Director Parents?
Catalena twitched. One day of Zephyr talking about band and the high school directors was enough. A week was pushing it. She shot a sideways glance at Zephyr, who was still blabbing about the show and random small things that no one ever noticed, like that Mr. Ford was slightly balding, or that Mr. Oakley looked like Nikki's dad, or that Mr. Radley's nickname should be "Boo" (due to his frightening aura and his name: Arthur Radley).
"Zeph?" growled Catalena, ignoring her urge to supress her annnoyance. "Are the band directors, like, your new parents or somethin'?"
The flautist studied her for a bit, pursed her lips, and said, "If the band directors are my parents, then which one's the mom?" The tiniest smirk materialized on Catalena's face.
"Oakley. Definitely." As long as she was dissing the directors, Catalena continued. "Boo's the dad, and ... I dunno, Ford can be the nanny."
Zephyr chuckled lightly. "The funny thing is, I have no problem picturing Mr. Oakley in a frilly pink apron."
"Oscar!" Zephyr called. The Japanese tuba player turned around and waved at Zephyr.
"Kaze-chan! What is up?" he greeted. He moved to Dieci from Japan about three years ago, and while he could speak English and some Spanish fluently, he still chose to speak Japanese.
Zephyr smiled sweetly and sighed, "It's Zephyr, okay? Anyway, if the band directors are my parents, which one's the mom?"
Oscar guffawed, and launched into a detailed explanation. "Mr. Oakley is mom, of course. Maybe with apron or something. Mr. Ford is creepy uncle whose house smells like cabbages. Mr. Radley is dad that works twelve hours each day, goes home to read newspaper, and tells kids to go away."
"Can Mr. Oakley's apron be pink and frilly?"
"Even better."