a She." I got up and slipped on my thin robe. Then stepped into my fuzzy pink slippers. "Anyone want anything while I'm up?" I asked only to see Tadpole stick his nose out from under Donnie's pillow. "Come on I'll get you a treat little guy." He followed me into the kitchen, and I found the container of cream cheese, then grabbed the Hi-Ho crackers out of the cabinet. Sitting in the dark with Tadpole, sharing the snack I began to think about my past. Something I hadn't done in a long time. It really sucked knowing my real mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd sent me to my father who was even worse. I could remember him openly bragging in front of Momma one night in a drunken stupor about having knocked up my mother's sister. And the boy had turned out to be as big a disappointment as me. Of course he was a good six or so years older than I was. The last anyone had seen of him had been two years before I'd been shipped off to live with the bastard. I tried to remember his name, it started with an M or something. "Oh yeah, he thought it was funny that my middle name was the same as that boys first name, and to think I'd taken that middle name for a last name after Momma had run with me to keep me safe. I drifted off to sleep on the couch wondering what had ever happened to him, her I corrected myself remembering he'd also wanted to be a girl. "Momma wake up, it's getting late." My girls were anxious to get back to school. "They'll already be on the road before we get to the rest stop," Erika told Rachel. After breakfast, we had to keep reminding the two oldest that it was still dark outside. We had to keep reminding Rachel to slow down as we made our way north toward school. "Baby, you really don't want to hit a slick spot in a convertible," Donnie warned her repeatedly. It had snowed just little bit during the night, just a thin dusting, but you never knew where it might have gotten heavier or they might not have spread salt. When we started through Osage Beach, Rachel called May to tell her we would be at the roadside stop. I know both Donnie and I were relieved when we finally got there. At least we wouldn't have to worry about her speeding and getting in an accident. He had the same opinion I did about convertibles, if you rolled one you were without any protection at all. We were looking at an old Roadrunner, admiring the work and detail that had gone into restoring it when we heard the roar of Trucks coming up the highway. Suddenly they were honking as they sped past, and our three oldest were waving and scrambling toward the cars. Relief hit me as we caught up to them, and everyone slowed down keeping pace as the girls began talking to the drivers. I found myself reminding my girls to watch their language. Then at the MMA turn off two trucks hit the exit ramp with Donnie and Erika and Greg. I heard Old Elk telling his sons to be sure and let Greg know he'd be stopping in on the way home. As we pulled in I realized we were mixed in with the semi tractors as they were pulling into the school. I was surprised to see Miss Clara at the gate motioning for them to pull on in. Parking in front of my Dorm I told Sherry and Tiffany to hold up. I decided to go formal since Old Elk and most of his family was there, I put my hair up in pigtails and slipped on the braid sheaths with the Eagle feathers before we got out to meet everyone. Halfway between the main parking lot and the freshman dorms I saw Miss Trudy leading a group in our direction. Suddenly the youngest girl stopped dead in her tracks, a stricken look on her face as she stared at me. I remembered hearing Old Elk and May addressing one of the other drivers as Missy, and knew by the way they talked to her she had to be Mr Wyoming's wife. So I introduced myself and my girls, pleased to see they lowered their eyes and nodded in Sioux custom when greeting an elder from another tribe for the first time. As my girls dragged hers off into the dorm, Sir Pew raced up to greet us, and was soon joined by Flora. Then a Dark Wolf almost as big as Tank came out of nowhere and raced through the open doors of the Dorm. It was over breakfast that I finally asked something that had been nagging at the back of my mind. "So you grew up around here? May said you really knew your way around Springfield." When she mentioned Halfway there was no more doubt who she was or why I'd suddenly begun wondering about her and what had happened to her. I smiled confidently as I said, "That would make you Barbara's, I'm Dotty's, well, actually Fay's if you want to be technical." Her husband standing beside her now asked, "Missy, what's going on here?" "Tim, I'd like you to meet my Half Sister, Malissa," and she hugged me smiling. Tim eyed the Eagle feathers with curiosity wanting to know why I was wearing something that only Native Americans were allowed to possess legally. Just then Old Elk gave me a small hug. "Malissa, it is good to see you. I was sorry to hear you got snowed in at the reservation visiting your Grandmother. But did I hear Erika brought back and Elk?" "Yes she did. It was a traditional hunt, and she only needed one arrow. Her young man however had to kill a bear that had awakened and wanted the meat." "Erika and a young brave?" "You remember Daniel, Stands in Sun and Chickadee's son?" "So those two finally stopped the game of prey and predator," he laughed. "But I didn't think he was the type to take on a Bear." "Love can bring out all sorts of talents when your love is threatened," I reminded him. "He killed it with his hunting knife, but of course he does have the scars to show from the battle." "I hope he wasn't too badly hurt." "No, mostly scratches. And of course in her eyes he is a hero." I said. "I'm looking forward to the tales. Perhaps she can tell us tomorrow when we stop in to see pick up Long Reach's truck and say hello to Greg. And thank you again for your families help in keeping him in school after the fall out with his mother. Missy Wyoming and I talked for quite a long time. I told her that I never went past the old trailer house in Halfway on our trips to and from school. "I have no interest in seeing him again, that part of my life is literally buried next to my little sister who made this one possible," I caressed my swollen stomach with a smile. I was impressed with her little family as well. It seemed that like myself she was drawing special children to her. Giving them a happy life and reason to succeed where so many others could not. After they'd left Rachel asked me why Prairie Dog had been with them. Then I knew why the girl had seemed so familiar. It had been just before we got to the reservation, an accident on an ice covered road had claimed their mother. The hunt the kids had gone on was also an excuse for the men to widen the search for the missing children that had started before we'd arrived. I called Sarah as soon as I could to let her know, but she'd already been contacted by the children's Aunt in Wyoming. We started classes the next day, even though there were still a lot of people missing. The fewer than normal crowd in the Dining Hall allowed me to make some previously missed observations. Denise Carver sat among the Teachers, not far away sat another table full of girls. The ones I'd noticed after Thanks giving who all looked alike. Damn if they didn't resemble that Princess who was in the news but I couldn't remember where she was from. As Rachel and her roommates entered I watched Michelle Gray separate to join them, and then Jeanine, Porsche, and Mercedes joined the group. There were now eight people at the table and all looked like they knew each other pretty well. "Momma, stop staring at the body guards, you'll make them nervous," Rachel said in a low voice. "I know which ones are Jeanine's. Who are the others?" I asked casually. "She's Burmese though her mother is an American. But please, no one else has figured it out yet." Diane said as she and Chrissie joined us. "Chrissie, do you want me to cut up your pancakes for you?" "Yes Mommy, thank you." The girl began talking with Sherry excitedly. "And I get to stay in my same room in the dorm. But Mommy can come and help me with school work. Isn't that neat?" "I told you it would be ok. My Mommy and Daddy know everybody." Sherry bragged. "It's going to be fun for me on weekends now too cause I get to like go to the big house behind the Admin. And lots of neat stuff. Grammy even bought me some new Dolls to play with." As the girls continued to chat the four older girls kept drawing my attention, but I couldn't put my finger on why. It wasn't until we were sitting in Home Ec., that it dawned on me, they might not be carrying guns, but each one that was a bodyguard carried what is called a Kubitan that resembled a fat magic marker. Two of them noticed me staring at them and another got Porsche's attention. Porsche nodded my direction and made a come here motion. We still had about four minutes before class started, so I walked over to them. "Malissa, you are making a few people nervous," she said in a hushed tone. "I'm sorry I don't mean to. It's just that I was thinking if they don't want the princess to stand out from them they should give her, her own Kubitan," I said in a low voice not to draw attention. "I'm sorry but that's the whole point," the one named Jenna said. "It's Corrine's turn to be the bait. So the real princess is carrying her Kubitan." I looked stunned. "We know almost everything about you Malissa Madison- Vandine-Pierce." "Class, Please take your seats," our substitute teacher had arrived. "My name is Carol Kincaid, but you can call me Miss Kincaid. Your regular teacher had an accident while skiing over the holidays. So I will be assuming her position for the remainder of the year." She began writing on the board before anyone even moved to take their usual seats. "Thursday's class assignment is, 'Beef Wellington'. Something each of you should be able to prepare." "Ma'am," Destiny held up her hand. "May we work with partners?" "Oh, yes that will be fine. But no more than four to a group." It was fairly easy for us to figure out what was going on, Miss Kincaid was paying way too much attention to the four new girls. Jeanine caught my eye and I joined her, Porsche and Mercedes. "We need to break up the Quad," Porsche said to Layla. "It'll be easy to keep switching around within the two groups." "What's going on?" asked Mildred. "We're not sure yet, but we're going to combine forces. And Malissa Pierce is our outside expert if she agrees." Layla explained to her. "No one mentioned us having a substitute teacher." We got out our laptops to begin researching recipes, Layla though began running a background check on our new teacher. We all finally agreed on our recipe. And began submitting our ingredient request. I was still wondering what was going on when the bell rang and we all filed out to our next class. "Malissa, can I ask you a few questions?" it was Corrine. "Sure, what do you need to know?" "How hard would it be to substitute say Death Cap Mushrooms for Button Mushrooms in our assignment?" I looked at her in total shock. "What?" "Do we get fresh or pre-processed ingredients? It's just a question." Destiny added. "Pre-processed. Usually they have everything ready for us so we don't waste time having to open cans or chop and stuff." I answered. "Why?" "Our new teacher is a non-entity, no record of her anywhere." Destiny said. Outside the door to Social Studies Layla said, "Mildred, you stay with Malissa, no matter what happens." "Ummm, ok." "I have to go see Miss Clara so I won't be in class." It was the only class that only one of them was with her, and I could see she was now scared. She sat next to me and I could see that she was trying not to be nervous. A few minutes later an announcement was made. "All students please return to your Dorms. Classes have been suspended for the remainder of the day, Thank you." We actually held hands as we moved through the hallway. Then I spotted Michelle Grey talking with Miss Winters who had taken Trudy Brightmoon's place for the senior and junior Gym classes. She was also coaching in the self-defense classes with Laura Cross. Mildred began moving toward her and I stopped her. "I was told to keep you safe. I never saw Miss Winters before yesterday," I said. "Momma, she's safe. Malissa Pierce is keeping an eye on her for us." Layla said as Destiny came up behind us. "Come on, Momma will know what's going on," Destiny said behind us as she led the way over to the others. "What's going on Momma?" they asked. "You remember what happened with Jeanine last year?" Laura asked me. "Yes," I grew suddenly worried about my own girls. "Ms Kincaid seems to have her own academic agenda that has nothing to do with the school," she looked grim. "She should have tried infiltrating as a grade school teacher though, there are fewer high profile kids at that level to draw attention to her." My baby picked that moment to become restless, and began kicking up a storm. "Malissa are you alright," she was holding my arm guiding me to a bench. "Yes, it's just the baby kicking," I said. "And now I really have to pee." I tried to laugh it off but both Laura and Miss Winters would hear nothing of it as they made a fireman's chair with their arms and carried me to the nearest dorm. "Momma, did you get a chance to ask Miss Clara?" Destiny began as I made my way into a stall. "Yes and she is talking it over with your Uncle Reggie and Miss Grey." "I just want to be able to sign Winters, to my school work, what if no one recognizes it as mine if we get to change our names?" Corrine asked. "You need to talk to my father in law, he's a family Attorney and is probably who Miss Clara will consult for advise anyway," I said through the door. "I bet he knows a lot of Lawyers in England." "Oh, Barrister Middleton is handling our paperwork there, but since there is a question about our nationality that isn't really clear," Layla stopped midsentence. I dug my phone out of my purse and dialed his number. "Nora, I need to talk to Vincent please." "Yes it's important. Thank you." A moment later he was on call waiting. "Malissa, is everything ok? Is the baby alright?" "Yes Daddy, we're both fine. Sorry to worry you but I kind of need a favor." "Does it involve an Adoption?" asked Vincent. "Yes Daddy," I giggled. "Three of them, but it isn't going to be easy." "Is Colonel Winters there?" "Colonel?" I asked in surprise. "Malissa who are you talking to?" "My Daddy in law, Ma'am. Would you like to talk to him?" "Hello, this is Stephanie Winters, sir." "Ahhh, so nice to finally reach you Miss Winters. My secretary is waiting over at your hotel with the packet from the British Embassy. I already had Judge Ferris sign and notarize them." "Sir?" "The Birth Certificates and Citizenship Certifications. You mean you didn't know they were on their way?" "No but thank you, thank you, thank you, my girls will be happy to know that. How can I ever repay you?" "By making sure they graduate as well as Keep Her Highness safe." "Sir?" "Maddie and Laura are very dear friends of mine, as is Barrister Middleton." He told her. "Stephanie? I think they will be pleased with their dual Citizenships." "Dual? How did they get that?" "Do you not have dual Citizenship?" "Well yes, but," "And you are unmarried. The biggest dilemma was which country would issue the Birth certificates. I'm happy to say we won out. Oh, hold on a minute?" he put her on hold then came right back, "Nora wants to know where you are at the moment." "The Eleventh grade dorm, first floor bathroom." "Thank you she'll be waiting out front." "Thank you sir." Stepping out the door I gave Nora a hug. "My heavens, but you're as big as a house." she smiled as she touched my stomach before turning to Stephanie Winters. "This is for you, but I need a signature please." She signed for the huge over stuffed envelope. Then tearing it open she found four more inside, hers was the thinnest. And after reading the names she smiled and handed the girls their own Envelopes. Inside each was a Diplomatic Passport issued by Great Briton, their Birth Certificate stating their legal last name to be Winters, and that they had been born in the United States. Also in each was a sparkling Clara's Academy Tennis Bracelet. I smiled knowing the last items were from my father in law. Miss Winters held two of the bracelets, one for her and the other for Mildred. "I trust this is good news," said Miss Clara. "Curtis called me from the gate when Miss Nora signed in." The girls were all bouncy and giggly, even Mildred. I knew the Colonel was doing her best not to cry. "Go ahead Stephie, its ok to let it out now." Encouraged Laura. "I know how you feel." Congratulations, said Porsche hugging the sisters. "You all even share the same birthday." She giggled. "I bet your mom can even come up with a thirty six hours in labor story too. But I was a good child, I only took eight and a half hours." "It was Seventeen hours and you know it young lady," laughed Laura. "I'm just glad it wasn't me getting stretched open like that." "Oh I would have had to do drugs with triplets," giggled the Colonel finally. "Look Momma they even say we're girls." Corrine was holding her Birth certificate. "Yes and did you see where it says multiple birth sequence?" asked Destiny. "I'm number Two of Three." "Yes and I'm number one of Three," added Layla. "They actually got the age sequence right," she giggled. Layla had been born a half day ahead of Destiny who was born two days before Corrine. "Yes well that just means it will be easier to plan your birthdays," Stephanie told them. "Which is just around the corner." "I never had a birthday before," Corrine said. "Me either," answered Destiny. They both looked at Layla expectantly. "I don't want to talk about it," she said. "You don't have to if you don't want to," promised Stephanie. We were walking toward our own dorms when I decided to change the subject, Layla was really upset and I wanted to get her mind off of whatever it was. "Do you mind if I ask what it was Miss Kincaid was trying to do?" I asked. She was hired by a woman in the fashion industry to gather information about school here. "Your sister Jennifer in particular. But she has this crazy notion that you were born a boy also. But we know that's not so because your pregnant," said Layla. I choked and coughed, and Laura and my other friends began to laugh. "What's so funny?" asked Layla. I led them over to a bench next to the senior dorm. "Porsche, would you like to tell them?" "Tell us what?" "Malissa was born Donnie Madison. Her birth sister left her ovaries to her, and she underwent an experimental transplant. She got knocked up just like any other girl." Porsche explained. I saw the shocked and horrified looks on their faces. "Oh My God, if she'd gotten her hands on you," "Never going to happen," Mercedes said. "Maddie and Laura think of her as family." "Then I think she is family to us as well," confirmed Stephanie Winters. "You really used to be a boy?" asked Mildred. "No I used to be trapped in a boy's body," I grinned at her. "But you want to know something else?" "What?" they were all eager to hear what it was. "Sophie, my sister and co-wife was born just like you are Mildred. And she has a set of twins." I smiled happily. "So you better be careful if you go playing hide the Salami with any cute guys." That led to everyone coming to my room to look at pictures. We called Sophie and her and Mildred talked for almost an hour. After my girls began arriving just before dinner they decided they should go get ready themselves. As they were getting ready to leave Tiffany said, "You act just like a Soldier. What rank are you?" "Tiff it isn't nice to pry into personal things," I told her. "Oh it's quite alright," said Stephanie. "I'm a Colonel, but we can't tell anyone else ok?" Tiffany snapped her a crisp salute and said, "Ma'am, yes Ma'am." "I see you take after your Daddy," "I'm going to school at MMA next year too." Tiffany was proud. "Did you go to MMA?" "No little sister, I went to Commando school and the SAS Academy in England." Tiffany started giggling. "Commando means you aren't wearing pantys," she giggled even harder. Laughing Stephanie said, "There's a difference between going to Commando school and going Commando. But you're still too young to worry about that." "Mommy, can I talk to Miss Winters some more?" she asked. "As long as she doesn't mind. But you need to understand she has an important job to do too." "Miss Cole has a pretty pin just like this one too," Tiffany said touching the lapel pin on Layla's collar. I saw everyone's eyes open wide. "Really? You've seen it and it's just like this one?" "Yep, and Miss Daisy and Miss Tabitha too." "Are they teachers?" "No they're Dorm Mommies." Miss Winters looked at me curiously. "I wasn't aware there were any others here who have been to the same school." "They graduated while you were busy tracking down Layla," Maddie Grey said. "They were actually the class before your girls." "Then in that case I think we need a meeting," said the Colonel. "Malissa, may I use your phone?" I nodded yes. Picking it up, she dialed a number. When it was answered she simply said, "Forged Lightning." And hung up. Her cell phone began to ring, "Yes?" "No they are with me. It's time you six and those you watch out for meet the rest." "Yes the auditorium before dinner, thank you. I'll bring them." When we reached the auditorium I discovered the six head Dorm mothers for the grade school Dorms were Graduates of the SAS School, courtesy of Miss Clara and Maddie Grey. There were fourteen girls in the lower grades that Miss Clara deemed in need of special security arrangements. "Thank you, it's good to know now why one of you is always out wandering around at odd hours of the night." They said. Miss Cole, Sherry and Tiffany's Dorm mother said, "I'll have the outer security come by your table during dinner so you'll know who they are." I understood why they were doing it the way they had. They wanted the older bodyguards to know who they could trust. And they wanted the younger girls to know the same. I wasn't sure why my girls merited special attention though. Maddie caressed my cheek. "You are a very valuable commodity Malissa. And I know that one way to hurt you, is to threaten your children. I don't intend to let that happen." People were slow to return after the storms, but still by Friday it seemed they'd all made it. Even our home economics teacher Miss Posey, with her leg in a cast. It was still good to get home to Donnie and Sophie and the rest. Slowly we got things back to normal, it seemed the snow storms had hit almost everyone hard. Now having caught up to everything going on around me I settled back into my school life. Seeing my friends getting along and making new ones. All the while my tummy just kept getting bigger and bigger. The hormonal roller coaster was in full swing as well. I was sitting in Social Studies calmly doing my homework assignment when suddenly it hit me. I started blubbering like a baby. "Malissa what's wrong?" "I'm all fat and ugly. No one likes me anymore," I squalled. "You're not fat, you're Pregnant," Jeanine tried to reason with me. "Oh godddddd, I'm fat and pregnant and ugly, how can anyone stand to look at me?" I jumped up and ran from the room feeling like I was going to throw up. The arms caught me before I ran into her. "Malissa, Look at me." I looked up into Darla's eyes, Mai Ling right next to her. "No I'm ugly. I'm fat and ugly and my tits are leaking like a dairy cow." I cried. "That all I am, just fat ass dairy cow." I pulled loose and ran the opposite direction. But I didn't get far before I was stopped again. Miss Gina stood there in front of me, hands on her hips. "And just where do you think you're going young lady?" Momma Darla and Mai Ling wrapped their arms gently around me and I melted into them. "I'm sorry, I, I don't know why I keep freaking out," I sobbed against Mai Ling's breasts. "Shhh, shhh, it is going to be ok. It is just hormones Malissa. Come we take you to your room and we call Donnie, ok?" "No, not Donnie. God he's going to think I'm insane." "Ok, we go to your room and get you some tea, and maybe something to eat." "Mai Ling I can't eat. You want to see me throw up?" I looked at her. "Besides I'm getting fat, I need to be on a diet." Darla pressed her hand to my forehead, "When was the last time you ate anything?" "I, I don't remember. If I don't eat I don't throw up right?" Gripping my chin gently between her perfectly manicured fingers Darla said, "No if you don't eat, you will lose your baby. Is that what you want?" "But they don't have what my baby wants here," I protested. Seeing Rachel coming through the doors Darla pressed her into service. "Go find your mother some food. You know what she eats that doesn't make her sick." "I'll have to leave campus for that. They don't have Jalapenos and Mint Chocolate chip ice cream here." "I'll tell Curtis, no I'll go along with you," it was Miss Winters. "Is that what you've been living on? My good lord, you need real food." I started to cry again, "What's the matter?" Mai Ling asked. "I, I, I'm so ashamed. I'm a horrible Mommy." "No you aren't," said Darla. "I've seen you with your girls." "No I really am horrible I, I," I began to cry again and we stopped to rest between buildings. "Darla the lizards didn't just run away," I broke down into a full blown squalling fit. After I got myself under control again I broke down and told my Momma's what I'd done. I had just been cleaning the terrarium, before I realized it there were only a few left. "Ewww, you ate lizards, that's just sick." Someone said. "Fuck off bitch, you have no idea what real food is," spat May in my defense. After a few minutes she asked me, "Did it make you sick to eat them?" "N, no, and I should feel even more guilty about that." "Momma, she said no they didn't make her sick. Yes I see. I will Momma, thank you." May was smiling at me. "Momma says you are perfectly fine. We just need to get you some Native American food." May smiled. "Corra is craving it more than what you normally eat around here." "Corra?" asked Mai Ling. "The Baby," answered May. "Momma said by her appetite, it must be a girl. Girls are more exotic than boys." "I have to find some way to get them more lizards. But they'll know they aren't the same." I'm just glad it wasn't Sadie or one of the original ones. I had Sophie check for me." A sudden yen struck me and I giggled. "Armadillo Pie would go real good right now." "Talk about a turn around, damn those hormones are wicked." I heard someone say. "This might not be Armadillo, but I bet it tastes just as good." Looking around I saw a new student I hadn't met before. I hugged her sniffing the little covered dish. "It smells wonderful," I could feel my saliva rising, wetting my taste buds. "Have you ever eaten Chervon before?" she asked. "Where on earth did you manage to get the ingredients?" both May and I asked anxiously. "Where did you find to cook it?" asked Momma Darla. I was about to take a bite when I paused, "Wait this isn't Butthead?" "No, oh gods' no. the children would be devastated. This came from that little Mexican Market." She looked around the area then whispered, "I have a gas Hibachi grill hidden in the bushes." Mai Ling smiled, "This is good like this. I have a recipe for Kegogy but that would be too difficult to explain if we got caught." "I think we'll just stick to Chervon and Watonka Wakone," giggled May. "Goat and Snails are easier to get hold of than someone's dog. We can just buy those in the markets." Mai Ling caressed May's cheek. "You have eaten Kegogy before little one?" "Yes and Pegogy, and Bugogy. Except my people have different names for them." "Maria Estanza, please come over here," requested Miss Myra. "Yes Ma'am?" "You will remove that very illegal grill from the bushes before someone else sees it. you are new here so I will overlook it this once." "Uhh, Ma'am, do you know if we could maybe begin a little self-cooking area in the dining hall?" "What? There are already microwaves set up." "No Ma'am I mean for other simple dishes. Like Gyros and things like that. Maybe it could be like a class project we could raise money for different things like the grade school or the single mothers." "I guess I could run it by Miss Clara. You would have to come up with an action plan and a workable menu as well as other volunteers to help." "Volunteers to help with what?" asked Miss Clara out of the blue, stepping into the outside study area. "It sounded almost like you were talking about a concession stand." "It was just a silly idea Ma'am." Maria began. "Oh I quite agree if you were using those silly little gas Hibachi grills. But as you know we have those portable grills for the kitchens and we might set up a side area for those who wish to try something besides Cafeteria food." Looking at Myra she said, "Myra, I'll put you in charge of seeing how willing the student body is to undertake such an endeavor." "Yes Ma'am," replied Miss Myra. "Of course now I find myself craving a good Gyros. I wonder if someone might know where one could be found. It could be considered a class research project. And of course the school would pay for that." I couldn't help myself, I belched rather loudly, "Excuse me I giggled." "Ahhh, the lovely Malissa Pierce, you are of course excused." "Ma'am, there's this little place behind the south central Mall. Well it's like a stationary Roach Coach." Maria said. "Ruby's is still there?" Miss Clara had a look of pure pleasure. "Ladies go find the rest of the volunteers, and meet Miss Myra and myself by the senior class Dorm." She turned to me, "Malissa, do you feel up to driving, or should I task Miss Darla?" "Ma'am, I, yes Ma'am," I grinned. As we headed for my car I overheard Layla say, "Mother Hen is going out of the coup with a small group of mixed students." "Roger, any idea where they're headed?" "The roach Coach behind the Mall, it's a fact finding trip for a new fund raising project." "Maybe we can get them to bring back a couple of Gyros," Curtis said. She was quiet at first until we got outside the gate. "You know Malissa, I'm really going to miss you and your sisters, and your other two Momma's. you have no idea how much you have changed things around here." "Ma'am?" "It's a good thing, don't get me wrong. I'm happy to know that I get to teach the next generation of Vandine's and Pierce's. And know that both the Colonel and I have taken the time to slowly build our schools into ones that really make a difference in the world of our students." She glanced sideways at me, "I know you can keep secrets. You're also pretty good at getting your way, as well as pulling things out of thin air. Things like what we're doing right now." "Ma'am, I'm happy you feel that way. Heaven knows I've not been the best model student," I grinned. "But I really wish I knew where this conversation was headed." "Karen asked me to talk to you. Well Karen and Trudy actually." "Am I in some sort of trouble? Or maybe one of my girls?" I asked "No nothing like that. David is talking to Donnie as well." "Ok Ma'am, I'll bite. What is it that you want to talk about?" "I'm not a Spring Chicken anymore, it's getting more difficult to just be in the right place at the right time. I need to turn over the school to someone I know will keep my standards, while I still have the complete say so and ability to teach them to do it right." She said as we pulled up next to the little stand. "Why are you asking me about this? Surely you aren't considering me?" She rolled down the window and handed Miss Myra a wad of cash. "Get us both a Gyros, and two for Curtis on the gate." She rolled the window back up. "My choices have come down to three very talented, very determined young ladies. Unfortunately Karen has declined, now I am asking you." "Ma'am, I'm sorry, as much as I would love to, I have to say no." I looked at her half afraid of how my answer would affect her. She leaned over and hugged me, "I knew of course when I found out you were going to do this pregnancy thing that you would choose to raise your children. But Trudy and Karen both want you on the Board of directors. Trudy will be taking over the school next year, and she wants you and your sisters to be involved with Karen in helping her make the tough calls." "Ma'am I would do anything in my power for this school, you know that. Of course I'll accept the position." I answered. "But please tell me why you are really stepping down." "I won't lie to you. Karen and Trudy already know. David knows too, that's why he's turning the academy over to Miss Tr, Trudy's husband, umm, Marcus." She said. Now I was worried for her. I knew something was seriously wrong. This was the fifth time in two days she'd had trouble with her speech and memory. "I'm sorry where was I?" she looked around at the parking lot. "Oh is that Rudy's? What are we doing here Miss Madison?" "We came to get Gyros, remember?" "Are you knocked up? Is that why we're all the way out here? To keep your mother from finding out?" her right cheek had a very noticeable twitch. "Uhh, Ma'am, let me go get Miss Myra or Miss Trudy. They can explain everything better." "Yes you do that, I'm interested to know how you managed to get knocked up. You realize you still have three years of high school left? I had such high hopes for you too." I rushed over toward Miss Myra in a panic, but Miss Trudy intercepted me. "Malissa, what's wrong?" "Miss Clara, I, I don't know what's wrong with her, she thinks I'm still in Ninth grade." "No, oh god. Hurry we need to get her to the hospital." She got Myra's attention. "Malissa and I are going by the hospital, call Karen now!" "Darla, Mai Ling, get the girls back to school as soon as they're finished here." It was one of the fastest trips I'd ever made to the hospital that I was conscious for. But by the time we got there Miss Clara asked very calmly, "Why am I here? Did I have another spell?" "Yes Ma'am, but no one else saw it." "Miss Trudy answered her. "No one but Mrs Pierce, whom I am happy to see can still drive so well in her condition." She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Thank you sweetheart." "You're welcome Ma'am." "I'm afraid things are moving a bit faster than I was prepared for," she opened the car door and walked calmly inside. I drove slowly back to the Mall by myself trying to think about what was happening. My Cell Phone began to ring and I answered it. "You're ok?" Momma asked. "Mia Ling and Darla said you left with Clara and Trudy in a big hurry. Is the baby ok?" "Momma, oh god Momma I'm scared. It, it's not me or the baby Momma. It's Miss Clara, she, she, I think she's having strokes." "Oh shit, not another one," Momma said. "Dave, Clara had another stroke. We need to get hold of Vincent." "Momma, you knew about this?" "Yes and she insists on seeing this last class through graduation. She wants to see your baby born too before she retires. But if she keeps pushing herself it won't be possible." There was a long pause. "She doesn't want anyone to know about this Honey, but I think you know the right people to get involved with relieving some of the stress. But Miss Clara has contingencies in place in case the worst should happen." I knew it was supposed to make me feel better, but it didn't. When I got back I called my sisters and my closest friends, they needed to know so they could help me to help Miss Clara. We were just beginning to head back toward our own Dorms when the Colonel arrived. "Ladies," he greeted us. "You all look like you've been plotting something." "Is there no hope?" asked Mai Ling. "You have tried everything?" "Yes we've seen every specialist in the field, the only thing they can do is give her drugs to slow the progression." He answered. "These Specialists, they are from all over the world, No?" "Mai Ling, if you know of one we haven't tried please tell me, please." "Have you talked to Dr Tsing?" "My Surgery specialist?" I asked. "No, no his wife. She is the leading Doctor for Acupuncture. She teach me to use my needles. You see what they do for Porsche, yes?" "Yeah but Miss Clara is having strokes, how will that help?" I asked her. "Wait I will ask her. She will know if there is anything to be done." And with that Mai Ling dialed her phone. After what seemed like an eternity, but more like three minutes she launched into a rapid fire discussion in Thai. I could see a faint smile forming. Then, "Yes, yes please send it to my Email. Please a teacher needs the procedures she is like a," she said something in Thai that could only be Mother. "Thank you, I will see you soon." "Well?" I asked. "Did she have any ideas?" "She is sending me a map, but I need," she stopped and searched for the right words. "Sandalwood, how you say block incense." "Oh I know where to get that," piped up Rachel. I stared at her. "We need a pass to get out the gate though." Chimed in May. "And maybe a free pass to speed or we won't get there before they close." "Where do you need to go?" asked Miss Winters. But it was Laura Cross who answered. "I'll go, how much do you need?" Mai ling thought a moment, "Enough for two hundred needles. Half inch cubes. For three treatments until Dr Tsing arrives." "I'll call and have them ready for you, when you get there, is the Colonel going with you?" asked Porsche. "I need to stay with," "Yes I'm going," answered Miss Winters. The colonel looked at her in shock. "We will talk when I get back," she promised. "Malissa do you have any of your grandmothers tea?" "Yes, it's in my room," I answered. "Good it will help calm her nerves and relax her," advised Mai Ling. It was the first time any of us had been to the old mansion behind the Administration building. To say we were in Awe would be an understatement. But considering why we were all there we did little exploring. Mailing had printed off the pages of instructions all in Thai, but drawn on medical pictures of a female body. We had stolen the life sized charts out of biology class so that Mai Ling could work with a larger map. When Laura and Col Winters returned they had someone else with them. 'Ona' the old woman who ran the nail salon next to the Tattoo and piercing parlor at the mall. She exchanged a few words with Mai Ling, then said, "I will assist you. I began cutting the cubes already." Miss Clara had drank the herbal tea and was relaxed. "Mai Ling, Ona? Why are you here?" "Please Ma'am, we wish to try Acupuncture to help you feel better." "Oh," she giggled girlishly. "I always wanted to try that. Especially after I saw how it helped Miss Cross. I have this droopy eyebrow you see." "Yes Ma'am. It will help reteach the muscles." Ona ushered us all out of the room before they began. The needles had to be placed precisely and in the right order. The last one had to be placed before the first incense burned out. Three hours later they came out of the room, tired and almost ready to fall over. "We will rest now, she is sleeping. But we need to repeat the process in the morning." Mai Ling announced. "Mai Ling, you are excused from classes. You're worn out," announced Miss Karen. The Colonels had talked while we waited. I lay curled up on a Victorian style velvet covered loveseat and fell asleep, waiting to hear if the treatment had helped. I wanted Miss Clara to meet my Baby when she was born. I just knew she was going to, Mai Ling's Acupuncture was Magical for Porsche, so it had to work for Miss Clara, right?