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       Study Hole
   DIR By: StoryGod
       Date: December 28, 2019, 10:00 pm
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       Marion would leave extra-curriculars for another day. She wanted
       that cemetery trip so that meant getting a flying start on her
       French verbs, geometry axioms and theorems, and reading about
       Japan for part of nonWestern studies. There were also molecules
       for biology and sentences to diagram for English, as well as the
       lesson in how to write a really perfect paragraph.
       If Marion could squeeze out enough studying Saturday morning,
       she might even work in some free swimming with Zia who was
       really learning to swim. That was something worth enjoying and
       celebrating, and if Marion threw herself into her work, she
       could stop thinking about her parents. They were in a new sober
       home. They needed time to resurface.
       A few minutes before five o'clock, Marion's phone buzzed. It was
       the Kotiah-Yovanovitch app letting her know that tonight was
       family dinner. Marion wondered whether she minded the rest of
       her suitemates besides Zia. So far, no one had done anything
       outright mean, but Kelsey with whom she shared geometry sat in
       the back of the room and snorted from time to time, softly so
       that Ms. Brookfeld didn't hear her. "I don't need to be sharing
       a table with that," thought Marion. Of course with Miz Miella
       present, perhaps everyone would be civil. Anyway, Marion could
       not escape family meal.
       Then Marion noticed she had email. It was from The Lawyer, the
       one defending her parents.
       [Quote]
       Dear Marion:
       This is to let you know that your parents now reside at Haven of
       Recovery Sober Home at 555 Lefferts Lane, DeLand, Florida.
       Unlike their previous residence where anything went, this sober
       home is quite strict, and asks for all residents to surrender
       their cell phones for the first two weeks. Your parents are
       otherwise fine, and if they do not respond to your messages it
       is not because something bad has happened. You are still free to
       write to your parents by US Postal mail.
       Horace P. Fincke Esq.
       [/Quote]
       Marion wanted to scream. She cried instead. "They've cut me
       off!" was all she could think. Marion staggered to the bathroom,
       washed her face, gasped, wondered if she could feign illness,
       and then realized she was due to join the "family table" under
       the scarlet scarf.
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