Depicting Marianna childhood in Maine.
After a time I said, “Mary is just a name. Who is Mary… the true Mary?”
“Only you can answer that, but as for today you can go have fun with your friends. Your father will just have to understand that a child must be a child.”
“Thank you, Mother,” and said and gave her a quick hug.
I ran off into the meadows to join Aurora and Richie. They were spending the day at the swamp. It had been many months since I had been able to break free and act irresponsible.
Science gave me direction, but being with friends lent me the social skills I was so desperately lacking.
“Mary, over here,” Aurora called from the stables. She waved her hands up and down like she was performing jumping jacks until I reached her. Richie stood near her leaning against the barn and wearing a sour face.
“Why invite her?” He asked while keeping his eyes on me.
“Richie,” Aurora scolded. “How can you be so sour towards Mary?”
“I don’t hang out with spoiled rich brats like her. If you were smart, Aurora, you wouldn’t either.”
“Spoiled, am I?” I said and took a few steps towards him. “That may be so, but I, unlike you, am not prejudicial of things that I hold no understanding of. You, dear friend, also should not.”
Richie looked blankly at me then to Aurora. She laughed and said, “She means, don’t dump on people you don’t know. Another thing, Richie, don’t argue with Mary, unless you want to get blown out of the water.”
“I’m not afraid of a girl,” he demanded.
I stood up to challenge his statement. “That is not necessarily true, Richie. You only announce you’re not afraid, because that is precisely what you are.”
“Am not,” he whined.
“Are so,” Aurora said before I had a chance to answer. “If Mary says you are, then you are.”
“Am not,” he said, folding his hands.
“Prove it,” Aurora said, challenging him. “If you think you can beat Mary go ahead.”
“Na, I don’t hit girls,” he said, wiping his hand in the air.
A brilliant story and it makes for very good easy reading … 
interesting how you have managed to capture it from a educated childs point of view …. missing out on there childhood ….. living the life of the Father ……
(Who obviously wants whats best for her but gets too caught up in teaching her ……. trying to set out her future the way he wants it to be)
Very good …… cannot wait to read more ……
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