Bobby was really never sure she would ever understand why grown ups always felt the need to lie all the time. She'd asked Jocelyn once, but she'd only told her that she wasn't big enough to understand yet. This was another great big fat lie because Bobby was big enough to perform on stage and ride horses and really she knew a lot more about things and the world than Jocelyn ever did.
Well. Maybe. Jocelyn seemed a lot more grown up these days then she used to.
But it just frustrated her to no end because grown ups always pretended they knew better, but they never did. Her father was always telling Bobby that he was doing things for her (or him, things become confusing in your brain when one lives their whole life as a secret) but Bobby thought maybe he did things for himself really. He was always talking about carrying on the name Robert Lassiter on the stage. He wanted his name to live on as a greatest magician of the 20s because Bobby continued doing it after him. Well, maybe this was just childish thinking but Bobby was fairly sure that it wasn't for her (or his) benefit at all. So why did she have to keep eating oranges and sunning herself for her health and practicing all the time with him watching her (practice doesn't make perfect, practice makes permanent. Perfect practice makes perfect) if it was just for him? Why didn't he have to not slouch on the train and eat things that are good for him? It just wasn't fair, is what it was. Bobby was fairly sure even he got toys and books when he was ten (or seven or whatever age her father thought she was) but had there ever been the whiff of a toy or a book for her? None.
But mainly she couldn't help but think about what Rosie said, right before they left the camp that first time. She'd asked her if she'd thought she deserved the whipping she got. Bobby couldn't answer that, not really. It had hurt a lot. But would her father (her father) have done it if it was bad for her? Rosie didn't think so. Bobby wasn't sure what to think.
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Well. Maybe. Jocelyn seemed a lot more grown up these days then she used to.
But it just frustrated her to no end because grown ups always pretended they knew better, but they never did. Her father was always telling Bobby that he was doing things for her (or him, things become confusing in your brain when one lives their whole life as a secret) but Bobby thought maybe he did things for himself really. He was always talking about carrying on the name Robert Lassiter on the stage. He wanted his name to live on as a greatest magician of the 20s because Bobby continued doing it after him. Well, maybe this was just childish thinking but Bobby was fairly sure that it wasn't for her (or his) benefit at all. So why did she have to keep eating oranges and sunning herself for her health and practicing all the time with him watching her (practice doesn't make perfect, practice makes permanent. Perfect practice makes perfect) if it was just for him? Why didn't he have to not slouch on the train and eat things that are good for him? It just wasn't fair, is what it was. Bobby was fairly sure even he got toys and books when he was ten (or seven or whatever age her father thought she was) but had there ever been the whiff of a toy or a book for her? None.
But mainly she couldn't help but think about what Rosie said, right before they left the camp that first time. She'd asked her if she'd thought she deserved the whipping she got. Bobby couldn't answer that, not really. It had hurt a lot. But would her father (her father) have done it if it was bad for her? Rosie didn't think so. Bobby wasn't sure what to think.