Firestone Rings (The Two Moons of Rehnor, Book 4) by J. Naomi Ay

Firestone Rings (The Two Moons of Rehnor, Book 4) by J. Naomi Ay

Author:J. Naomi Ay [Ay, J. Naomi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ayzenberg, Inc.
Published: 2013-11-10T00:00:00+00:00


Before we moved to Mishnah, when we still lived in the big house by the sea, I saw my dad all the time. He and I would have breakfast together in the morning, and then, the Andorians would take me to my school. In the afternoon when I came home, I could go to my dad's office if he was there, and do my coloring or reading or math homework quietly in a corner.

I liked to be in his office even if I did have to be silent. He usually had Taner and a lot of people in there and others on the vid too. I liked to listen to him speak to these people. He used a lot of fancy words and spoke everything with his lilting accent. It was almost like singing to me. I liked how everyone called him Sir or Your Royal Highness, and I would watch as they bowed to him.

I pretended I was him and I copied him. I looked down my nose at everyone. I waved my hands to make things move even though they never did. I pretended I could shine my eyes at everybody who pissed me off and make them tremble in fear. When I was little, I wished I was just like him and I never really understood why I wasn’t.

Sometimes, my dad would play chess with me after I had finished my homework. I would sit on the floor with the board in front of me and he would be over at his desk talking to his staff guys and a black piece would move. My dad always played black. I would move one of my white ones and then he'd move again from way over across the room. Sometimes, I would pick up my piece and if he didn't like my move, the piece I was supposed to move would start jumping and dancing. In the midst of my dad's meetings, I would fall over on my side with laughter as a bishop or a knight jumped up and down on my board. I never beat my dad. He was never the type to let anyone win just for the sake of it. I did learn to play an expert game of chess though and could beat anyone else I ever played. My mom was a lousy chess player. She could never plan more than two moves ahead of time and usually, I could mate her within eight or nine moves.

My dad wasn't very good about playing ball or anything else with me. Mostly he was too busy running between the company, the hospital and later the planet. I remember once playing football out on the lawn though. We had a barbeque party or something and my mom was busy entertaining all our Rozarian friends and the staff, while my dad and a few of his friends like Thad and Berkan decided to toss a ball around. We formed teams and went at it for a while.



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