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\u201cFine. There\u2019s a party.\u201d \u201cFigures,\u201d Holly replied. \u201cYou go. Have fun. Be safe. Use protection if you\u2019re having sex, and don\u2019t drink drive.\u201d \u201cMom,\u201d Alexis hissed. \u201cWe\u2019re in public.\u201d \u201cI just want you to be safe,\u201d Holly replied with a shrug. \u201cNow, go. Enjoy your college experience by drinking cheap beer and spending your Saturday hungover.\u201d \u201cYou go out tonight,\u201d Susan told her daughter.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, no. It\u2019s been a long week. I just want to chill out on the sofa and watch a movie.\u201d The first week of sharing the gym with LCC had gone relatively smoothly, though there were a few teething problems with the other teams from Pride that also used the space and couldn\u2019t understand why a rival team was using Pride resources. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t a question.\u201d Sasha\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cMama, what have you done?\u201d The older woman shrugged, busying herself in the kitchen. \u201cIt\u2019s a mother\u2019s prerogative to make sure her daughter is happy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am happy,\u201d Sasha promised. \u201cNo, my dear. You\u2019re not. Tonight, you\u2019re going on a date with David.\u201d \u201cDavid? Who the fuck is David?\u201d Sasha rose, her face reddening. She did not need her mother to get her a date. And certainly not with a man. \u201cHe\u2019s the coach of the football team.\u201d \u201cCoach Fines? You got me a date with Coach Fines? He\u2019s at least thirty- five.\u201d Sasha thought back to those early days when she\u2019d run into the coach in the library. He\u2019d asked her out on a date then.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d said no. \u201cAnd he makes a good living. Very stable job. He understands the demands of your job, too. Besides, a football player and a cheerleader are the most perfect couple. And thirty-five isn\u2019t that much older than you.\u201d If they were arguing about Holly Morgan, Sasha might have agreed.<\/p>\n

David Fines was a whole different ballgame. \u201cMom, I don\u2019t need a boyfriend. I told you. I\u2019m just fine by myself. And even if I wasn\u2019t happy, which I am, I don\u2019t need some football coach to make me happy.\u201d \u201cWell, it\u2019s a little late for that. He\u2019ll be here in forty minutes. Now, go and hop in the shower and make yourself beautiful.\u201d Sasha groaned, ready to protest, to tell her mother she couldn\u2019t go on a date with him.<\/p>\n

Except then she\u2019d have to tell her mother why she couldn\u2019t go on a date with Coach David Fines. Frankly, it was easier to just go on the date and be done with it. Sasha stomped toward her bedroom, still grumping silently as she stepped into the warm spray of her shower. The water pressure could be better and half the time the water was lukewarm, but she savored each moment there. When she slipped into a pair of jeans, lamenting that leggings wouldn\u2019t be appropriate for a date, her mother poked her head in.<\/p>\n

\u201cDavid would like to know if you like barbecue?\u201d \u201cJust… ugh. I wish you hadn\u2019t done this.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Holly heaved the heavy backpack higher onto her shoulders and balanced the box she was carrying a little steadier. The suitcase she was dragging behind her teetered a little. \u201cThis one!\u201d Alexis called out from a little ahead. Holly dodged past a kid who didn\u2019t look older than fifteen, carrying a box twice the size of her, and ducked through the door her daughter had just disappeared through. How could one kid possibly need so much stuff for college? Holly gratefully dropped the box onto the bed and let the backpack fall to the ground in front of her.<\/p>\n

Holly glanced around the room that her daughter would be calling home for the next nine or so months. It felt like just yesterday that Alexis was starting her first day of school, two little red pigtails bouncing on her shoulders. The room was basic. Two beds, two desks, two chairs, and a lot of brown wood that made the room look older than it was. The Pride College welcome packet touted Building P as the latest in dorm room comfort. There was little evidence of that comfort that Holly could see.<\/p>\n

Bags, boxes, and suitcases littered the room, already mixing together in a mesh of workout tops, photos, linen, and school gear. A green and gold Pride College flag was already hung on the wall near the entrance, likely a decor choice by the unaccounted-for roommate. \u201cOkay, I think we can get everything else in one last trip,\u201d Holly said. She caught Alexis glancing around the room, emotions dancing across her face\u2014happiness, apprehension, excitement.<\/p>\n

Whatever Holly\u2019s feelings were about Pride, she was glad Alexis had made what was clearly the right choice for her. \u201cI can\u2019t believe I\u2019m finally here,\u201d Alexis muttered falling onto her unmade mattress. Holly smiled. \u201cI\u2019m so proud of you, sweetheart.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re not going to get all corny on me, are you?\u201d Alexis asked from her spot on the bed.<\/p>\n

Holly shrugged. She busied herself with getting the little bar fridge plugged in and cooling down. \u201cIt\u2019s a big day. Your mom\u2019s allowed to get a little corny.\u201d For as nervous as Holly was, Alexis was perfectly calm with the changes in her living situation. She bounced upright and started opening drawers and closets.<\/p>\n

\u201cAny idea where those sheets ended up?\u201d Alexis asked a few moments later.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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