Sulan Box Set (Episodes 1-4) by Camille Picott

Author:Camille Picott [Picott, Camille]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pixiu Press
Published: 2018-07-09T22:00:00+00:00

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The walk home is agonizingly silent. Riska flies beside me, mrowing and twitching his tail. Dad keeps his hand on my arm the entire time, as if he’s afraid I’m going to make a run for it.

“Dad,” I say when we finally get back to our house.

“Not a word.” He steers me to the couch and pushes me down. Then he paces back and forth in front of me, crimping his hands in his hair and creating a masterpiece of a mess. Riska flies in a circle around his head.

“Sulan,” he says at last, turning to face me. He can’t quite bring himself to look me in the eye. “Did, uh, your mother ever, uh, talk to you about … about things?”

I blink at him in confusion. I was expecting a lecture, not questions. “What things?”

“Things.” Dad makes a helpless gesture. Riska whines. “You know.”

“No.” I shake my head. “I don’t know. Are you and Ast—”

“Things!” Dad shouts, as though he’s trying to drown out my words. He takes a deep breath and yanks on his hair again. “Boy and girl things?”

My mouth drops open. My face heats up again.

A sex talk. My dad is trying to have a sex talk with me. Can I die right now?

“Dad,” I begin, trying to figure a way out of this conversation, “Taro and I—”

“I suppose it’s only natural,” Dad mutters, pacing again. “Aston and your mother—”

“What?” I sit up straight. “Mom and Aston what?”

He scrubs a hand over his face. “You have to be careful,” he says. “Do you—”

“Dad, what were you going to say about Mom and Aston?”

He ignores my question. “Do you need anything?”

“Need anything?” I scrunch my face in confusion. “Like what?” A spying guide for dummies would be nice. Do they even have such a thing?

“Things.” Dad makes another helpless gesture. “For—boy and girl—things.”

His implication nearly makes me faint. Seriously, if I had a gun right now, I would happily shoot myself.

“I’m not sleeping with Taro, Dad.” Riska yowls and lands on my shoulder, the fur along his spine bristling. “We weren’t doing anything. Just … talking.”

“I know what it’s like to be a teenager,” Dad continues, as if I haven’t said a word. “Hormones. Attraction. It’s only natural. Taro is a nice enough kid, I suppose—”

“I’m not sleeping with him!” I stand up from the sofa so fast that I dislodge Riska. He swoops around the room, growling. I take a deep breath, trying to recover a sense of calm. “Don’t worry, I know how the birds and the bees work. Mom explained that to me.”

With that, I charge out of the living room.

“Sulan—”

I pretend not to hear him and shut my door with more gusto than necessary. I grimace as Riska yowls from the other side, scratching at the carpet. I open the door just wide enough so he can zoom inside, then shut it again.

I let out a breath and slide to the floor, my back against the door. This night could not have been a bigger disaster.

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