Letter From The Editor - Issue 69 - June 2019

Bookmark and Share

About IGMS / Staff
Write to Us
Print this Story

Issue 7
Silent As Dust
by James Maxey
Lost Soul
by Marie Brennan
The Price of Love
by Alan Schoolcraft
The Braiding
by Pat Esden
After This Life
by Janna Silverstein
The Smell of the Earth
by Joan L. Savage
From the Ender Saga
Ender's Homecoming
by Orson Scott Card
Tales for the Young and Unafraid
The Talk
by David Lubar
Split Decision
by David Lubar
A Plague of Butterflies
by Orson Scott Card
InterGalactic Medicine Show Interviews

The Talk
    by David Lubar
The Talk
Artwork by Lance Card

An assortment of reactions ran through the class when the announcement was made. Behind me, I could hear Kenny Harcourt snickering. On my right, I saw Mary Beth Adderly whisper something to Kara Chen. Kara blushed. On my left Tyler Horvath looked up at the speaker with no expression. Next to him, Eddie Moldour was grinning smugly.

I listened as the announcement was repeated. "All girls please report to the auditorium," Principal Sestwick said.

We knew what that meant. It was time for The Talk. It was no great mystery. They'd get the girls together and explain stuff about puberty and growing up. It was also no big deal -- for guys. We had it simple and easy.

"All boys please report to the gym," Principal Sestwick added.

"Great," I said, turning around toward Bobby Mussleman. "Maybe we'll get to play dodge ball while they talk to the girls."

"That sounds good," Bobby said. "Wouldn't be fair if they made us sit here and work."

We got up and headed to the gym, while our teacher, Mr. Mercante, made a few half-hearted attempts to keep us from running, pushing, or talking too loudly. At the gym doors, we merged with the boys from the other three sixth-grade classes.

I expected to see our gym teacher waiting for us. Instead, Principal Sestwick came in and went over to a microphone that had been set up at one end of the gym.

"Sit down, boys," he said.

I grabbed a spot on the floor, next to Eddy. "What's up?" I asked.

"No idea," he said.

"In the next few years," the principal began, "you'll begin to notice some changes."

Next to me, Eddy squinted at his hand; then, in a fake scream, he whispered, "I've got hair on my knuckles. Oh no, save me. I'm changing."

I choked down the laugh that was threatening to explode out of my mouth. It was a good thing I wasn't drinking milk -- the spray would have shot three or four feet from my nose. "Cut it out," I managed to say when I'd gotten back in control.

The principal was still talking, even though Eddy and I weren't the only ones who were horsing around. "Some of this might be frightening or confusing to you," he said, "but please keep in mind that everything that happens is perfectly natural."

He paused and looked across the crowd, then went on with the talk. "The first signs might be very small. One day, you'll find yourself reading the newspaper. And not just sports and comics, but also the news."

"What's he talking about?" I asked Eddy.

"No idea," Eddy said.

"I read the paper," Tyler said.

Someone behind him said, "Who cares?" and smacked him on the head.

"You'll find yourself keeping track of your money," Principal Sestwick said. "You might even make out a budget. Eventually, you'll even consider opening a checking account as a first step toward establishing credit."

Principal Sestwick took a deep breath, then went on. "As these changes occur, you'll even find yourself looking at insurance policies, as well as . . ."

He kept on talking. I was almost too shocked to listen. Around us, I could see kids staring at the principal with amazement. These things he was talking about . . . "These are things our parents do," I said aloud as the realization struck me. "He's saying we're going to do them, too!"

"Not me," Eddie said. "I'm never doing any of that stuff. No way."

A shudder rippled through me. "But our parents --"

"Shut up." Eddie cut me off. "Don't talk about it."

I had to agree with him. Not me, I thought. Never.

A few minutes later, The Talk was over. We all got up, rising like zombies, stiff and stunned, and dazed. On the way back to class, we ran into the girls. They were looking mostly pretty giggly. A few of them looked embarrassed, but all in all they looked a lot better than the boys around me.

Kara caught my eye. She was more mature than most of the girls, and she didn't seem embarrassed to be coming back from the girl's version of The Talk.

"What did you boys do?" she asked.

"Dodge ball," I said before I even had a chance to think.

"Lucky you," Kara said.

"Yeah. Lucky us."

Home | About IGMS
        Copyright © 2022 Hatrack River Enterprises   Web Site Hosted and Designed by WebBoulevard.com