The Choice Era. Part 1. Nata Kay

the girl.

      It was his sister.

      Since Harry had chained himself for life with Mona, he and Ivy saw each other not very often and he kept reproaching himself for that. Being older than his sister, Harry felt obliged to take care of Ivy, but taking care of two women at once was difficult for him, especially if these women were completely different. And Mona and Ivy were so different that at times it seemed as if they were born on different planets.

      «Hello!» Ivy deftly jumped off the railing and approached her brother. «I haven’t seen you for so long.»

      A breeze was blowing through her long blond hair and flowing flower dress. This girl could be the spring ambassador and look at people from huge electronic billboards hanged all over the city. By looking at her a lot of women would notice a new perfume or lip gloss that would make their lips even more attractive. However, Ivy never dreamed of anything like this.

      «Hello,» Harry came to his sister. «We really haven’t seen each other for a long time. It’s my fault. I’m sorry.»

      «First I wanted to drop in,» continued Ivy ignoring the apology. She was smiling. «But then I decided I could meet you after work. And here I am. Let’s have a walk?»

      Harry smiled back, nodded, and they silently walked towards a nearby park.

      This small green oasis helped Harry and his colleagues many times to take a break from surrounding bustle. Sometimes, especially on dog days, they got take-out lunches and enjoyed them in the open air Why not? Most desperate office workers were sitting on the grass trying to spice up their routine on boring chairs.

      «So you were standing and waiting for me from the very end of the working day?» Harry asked on their way to the park. It took him some time to understand it and now he felt guilty. «Why didn’t you call? I would have come down earlier.»

      «You’ve been busy,» Ivy shrugged her shoulders without a shadow of resentment. «I didn’t want to bother you. You are working late because you have a lot to do and not just because of boredom. How is Mona?»

      Ivy knew about Mona’s pregnancy, of course. Harry shared the news with his sister as soon as he found it out. Harry was so happy about he and Mona would have a baby that he was ready to tell everything not only to friends and relatives, but also to anyone who was just asking him about something new. Only Mona’s desire to share their happiness merely with closest people limited his readiness.

      Harry replied Mona was fine, the pregnancy was going well, doctors said the fetus was developing the way it should. Then he shared his plans for the nursery repair. Despite there were a lot of things to prepare for the birth, Harry was excited about all these things. Though it was boring and ordinary such a necessity didn’t upset the future father at all.

      When Ivy asked about the work, Harry described today’s hard day and the latest working news in the whole. It was easy to talk about the business proposal now because it was ready. Harry found it hard to believe he had faced so many difficulties at work today.

      He didn’t mention a book. Harry couldn’t imagine how Ivy would react to her brother’s new experience. Ivy distinguished with impressionability and unpredictability and therefore it was unknown how she could respond to the books. The fact that Harry couldn’t discuss something with his sister made him sad. It was easy and pleasant to talk to Ivy. She was good at listening as well as Mona and it was unnecessary to ask her for encouragement. Ivy came to help as fast as possible.

      In addition, Ivy often gave Harry interesting ideas without even realizing it. These ideas Harry modified a little later and used in his professional activity. His sister had «fresh eyes» on life and this abundant skill sometimes was very useful. Harry appreciated it.

      Harry, in turn, was helping his sister in solving other problems, most often of a domestic nature. He was helping with the move, assumed the equipment maintenance and was always checking the air purifiers every time he came to visit her. Ivy insisted that she could handle such things on her own, but Harry was only smiling in reply and saying he enjoyed helping.

      «How are you?» Harry asked soon. He asked this question more often by phone, and now and then Ivy answered that it was more pleasant to have a conversation face to face. And Harry completely agreed with her.

      Someday virtual communication seriously surpassed the real one, but those times had already passed and mankind was reluctant to return to it. Psychologists recommended to communicate live as often as possible and to use telephone talks and messages only to exchange information. Society obediently followed this advice.

      «Everything is okay,» Ivy replied with her inherent simplicity. «Exams are soon. I’m scared, but this is just usual case of nerves.»

      She was preparing to become an astrophysicist and to graduate with a bachelor degree this year. Everyone expected her to continue her studies. Harry was proud of his sister and her choice of embarking on the path of science. He enjoyed listening to her stories about her studies and recent researches. Sometimes he didn’t understand Ivy’s speech, but it didn’t bother him. Harry loved watching his sister’s expression changing when she was talking about planets, constellations, galaxies, space flights and everything else, which once again reminded of the endlessness of the Universe.

      «But I would like to tell you something very important,» Ivy continued after a pause and Harry caught a faint note of alertness in her voice. By this moment the Nelsons had just walked up to the park and went through the open gate. «Don’t get mad, okay?» Well… I don’t want to continue studying. Mrs. Thompson said I could work at her flower shop.»

      «What?» Harry flinched. At first he thought Ivy was joking, but her expression showed she was serious. Harry certainly didn’t expect such news. «Work at the flower shop? As who?»

      «As a seller, a florist,» Ivy calmly but enthusiastically replied, ignoring her brother’s eyes getting wider. «The shop is doing well. Business is good, sales are stable, sometimes they get some large orders for premises decoration. Flowers at the office, you know, decorations at banquets and all that. Sometimes I work there part-time on weekends. I think I’m good at it. And you can’t even imagine, how much pleasure I get from such work.»

      Ivy sighed dreamily.

      Harry knew that his sister wasn’t practicing her profession and got a job in the shop, but Harry didn’t take it seriously. Let it be a side job. This was a good experience. It wouldn’t interfere with her Ivy’s and there is nothing bad in extra money, especially when you are a young girl.

      «You’re kidding, right?» Harry asked after a moment of hesitation. «You are studying now, you are going to graduate. You can become an astrophysicist. A flower shop is just… not serious.»

      Harry couldn’t believe this conversation was real. It didn’t seem right in his mind that someone could swap a great future in science for… flower arrangement. Harry had nothing against it, like most people, he was fond of flowers, regularly brought them to Mona and admired the beauty and diversity of nature. However, Harry would hardly be able to live with a thought that a close person would change his or her way so radically and weird.

      «I don’t want to spend my whole life doing something that doesn’t really thrill me, Harry,» Ivy looked at her brother with sadness. She could have guessed beforehand that Harry would be no less than shocked. Ivy was sympathetic to this reaction. She continued. «I like studying, I like astrophysics, I like research, I kind of like to think I’m exploring something really meaningful. But I can’t look through a telescope, make calculations and write articles all my life.»

      «Do you think you can pick flowers all your life?» Harry let himself exaggerate the question with a sarcastic tone. He rarely allowed such liberties in conversation with anyone besides his old friends, and he almost never treated Ivy with irony or sarcasm.

      «Yes,» Ivy said firmly.

      «Ugh…» Harry breathed out loudly and passed