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High School Girls

... that's all." He pushed a brussel sprout across the plate. "We're not friends anymore." To his surprise, his mom chuckled. "You're always having arguments with her, dear. And you always make up the next day. That girl's got a temper, but you've never let it phase you before." "Yeah... but this time's different." "Like the last time? Or the time before that?" Her mom sighed. "We all have faults and flaws, and part of being a friend is being accepting of that. There's an old quote - like your friends for their virtues, and love them for their flaws. We all have crosses to bear, Dana." Dana's father slyly added "And yours is being devastatingly beautiful, my dear." Dana rolled her eyes as her mom giggled. She turned back to Dana. "Don't worry so much about it, Dana. I know she's a good friend, and good friendships don't break up just because you quarreled. What was the argument about? Dana returned to her plate. "Nothing serious, Mom." She realized she was still angry. She hadn't done anything wrong! But, a small voice whispered to her, you had been implicit in doing something by doing nothing. You could have told them from the start that you like being a girl and didn't want to change, or even help them. Then at least they could have known instead of just waiting for you to magically fix things. His anger dulled, washed away by sorrow. As wise as his mom was, she didn't think Sam or Joe would ever want to speak to her again. *** The phone rang, and Joe started. He and his mom ...

... had been on the couch, and he had laid his head in his mom's lap as she gently caressed his hair, and slowly his crying had subsided into dry heaves. He heard Jack answer the phone. "Jo? It's Samantha. She wants to talk to you." "Tell her Jo's not available, Jack." "No Mom, it's okay." Joe got up and took the phone from Jack, who was looking worried at him. He gave him a wan smile, and Jack returned it. "Hello?" "Oh thank God!!! For fuck's sake Joe, where the hell have you been? We've...I've been worried sick about you!" "Oh shit Sam... you won't fucking believe it... I'll give you a call later, okay? " "...okay. Call me. Promise, okay?" Joe promised and hung up. "Sit down, Jo. Jack, a little privacy please." Joe gulped as Jack tromped upstairs to his room. He sat down on the couch and turned to his mom. "Mom, I... I..." I'm a slut? A whore? "I know what's going on Jo. I know you've just had sex." Jo's mouth closed with an audible click. How? "I'm not blind, Jo. I know the just-fucked look. I can smell the sex on you. I... I wanted to always have this talk with you, but before, you always pushed me away. But I can see you're trying, Jo." "Mom, I..." "Shhh. Let me finish. I'm going to talk plainly to you, Jo. Woman to woman, because you are a woman now, and it's time I treated you like one, though you will always be my baby girl in my heart." Joe felt his throat close up. Goddamnit, stop it, stop crying! "I know how powerful it is. The urge. I know, because you get that from ...