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Norasol is maybe my favorite character I’ve ever invented? Only I don’t feel like I invented her. She was named Abuelita at first, and then I decided against that, and she was Marisol for a hot minute, and then I changed it because of the Dave Van Ronk pronunciation of “Noah’s Dove” in Fare Thee Well. [If I had wings, like Nora’s dove…]
But almost everything else about her, she has invented herself, I swear. Writing this Shara/Kes thing, she’s only about forty, and she has informed me that she’s a lesbian hedgewitch, and also not psychic. I am really enjoying the shit out of her. I don’t know where she came from.
“I thought we had a chat about this,” Norasol said. “I thought we agreed you were going to stick to boys, on this trip.”
“You suggested that,” Kes corrected her, “and I told you I’d keep it in mind. I didn’t promise anything.” He managed not to roll his eyes, because he knew that would be a fatal mistake. “It’s not like I’d be any safer with boys.”
“You can handle yourself,” Norasol said, “I’m not worried about that, I’m worried about the fact that every girl you sleep with, you want to marry. And you’re twenty, Kes, so of course they break your heart, and then I have to carry your mopey ass home and deal with your shit. Listen to me and don’t sleep with any more girls until you’re thirty.”
“What could that possibly fix?” Kes asked, too amused to be angry with her.
“It would fix your problem,” Norasol said, “because no girl wants to marry a boy of twenty, but a man of thirty, maybe that would be sensible behavior from.”
“That happened one time,” Kes said.
Norasol is maybe my favorite character I’ve ever invented? Only I don’t feel like I invented her. She was named Abuelita at first, and then I decided against that, and she was Marisol for a hot minute, and then I changed it because of the Dave Van Ronk pronunciation of “Noah’s Dove” in Fare Thee Well. [If I had wings, like Nora’s dove…]
But almost everything else about her, she has invented herself, I swear. Writing this Shara/Kes thing, she’s only about forty, and she has informed me that she’s a lesbian hedgewitch, and also not psychic. I am really enjoying the shit out of her. I don’t know where she came from.
“I thought we had a chat about this,” Norasol said. “I thought we agreed you were going to stick to boys, on this trip.”
“You suggested that,” Kes corrected her, “and I told you I’d keep it in mind. I didn’t promise anything.” He managed not to roll his eyes, because he knew that would be a fatal mistake. “It’s not like I’d be any safer with boys.”
“You can handle yourself,” Norasol said, “I’m not worried about that, I’m worried about the fact that every girl you sleep with, you want to marry. And you’re twenty, Kes, so of course they break your heart, and then I have to carry your mopey ass home and deal with your shit. Listen to me and don’t sleep with any more girls until you’re thirty.”
“What could that possibly fix?” Kes asked, too amused to be angry with her.
“It would fix your problem,” Norasol said, “because no girl wants to marry a boy of twenty, but a man of thirty, maybe that would be sensible behavior from.”
“That happened one time,” Kes said.
