In the Basement
Angelique was coming out of the workshop downstairs when Emilia was coming in.
“Well, I guess it’s your turn, go ahead.” Emilia blurted out, voice full of frustration.
Angelique looked at her with a puzzled squint. “My turn for what?”
‘Damn near everyone else has pulled me aside for ‘a little talk’ so I figure it’s your turn.”
“Talk about what?” Angelique was still confused.
“Everyone has been pulling me to make sure I’m ready’, or ‘make sure I understand how serious’ and such. Well, the only two who haven’t are you and Allyson, so let’s get it over with!”
“I wasn’t going to. You know your shit and I figured you had it covered, but YOU tell ME what’s going on and maybe I can help.”
Emilia laid out her talk with her mother, her talk with Sabine and her latest one, the talk with Bekka. Angelique didn’t interrupt or make comment until she was through. She thought she had a handle on what was going on and knew she might be able to help Emilia in this.
“OK, so three different people, and three different agendas in what they were doing, the way I see it.”
“And those are?” was Emilia’s snarky reply.
“The thing with your mother, well it’s kind like what I got second hand from Allyson on the way to pick up Paige’s crew. She told me to keep an eye on my dad in case he got too busy thinking and acting like a dad instead of focusing on his job, his lane. It sounds like your mom is worried about doing the same thing herself and wanted you to know she can’t do that. She can’t be mom while we are out there. As for her worrying about you, you could be fifty and you will still be her ‘little girl’ and she will worry about you.”
“OK, so the mom speech makes sense, I guess. But what was the thing with Sabine? What was her special worry?” Emilia asked.
“Sabine? Hell if I know. I haven’t spent a lot of time with her, so I don’t have the magic decoder button for her. If what she said really bothers you, I say ask Paige or Andrea or Kara. They might know.”
“And Bekka?”
“Bekka? Bekka was just laying out what she is expecting you to do and making sure you have the info beforehand.” Angelique wasn’t sure if she should tell her the rest. ‘I will tell the truth, even though it costs me my life’ She closed her eyes for a moment before she started talking again.
“Bekka’s trying to fix the things she thinks she screwed up with me. I didn’t get everything laid out before we went on the first trip, and I got hurt and Garen almost died. They didn’t spell things out very well before the second trip and I damn near died. I don’t think Bekka’s explaining everything to you this way because she thinks you’re going to screw it up. It’s because she thinks she did.”
Angelique saw Emilia didn’t know what to say at that revelation.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t bring it up that way with her if I were you. Just look at what Bekka’s telling you as the same sort of info she would tell anyone who was going to be her co-pilot. She was making sure you two are on the same wavelength. If something she is telling you doesn’t make sense, ask, but make it an intelligent question. Act dumb and she will kick your ass because she knows better. And if she doesn’t, I will because I know better. Otherwise, if you need something, sing out. Does this help?”
“Yeah, it does. Thanks!” Emilia stepped past her into the workshop to get some gear. And froze. There was Bekka, adjusting some gear on one of the tables.