I Am Eggplant - Part 2
by Zac Kish
Okay.
Okay?
OKAY!
We’re doing this.
Yes we are!
AHHHHHHH!
Sorry, just trying to get myself psyched up.
Understandable.
Do we have to do this?
Can’t we just, like, wait till it pops out?
You have to tell your parents, Em.
But what are they going to say?
Hold on…
Pulling the magic 8 ball out of my ass…
Don’t be a dick.
It says “Answer hazy. Try again.”
Ugh.
Do you have a towel? I think the hasty extraction accounts for the haziness.
Ew.
But no really, a shitstorm is about to rain down upon me.
Now it says, “Emily, everything is going to be fine, I’ve told you a thousand times."
"Just take a deep breath and go be straight with your parents. I love you.”
Aw, I love you too, Magic 8 Ball.
When you get home, I’m going to shake you just right ;)
Is it weird that I’m jealous of the magic ball now?
You are the magic ball, Dom.
Okay, I like that.
Wait…
Are you saying I pulled myself out of my own ass?
That is the best description of you I’ve ever heard.
Mean. Your cutesy banter privileges are revoked.
:(
:)
How’s it going with your parents?
Oh, I told them like a half hour ago.
You went inside already?!
You’re not inside yet?
That’s definitely not a picture of your car.
I know, my hands are so shaky that I couldn’t take a clear picture.
Google to the rescue.
You’re ridiculous.
It’s easier with your parents! They’re so laid-back!
Is not and are not!
Your dad is a total hippy...
and your mom majored in the individualized study of underwater basket-weaving in college.
It’s an under-appreciated art form.
Plus, you don’t even know how they reacted!
As far as you know they disowned me, stripped me of the family name...
and branded “disappointment” on my butt with a hot-iron!
You’re very butt-focused today.
Babe, I’m always butt-focused.
Okay, so how did they react?
Pretty well actually.
See!
Yeah, my mom’s in the attic grabbing some old stuff for us.
Seeee!
It was kind of weird though, they acted like it wasn’t a big deal at all.
Seeeeee!
Wait.
What did you tell them?
I said you were eggplant with a kumquat and we weren’t going to eat it.
Um...
What?
Are you sure they understood what you were saying?
Yeah!
I mean, I think.
You’ve really got to drop that metaphor.
It makes me feel safe. Like a security blanket.
Or snickerdoodles. I love me some snickerdoodles.
Samesies. But no, they totally got it.
They said they were going to help out however they can!
Okay, well at least that’s good.
Did you get out of your car yet?
Yes.
Did you really?
I did!
Then I got back in.
Don’t you think it’ll look a little weird for the neighbors to see this frazzled girl getting in and out of her car?
If anyone asks, I’ll just say the house is a crack den and I’m fighting the urge to get my fix.
Very neighborly of you.
I think I could actually live in this car. It’s comfortable enough.
Go in the house, Em.
The seats recline all the way.
Go!
There’s even a half-eaten bag of Cheetos in the back.
Sustenance! I’d never have to leave!
Em, go in the house or I’m breaking up with you.
Hey.
You only get to use that line one time in our relationship.
Do you really want to use it now?
No.
Ha! I win.
We will raise the kumquat in my car. It will be a car kumquat.
A carquat, if you will.
Now who’s overusing the metaphor?
You’re right, it does feel safe.
It’ll all feel safer when you talk to your parents.
Can’t you come help?
I’m in San Diego.
And?
You’re in Los Angeles.
Mhm?
Google maps says that’s only a 2-3 hour drive.
You’re right! Be there in a jiffy.
Okay, I’ll wait here.
Are you coming?
I’ll be back tomorrow, Em. You’ve got this. I have faith in you.
You’re Emily Freaking Duran and you’re the biggest badass I’ve ever known.
Grrr.
I am a pretty big badass.
Okay, I’m going in.
Godspeed, young one.
Text me when you’re done.
a few hours later
I need tissues.
How’d it go?!
It went…
I’ve never seen my dad cry.
He cried a lot.
He wanted to kill you a little, I think.
Uh oh.
But that passed. Then he cried more.
And your mom?
Well, she always cries. But she cried too.
And?
They’re so happy.
They’re going to be a Nana and Pop-Pop.
:)
And we’re going to be a mother and father.
Now I’m crying again.
You said the real words.
And you’re going to poop out a kumquat.
One step at a time, I guess.
I’m still crying.
Okay, well finish that up and come outside.
I’m in your car and I brought snickerdoodles.
???
I drove back as soon as you asked me to.
This is too much crying, I’m dehydrated.
We may need to drive back to San Diego, though…
Why?
My mom gave me a bunch of old barbecue stuff.
I think she took the whole “Emily’s eggplant with a kumquat” to mean we’re having a cookout.
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