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       Poison Pen Part I
   DIR By: StoryGod
       Date: December 27, 2019, 12:16 pm
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       Corianne wanted to avoid Wolf-Shjenrubin for after school
       activities, because mechanical drawing in metal shop had given
       the hall of handicraft a bad name. She also needed to check her
       email, since Albina had made her write a letter to her father
       Tuesday night. There was a good chance he had written back, not
       that she was sure she wanted to hear from him.
       Corianne's mother was another matter. She talked about her
       students, her classes, what life in the Emirates was like.
       Corianne imagined her father finally letting her make the twelve
       hour plane journey there for the winter holidays. She was old
       enough now. Last Christmas her mother had come home for two
       weeks and Corianne's father had sent her to Texas to spend two
       weeks with her. Corianne wondered how to tell her mother about
       her conflicting feelings toward Tikvah and about Tikvah's
       troubles in general. Yes, being jealous was stupid, but why did
       she, Corianne, have to be such an awful klutz in metal shop. You
       can be jealous of somebody else' good luck when your own luck
       sucks.
       Corianne's email showed a fair amount of junk. The routine of
       deleting this unwanted stuff was soothing and mindless. Then she
       saw the letter from her father and opened it:
       [Quote]
       Dear Corianne,
       I hope you are finally learning lessons of life at this school.
       You are not the only pebble on the beach, and at school no one
       will give a heck whether you are high maintenance. There won't
       be fish or scallops every day, and your favorite fruits won't
       always be for dessert. If people want to watch fun shows on
       television, you will be stuck with that and you won't be able to
       go to your room and read, because no one at school has your
       prissy mother's high brow tastes. You will finally learn to get
       along. I am glad you are starting to do that. I am glad they
       make you play games in gym. I am glad they make you eat what you
       are served. Maybe after a year, you will be glad to come back to
       Indiana and really be part of the family.
       Dad
       [/Quote]
       "You effing bastard!" thought Corianne. "There was a reason I
       did not want to write you. Yes, I hated games. When is that
       news. It's not. No, I do get a choice of what to eat, lots of
       choices. Next thing you know, you'll say I have to do
       perspective drawing to rejoin the family. You and your 'whole
       family' out in Indiana can go fuck themselves!"
       Corianne let her head rest in the palms of her hands as she
       cried.
       "What's the matter," asked a male Suite Advisor who was acting
       as lab monitor.
       "My dad sent me a nasty letter," Corianne answered. "You need to
       print it off and show it to your suite advisor."
       "I only have fifty sheets free printing," Corianne reminded the
       man.
       "I'll pay. This is an emergency."
       Some dipshit male like her father would say Corianne cried for
       attention. She just cried because she was angry and fed up, and
       besides, it was much better than putting a fist through a wall.
       #Post#: 80--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Poison Pen Part I
   DIR By: StoryGod
       Date: December 27, 2019, 12:28 pm
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       Corianne's letter from her dad had to wait until after dinner
       for Albina to see it. During free time and before curfew, there
       was a line outside Albina's room. Corianne felt obscenely stupid
       as she waited on it. "Well it had taken six days for the
       honeymoon to end," she thought. "And if I'm high maintenance so
       are half the kids in the suite, at least judging from the line."
       Rupinder exited Albina's bedroom and Albina poked her head out
       and shook it with that sort of sad surprise adults are good at.
       Tikvah entered next. The door was closed a while. Then Tikvah
       emerged lost in thought. Next it was Nelia's turn. The
       appointment was brief. Meanwhile, another girl had gotten in
       line behind Corianne. Oh well, Corianne thought. "What does dad
       know anyway?"
       "My dad wrote me an awful letter?" Corianne began.
       "Did you print off a copy?" Albina answered.
       Corianne nodded.
       "Can you show it to me?"
       That should have been a rhetorical question. Corianne handed
       Albina the poison pet missive. Albina read it.Albina laughed.
       Corianne winced. "What is it about men who call all females who
       ask for anything high maintenance," she said. "Corianne, you
       know that's an insult. Your father should save it for his
       exwives and girlfriends. I'm sure he has plenty of those."
       "Cheryl is his fourth wife," Corianne answered.
       "In the right country, your father would drive a harem batty. As
       for the rest of the letter, it's a tissue of lies. You get
       plenty of choices at meal time. You can get a pass or take a
       substitute activity as long as it's supervised. Check the app if
       you don't believe me, and you're taking swimming in gym
       remember, advanced swimming."
       Corianne smiled. "And the reason I can't do mechanical drawing
       is that I am a klutz."
       "You have a visual issue, but you'll catch on. Now, I think you
       need to answer your father's letter."
       "What about the high maintenance part?"
       "It's bullshit. You are entitled to ask for things. No one here
       reads minds. Now get out your laptop and write your dad."
       "Can I give you a copy of the letter?"
       "Bcc it to me."
       "What's BCC?"
       "Blind carbon copy. When you click on To you see "cc" and "bcc."
       Check off bcc, and you can also bcc it to yourself so you know
       what you're telling your dad."
       "Thanks Albina." Corianne picked up the poison pen letter.
       Poison or truth could fly in two directions. It was only when
       Corianne sat down to compose her reply to her clueless father
       that she realized she was no longer jealous at Tikvah over being
       able to do mechanical drawing. Corianne made a mental note to
       find out where her roommate had learned that skill.
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