Mother smiled politely, got up and left the room. Taking a page from her playbook, Callie acted as if nothing had been said.
“We need to start applying to colleges,” she told Martina. “The National Field Archery Association Foundation is offering scholarships, but there’s only one drawback.”
“What?” asked Martina. Callie said, “it is only granted after two years in a community college but your acceptance into a University is guaranteed as long as you have a 2.5 grade point average. I know I can beat that, and so can you. What do you think your mother and father would think about you going to a community college for a few years?”
Martina looked down and almost whispered, “father will hate it and mother will forbid it.”
Callie said, “you will be eighteen as soon as we get out of high school. You can do whatever you want without their permission or approval. Not only will you have the right to make your own decisions, you have an obligation to yourself to at least try to be something more than just an echo of them. Isn’t that what you want?”
When Martina didn’t answer, it was suddenly and painfully clear to Callie that old tradition and money and expectations had been too ingrained into Martina. She had tasted a tiny bit of freedom in being a part of Callie’s world, but Martina had never known how to dream of what might be, or what might have been. Her world of privilege was all she had ever known and there was comfort, albeit pedestrian, in that affluent world. The outside world…Callie’s world…was too frightening for someone who didn’t even know how to make her own bed, and fear of the unknown would take Martina too far from her comfort zone, even with Callie as her muse.
Callie gave Martina a hug. Martina slightly resisted. She seemed to instinctively know that it was a goodbye hug. Maybe not forever, but she and Callie would soon drift apart as Callie spread her wings and Martina’s slowly fell to the ground.
To be continued___________