Marvelon

Soph and I finished eating. She stored Shelly’s unfinished meal in the food warmer and washed up. There was no use going after Shelly. I was in no mood to be reprimanded. Again. Gramps gave me enough to last a lifetime. When Shelly was ready to come to me with what was wrong with her, I would be here.

Sophie wiped the counters and turned to me. “Okay, so, I have time now. I’m going to use it to make the forms. Do you know how many copies we’ll need?”

Land was crawling with merfolks. They were good at blending in. There was no telling how many of them were here. 

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Let's start with three hundred and send me the original soft copy before you start making copies. I want it to bend to Mom.” 

If I was going to make any moves, Mom should be the first to know. It would be hell on earth if she was the last. Regardless of the fact I was her son, there were things no on