I wrote this stuff a few years ago when I was writing about Cancer and Capricorn. These signs oppose! And to illustrate I was telling stories about Scott (a Cancer) and I (Capricorn rising).

Like I said, I met Scott when he was 18. I was 15 and working in his mother’s bar, underage! Even worse, I hijacked her son! But never mind that. This series of anecdotes takes place about seven years later, so we’d known each other for a good long while.

Now Cancer is known for being a homebody….they hole up. They are also often inordinately attached to their mother - in Capricorn’s opinion, that is! And I called this series “Getting Scotty Out Of Houses” because I spent a significant part of late teens and early twenties doing just that. I spent a hell of a lot of time trying to get him away from him mother as well.

I finally gave up after fifteen years, plus. How’s that for Capricorn perseverance?

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I’m about 22 here. Scott is 24.

Scott lived in a hovel with no phone. We were broken up. Oh yeah. We were always broken up. His cousin, “Rina” and I, were good friends. She stopped by to pick me up - we were going out. I was horny.

“I just saw Scotty,” she said

“Yeah?” I said, feigning indifference, with my wheels are already turning. Where? Doing what? How is he doing anyway?”

“Oh. Well you know Scotty. He’s the same. He was over at his mother’s. I had to drop something over there for my mother.”

“Yeah. Ol’ Scotty. He doesn’t have a girlfriend does he?” I asked.

“Besides you?”

“I am not his girlfriend!” I said indignantly.

She laughed. “No. He doesn’t have a girlfriend. Everyone wishes he’d get one though.”

“I kind of miss him. I would like to talk to him.”

“Talk, Elsa? You want to talk to him?” She laughed. “I can’t believe it. Not again. Well then call him up. He’s there now. He is supposed to be practicing (piano) but he’s watching TV.”

“Call at his mothers? Forget it. No way. I have no idea what to say to her.”

“Just ask for him.”

“She’ll know who I am.”

“So?”

“So, I don’t want to call over there. Say. Would you call for me?” I asked with a grin.

“What?”

“Just get him on the phone. Would you? I would like to talk to him.”

“Oh. Come. On.”

“Please? If you do I will go to…” I named a bar where some guy she was interested in liked to hang out. I hated that bar.

She looked at me. “You aren’t going to have sex with him, are you?”

“What do you mean? I hope so,” I said, grinning.

“She made a face. “You are so gross, Elsa.”

“So you’ll do it?”

“Give me the phone. But if you’re going to see him, it has to be after we go out.”

“Deal.”

“Oh gross. Okay, give me the phone.”

I handed her the phone and she dialed. Scott answered so she said nothing. She just put the phone in my hand.

“Scotty! It’s me! Elsa. What are you doing?”

“Er, I am at my mother’s house. Uh…I came over her to play the piano. Elsie? How did you know to call me here?”

“I have my ways, Scott.”