“I don’t want to do everything,” Frederica said. “I just want to go places.”
“That’s what your education’s for.”
“Not what I meant.” Frederica sat up. “Wouldn’t you have wanted this when you were my age?”
“When I was your age, I was afraid to go outside,” Angela said. “Trust me, you’re making good progress.”
“You’ve been saying that for years.”
“And it’s still true,” Angela said. “Look, just focus on school for a while and before you know it….”
“Yeah, yeah,” Frederica said. “You know, I think you’ve let this whole ‘mentor’ thing go to your head.”
“Hey, that’s what big sisters are for,” Angela said. “Now, I’m going to meet Genesis for lunch shortly. Want to come along?”
Frederica glanced around the room.
“I think I’d like to take some time getting settled in first. Sorry.”
“No worries,” Angela said. “If you need anything or just want to talk, don’t hesitate to call.”
“Thanks,” Frederica said. “See you around.”
“Bye.” Angela hugged her sister. “Take care of yourself.”
She turned and strolled out of the room, leaving the door ajar. Frederica lay back again. She felt a little bad about turning down lunch after everything Angela had done for her. But Frederica wanted to build her own life here, not just be folded into her sister’s. So she figured she might as well start now.
She glanced at a box next to her bed and reached her mind out to it. A book floated out, then another, and another, rising up to her desk and lining themselves on a little shelf. Her laptop came next, popping itself open and plugging itself in. A framed photo of her family touched down behind it.
Frederica sat upright. A young woman stood in the doorway. She was tall, had brown skin and blue-streaked dark hair, and wore a faded heavy metal shirt. The music from earlier now blasted from an open door across the hall.