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Chapter 7 by Storier Storier

You need a tomboy to talk to about this wacky Master Tomboy thing...

This is all so strange, and you feel estranged. Seek out a stranger.

While Mom feels like the obvious choice since she's closeby, you still feel uncertain about her keeping secrets from you.

Where other people's moms coddle and soften, your mother's always been open with you, always laid it out how it was. Her pragmatic advice of, "No way you could be president, you wouldn't want to be either - the political establishment is a machine," or, "Going to school to study art will be fun but it won't get you a job," and so on, has saved you from mountains of trial and error. You owe her for that.

But Mom keeping her deeply held life beliefs from you is so out of character. It makes you feel like you don't know her at all. That maybe you never knew her. And for what, because Dad said so? Dad always kept his secrets, that's why you've always been closer to Mom. Losing him was tough, but internally, you were grateful that if you had to lose a parent, it was him.

Until you come to terms with your father's legacy, until you wrap your mind around this Master Tomboy thing, Mom is a sore spot you'd rather avoid.

You'll have to go to someone else. And left feeling estranged by Mom, in such a strange situation, perhaps it's fitting that you go to a stranger instead.

But not right now. You're exhausted. You'll still be "the Master Tomboy" after you get some sleep.

Tossing a light blanket over your blinds to better block the light, you drag yourself off to bed. You slip under the covers, fatigue settling heavily over you. Mentally, you list places to find a tomboy to talk to, but you keep drawing blanks and repeating yourself...

Do you wake up with an idea?

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