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Date Posted: 12:45:57 04/19/03 Sat
Author: Iggy!
Subject: Chapter Fifteen: Separation Anxiety Disorder (First Person - Iggy!)

Several thoughts, thankfully blocked from Amanda, popped into my head as we made out before REEB made his landing.

1. I can hear Amanda's thoughts = My life as a bachelor is over = YAY!!

2. That torture won't stop Junior. If anything, she just gave him a reason to double the insults. Shoulda let me kill him.

3. I should let Mama know I'll be late getting home.

It was with that last thought, and the thankful arrival of REEB as a distraction, that I pulled away from Amanda's lips. I needed to get to a phone.

"Anybody got a cell phone on 'em?"

"I do," said Menkin. I could see by the look in her eys that Tay was thankful we stopped. Not that that mattered. Menkin handed his cell over to me and I made the call (collect, natch.) home.

"Hello?"

"Hey. Mama? It's Alex."

"It's almost eight o'clock! Whatchu doing so late at yo' friend's house?"

"I'm not at Luis's. I'm in Dalton, Georga."

"WHAT!?"

"When I was at Luis's I started changing. I'm a demon now. I'm a character that I created. There are some people here in Dalton that're goin' through th' same thing, so maybe I can get some answers here."

"You git yo' ass back here right now, Alexander!"

"I can't. I gotta find out what's happening to me! Didn't you here on the news about some wierd stuff going on?"

"I don' give a fu-" She sturns away from the phone. I can barely overhear Dad telling her that a eight-foot-tall robot man/gryphon has been traveling through Georgia. And that witnesses reported seeing a young boy traveling with seventeen "real live" Scooby-Doos at one point in Cincinati. She turns back to the phone.

"I want you to find a way to turn you back to normal, then you git the hell back up here, you hear me!?"

Sigh. She sounded pissed off all the time. this time more than ususal. Like it's my fault that I'm "The Great Enigma!" now. Maybe it is. But I swear that I heard a little fear in her voice, too.

Cool. I made Mama scared. ^_^ "I will. I promise. Goodbye." I hang up and pass the phone to Luis. He'll have a lot to explain to his mom about. 'Specially since she doesn't like her kids going across the street without her, not to mention several thousand miles southeast.

Amanda comes up to me. "What was that about? I could hear her screaming at you from feet away!"

"Sigh. Your parents don't seem to care much about you, right?" She nods. "Ours care a little too much. Separation Anxiety Disorder, I think. Mama acts pissed and paranoid all the time, but really, she'd fall apart if something happend to her kids, or me. And I'm her God-son. I'm not even related."

"Oh." We turn to hear Luis try to get a word in edgewise over the phone, but all he can spout is, "Yes, Mom, but..."

Junior snickers to himself at his brother's futile attempts to explain to his mom, until he gets the phone. It only takes him a few seconds of talking before he gets frustrated and cries.

Really, I'm just as worried as our folks are. We might not get home, ever. And what if the LEMON writers are changing, too. I think things are gonna get worse before they get better.

And where IS J.T., anyhow?

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