“Okay,” she whispers, “I’ll… I’ll think about it.”įor one, Marcy doesn’t actually have any classes with her friends. You know we’ll accept you no matter what form of love you prefer the most.”Īnd it’s been nine years, but the overwhelming love and acceptance Marcy feels here, in Olivia’s arms, has her swallowing down a sob, curling against her for as long as she dares before finally reluctantly pulling back. “And… and it’s okay? That I like them? Both of them?” Marcy sniffs, but she buries her face into her a-niang’s curly hair, shoulders shaking. If you need some help deciding, you know your mama and I are here to help.” “Your friends think the world of you, my dear,” Olivia says, and there’s a fond smile on her face as she leans forwards, wrapping her arms around Marcy’s shoulders. “I can’t just… ask them out! We’ve been friends since kindergarten! What if they don’t like me like that?” “A-niang,” Marcy whines, and she shifts in her seat, turning her head to give her mother the most desperate look she can muster. “Well, sweetling, I’m sure Anne and Sasha would love if you asked them to the dance,” her a-niang says, calmly, like the sentence doesn’t shake Marcy’s entire world because how did she know how did she know how did she know- “oh, don’t give me that look. “So what should I do? Should I wait for someone to ask me? Should I take the initiative for once?” Marcy sighs, and she stares down at her lap as Olivia finishes pinning the last of her braids, adding her trademark seashell clip to top it all off. Everyone’s gonna go with their boyfriends and girlfriends.” “And it’s like, tradition to ask people to it. Marcy hesitates, staring at herself in the mirror to boost her own self-confidence.
Through the mirror, though, she must see the internal conflict written all over Marcy’s face she knows her daughter too well. Olivia’s hands are carefully brushing her hair - a routine they’ve had since Marcy became theirs, even though Marcy is seventeen now and can very clearly take care of herself - and pinning it into little braids. Her a-niang’s voice snaps her out of her spiraling thoughts before she can go too much further, and she jolts, glancing up to stare at herself in the mirror. “Marcy, darling, is something the matter?” It’s so bad, the worst situation she’s ever faced in her entire life, she doesn’t know what she’s going to do with herself!
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