A call from Rhia

"What's up?" I answered my phone.

"Hey," Rhia said on the other end of the line. "Are you busy?"

"Not dramatically," I said, minimizing the graphic I'd been working on for the local AAA hockey team. They wanted a refresh of their graphics for the jumbotron screen before their next season and had thankfully come to me earlier than the week before the opening game this year. "What can I do for my favourite- Well, shit, I guess it's not fair if I say 'favourite college coed' anymore, is it?"

"How about 'favourite brunette coed?'" Rhia said, and I could hear the grin on her lips. "That way Elyse can be your Blonde and Tori can be your... Well, black doesn't work. Raven? Noir? Why isn't there a term like brunette and blonde for black hair?"

"Don't ask me, darlin'," I said. "I just speak the words, I don't make 'em up." I could feel her rolling her eyes at me over the phone - she'd done a lot of growing up, but she hadn't lost that teenage tendency yet. Then again, neither had her Mother.

"Well, as your favourite brunette college coed, I just wanted to call and say that from now on you have my permission to tell my Mom about what happens in our game," Rhia said.

"Oh," I said. It was a Monday and I'd seen Mel twice for coffee since the last session, and that second time she hadn't brought it up at all. "Are you... sure about that?"

"Yeah," she said.

"I assume you traded... something, to give that away," I said.

"She... might be... telling me things," Rhia said. "Old stories."

I groaned, and she snickered a little.

"Don't believe everything you hear," I said.

"Oh, I think she's telling mostly the truth," Rhia said. "Though she'll only tell me stuff about you, her and Dad. Nothing about anyone else."

"Which brings up an important note - you can give permission all you want for stuff that involves you, and your Mom knows pretty much everything about me already except for this game so I have no true shame - but that's not permission to talk about Elyse and Tori. The fact that your Mom and Dad know about them isn't super fair to begin with, let alone divulging details."

"Fuck," Rhia sighed. "OK, yeah, that's true. Let me think about that, OK? Maybe I should get permission from Mom to tell them."

"Whatever happens, you'll need to tell them everything," I warned her. "Including that you'd been hoping for this from the start."

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. "Fuck," she finally said.

"Welcome to the real world, Rhia," I said. "Where secrets can hurt the ones we love."

"I'll figure it out," she promised.

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