Denver Cereal Denver Cereal

Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty-nine : Nothing to see here (part six)

CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SIXTY-NINE

(part six)

“A passion?” Delphie asked.

“You know, like they have,” Ivy said. “Did you know that Katy had ‘horsey bags’ years before she’d ever been on a horse? That’s … I want to have something like that that’s not just about my trauma and loss.”

“Ah, yes, makes sense,” Delphie said.

“Katy loves horses. Noelle loves art,” Ivy said. “Even Tink loves sewing and she’s going to be swimming and …”

“Charlie,” Delphie said.

“That, too,” Ivy said.

“What kind of thing do you think you might be interested in?” Delphie asked.

“I don’t know,” Ivy said. “The only other thing I did was help to find you. And, well, that’s done.”

Delphie wondered for a moment if Ivy felt that it was her fault for Ivy not having a “passion.” She shook off this ridiculous thought. Instead, Delphie decided to take Ivy at her word. Delphie began to ask about a variety of things. Ivy was too polite to do anything other than answer Delphie’s questions. So they began to a verbal dance.

“Do you like art?” Delphie asked.

“No,” Ivy said, emphatically. “I really suck at that.”

“What about playing a musical instrument?” Delphie asked. “Do you like those lessons you’re taking with Bernie?”

“Not really,” Ivy said. “I mean, I think it’s good to do. I mean, I like being around Bernie. I just don’t love the piano, you know?”

“I do,” Delphie said. “How about something physical like running or martial arts or …”

Ivy shrugged.

“I take martial arts with everybody once a week,” Ivy said. “I know that Nash and Teddy go every day, but I don’t like it enough to get that interested in it.”

“Running?”

Ivy shook her head.

“How about archery?” Delphie asked. “Mr. Max would teach you.”

“I love Mr. Max, but …” Ivy shook her head.

Delphie wracked her brain. She tried to think of the skills that people she knew had.

“What about smart stuff like rockets?” Delphie asked.

Ivy shook her head.

“Maybe math? Or computers? Or writing?” Delphie asked. “You do love to tell stories.”

Ivy shook her head.

“Would you like to be in a play?” Delphie asked.

“They don’t have those at my school,” Ivy said.

“Not now, but they would if you asked for it,” Delphie said.

Ivy sighed. Delphie glared at the back of Ivy’s head in frustration. Delphie kept carefully combing Ivy’s hair and braiding it.

“Have you ever …” Ivy started.

Delphie looked up from her work with hope. She waited. Ivy didn’t continue.

“Have I ever …” Delphie said.

“Um,” Ivy said. “Remember those photos I showed you?”

Delphie scrunched up her face and tried to remember which photos Ivy was talking about. She took a breath to ask if Ivy was talking about the baby elephants when Ivy spoke.

“You know, of that nebula?” Ivy asked. “You know the stars?”

Of all the things Delphie was going to say, she was not going to guess that Ivy was talking a photo of a nebula. Delphie made a vague noise to avoid sounding relieved that she hadn’t said the wrong thing which would have launched another round of verbal dancing.

“I was thinking that maybe I would like to look at the stars,” Ivy said.

“Oh?” Delphie asked.

“Uh-huh,” Ivy said, nodding. “Kind of expensive.”

“Expensive?” Sam asked from the doorway. “That sounds like my cue. What’s expensive?”

Denver Cereal continues on Monday…

Next: Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy : View of the stars (part one)

Previous: Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty-nine : Nothing to see here (part five)

Main Archive Page

This work, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.