CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SIXTY-EIGHT
Saturday morning — 9:14 a.m.
“Are you in terrible pain?” Sissy asked Sandy.
They were talking on a computer program via the Internet. Because Sandy’s jaw was wired shut and her fingers broken, she was only able to tap out messages on the keyboard. Sissy would ask a question and then wait while Sandy answered via text.
“On lots of meds,” Sandy tapped out.
“You look horrible,” Sissy said.
“Gee, thanks,” Sandy said. She made the effort to do a big wink.
The absurdity of Sandy’s wink made Sissy laughed. Sandy gestured to Sissy.
“Please,” Sandy typed. “Tell me about you.”
“Me?” Sissy asked. Her hand went to her chest and she shook her head. “I didn’t just almost die!”
Sandy’s head moved from side-to-side.
“I’m just worried about you,” Sissy said.
Sandy’s braced hands went together in a prayer position. Her blue eyes plead with her younger sister. Sissy nodded.
“Well …” Sissy sighed and looked down as she tried to think of what to share. “The term is winding down. Can you believe that I’ve been here a whole year?”
Sandy as big of a shake of her head as the neck brace would allow.
“Me too,” Sissy said. “I’ve decided to stay an additional year, even though I’ll be older when I leave. Do you remember that we talked about that?”
Sandy gave a restricted nod. They’d spent hours in video Internet calls going back and forth about Sissy staying or going. She’d finally decided to stay.
“Almost no one in my class is staying,” Sissy said. “Just the head male and head female. They said that they wanted to refine their skills, but really they are looking at the best companies in the world. Another year will allow them to be a little more choosey. I’ve wondered if they’ll stay the year.”
“Is …that …what … you …are … doing?” Sandy tapped out.
“I’ll stay the year,” Sissy said.
“Better offer?” Sandy tapped out.
“Maybe. I mean never say never, right?” Sissy asked. “Mostly, I’m not sure if I want to stay in Paris at the Ballet de l’Opéra national de Paris or come back to the US to work or wherever.”
Sandy didn’t respond so Sissy continued.
“I guess you know that,” Sissy said. “I think that I have to be honest and say that I’m a little scared to be done with school. I mean, I love being here. In Paris, sure. At school, of course. I know that I went to school in New York, but here it’s just … le vie.”
Sissy blinked at Sandy and then translated, “the life. Ballet is life here not just something I do for school.”
Sissy nodded to herself.
“Ivan says that being a part of a company is like being in school but more intense because everyone has their level and is competing to move up. I don’t know if I’d like all that competition, you know?”
Sandy’s eyes seemed to laugh at Sissy.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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