Marching to a Different Accordion by Saxon Bennett

Author:Saxon Bennett [Bennett, Saxon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Lesbian, Fiction
ISBN: 9781594932427
Google: xvvOcQAACAAJ
Amazon: 1594932425
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2011-05-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen—Soul

‘Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.—R. Browning

“I don’t see the problem with it,” Gitana said as she buttered the toast.

Chase stared at her in amazement. “Only that I’m not supposed to do things like lesbian webcam panels in case someone recognizes me. I could become schizophrenic being two writers who are not supposed to be the same person.”

“People do not become schizophrenic because of pen names as it is a brain chemistry issue and embracing your lesbian self, something you’ve always been, would not produce multiple personalities. You are still Chase Banter, the lesbian romance writer, and Shelby McCall, dressed in tweed, the mystery writer,” Bud said. She took a piece of toast and smiled sweetly at Chase.

“Thank you, Dr. Freud.”

“I wouldn’t worry so much about it. You’ll be dressed entirely differently and your hair will be lighter. It’s kind of like a disguise,” Gitana said, handing Chase a piece of toast and the jar of peanut butter.

Chase looked at it with distaste. She’d suddenly lost her appetite. Reaching around the back of the kitchen stool and into her backpack, she pulled out a fresh pack of Mentos.

“You can’t have that for breakfast,” Gitana said, pouring Bud a glass of orange juice which she guzzled down, putting her glass out for more. “I certainly hope you’re not going to grow up to be a serious drinker.”

“They’re fruit-flavored. I had bought all the peppermint ones they had,” Chase said, attempting to open the stubborn package. Bud snatched them out of her hands. “Thank you. You know how package-challenged I am.”

Bud smirked and tossed them to Gitana, who handed them off to Annie, the dog, whom she had trained to bury Mentos packages out in the yard. Annie ran for the door before Chase could stop her.

“That’s not fair. You guys act like I’m a heroin addict.”

“Mentos have become your heroin,” Gitana said. “Do you have any more?” She nodded at Bud, who deftly took Chase’s backpack off the chair and began to search its contents, quickly locating the contraband.

“This is a violation of my civil rights,” Chase said indignantly.

“People with addictions forfeit their rights because they can no longer be responsible for their actions,” Bud said, handing over three more rolls to Gitana. Annie had returned and was given the rest. She eagerly took off.

“I’m so glad you talk now. It saves me from having to explain things,” Gitana said, stroking Bud’s head.

“I’m not. What does that say about me when a four-year-old has a better understanding of my behavior than I do?” Chase lamented.

“That you have a retarded sense of self,” Bud said, taking another piece of toast.

Chase took a desultory bite of hers. “I suppose you’re right.”

Bud stroked her forearm and looked empathetic.

“I think you should do the video,” Gitana said.

“But why?”

“Because—I can’t honestly believe I’m saying this—but Lacey is right. We have neglected our duty by slipping into the homogeneity of a culture that pretends to acknowledge our existence when in actuality it belittles and ignores and in some cases harms us.

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