Rosie’s Emails – 4

Dearest sister,

I am so glad to hear you got your own place! There is a certain charm in living alone, is it not? Sure you miss Bran and even mum but it is good living life the way you want it. I am so sad to hear you broke it off with Mikha’il but if you weren’t ready for marriage and commitment then it is for the best. Believe me. And I know our mother isn’t setting the best example in what monogamous life is supposed the be but I hope you find happiness, once you are ready for it. 

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As for my love life… You know I went out with Big Hartley a few times and I thought things were going good but it turns out I was wrong. We have fun, talk about everything but it hasn’t been going in the right direction… We haven’t even kissed yet! So I decided to switch things up a bit. Don’t laugh… I tried online dating! I found it is the perfect thing for me, I don’t have to go out a lot, I could do it all on my laptop, wearing nothing but underwear! 

And I met a really cute guy, he is also new to Bridgeport. His name is Wayne and he came here to be a celebrity, he works at a local restaurant but his goal is to get on TV. We haven’t met in person but I hope we soon will! Keep me posted with everything new in your life! 

Lots of love

Rose


Dear Latrica,

I didn’t want to leave the impression I am not leaving the house! I am, truly. I go to the gym at least three times a week. I also go fishing, as riddiculos as that may be I find it really therapeutic (I don’t eat what I catch of course, this is the big city we are talking about).

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I still haven’t met Wayne in person but we chat and email often. Maybe one day soon… I did see a cute guy in my gym, he is a bit older but he is attractive in a rough sort of way! I saw him checking me out and I hoped he would ask for my number or something but he didn’t. Well maybe next time…

I am sad to hear that there is nothing new on the love front for you… You need to get out there more! I hope I don’t sound too much like mum or your manager.

As always lots of love

Rosie

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Caliente (Latricia) – Intro

Since I am getting less time to write and play no the space between my posts is getting bigger and bigger probably making it even harder to keep track of all the characters and interwoven story lines I have decided to do this short intro posts before each new story to make it a bit easier to keep track.

The idea still is to try and make each story work on its own but still being reminded of some background and characters may be of use so here we go.

Family Tree

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Latricia Caliente is the younger daughter of Nina Caliente. So far she had been appearing in the Caliente family storyline along with her mother and younger brother. This would be the first round in which she gets her own story.

Latricia is a nice, friendly girl who grew up with her mother, older sister and little brother. Her mother is Nina Caliente, the famous movie composer, known for her music and her promiscuous ways. Her father was the recently deceased rock star Riam Gradle so it is unsurprising that Latricia always had a talent for music. She plays the guitar and the piano and had graduated on the prestigious Conservatorium. Her mother is now pushing her into a career in performing, and had even gotten her a manager (Hazel Brown) but Latricia isn’t sure that the life on stage is right for her.

She loves her new house but she misses her little brother the most since they had always been very close. Latricia dated Mikha’il Kerry ever since high school and they started the Conservaturium together but then one summer he proposed and she rejected him, not being ready for the seriousness of marriage. She ran off and spent the summer meditating in the temple. Miha’il dropped out of the Conservatorium and became a cop in their hometown.

I haven’t really gotten to writing Latricia’s story yet so I have no idea how many posts it will be. I will also include the email’s from Rosie, the new section I started last round that will feature emails Latricia’s sister Rosie sends from her home in Bridgeport.

Hoves (Jesse) – 7.3: Family and Frustrations

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(Previous post: Donations and Dinners)

It would be a bit of an understatement to say Irene Hoves had been having a bad day. A bad few months would be better. And it wasn’t the fact she was siting alone in the Science Lab cafeteria. Irene didn’t mind being alone, she would rather be alone that have to listen to the drone of some of the other boring scientist she worked with. Or even worse – army personnel. The cafeteria right now was mixed between the white coated scientists and uniformed army men. It had been that way ever since the army had started working on a top secret project, utilizing half of the labs for it.

Irene had been unlucky enough to work on one of their projects. She had been on it for some time now and she had been given more responsibilities than on her last job, being Tomas Prentiss’ assistant. But this new job left her little time to work on her side project – her precious lab crafted drug the people on the street were calling the Is, courtesy of her signature I for Irene etched in every pill.

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Sometimes she still got to work on it at home. But that way it was harder to hide it from her sisters, and they were nosy, especially Krys, and she would loose it if she found out what Irene was doing, and Irene wouldn’t get it past Lucky to report her to the authorities either, she was too much of a goodie-two-shoes to be trusted. But none of that was the main reason for why Irene was in such a foul mood. The main reason was the couple she was staring right now across the crowded cafeteria. They, or rather her was the main reason behind all her problems.

It was the green haired woman who got her transferred out of Tomas’ lab and into this new project with the army and Irene knew it wasn’t because anything Irene did, well not anything work related, and it wasn’t because of her concern for Irene’s career. No, it was to separate Irene from Tomas. And why? So she could have him for herself of course.

And as much as Irene loathed to admit it it seemed the plan had worked. Right now across the room next to green haired Phoibe Santoro Tomas Prentiss was smiling and it made Irene’s blood boil. She had not seen him smile, not even in politeness, not since his wife and daughter had died.  And she had kind of hoped that when gets back to smiling and being happy that it would be with her and because of her but she was unfairly pushed away before it could happen.

And to make matters worse the rumor around the labs was that Phoibe was pregnant. Irene just had to throw one look across the room to figure out who the father might be. And it pained her. It pained her a lot more than she wanted to admit. If it was true that would be the end of all her hopes for attracting the older widower. He was the kind of man who would jump in and marry Phoibe on the spot. Do the right thing as people were fond of saying…

Irene wondered what would have happened if she was to push Phoibe down a flight of stairs? It was an option worth exploring…

The opportunity however did not present herself and Irene came home in a foul mood. She had barely time to change out of her work clothes and hobble down the stairs to check if her oldest sister had fixed up anything for dinner when she was cornered by Lucky, her other sister.

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“Irene, do you have time, I need to talk to you!” She seemed rather distraught and her usually calm and smiling face now looked completely miserable. Seeing it made a smile creep up to Irene’s face. She barely had time to utter a word before Lucky trailed off.

“I did something bad last night… Well it started a few weeks ago but last night…Argh.” She covered her face with her hands in frustration or in shame, it was hard for Irene to tell but she was enjoying it nevertheless. One of the good sisters had done something bad? She had to know all about it.

“What did you do?” She asked doing her best to keep the excitement out of her voice.

“Well last night I went out with Jerod Prentiss…” Off to a promising start. Irene thought nodding politely urging her sister to speak. Women were always weak when it came to dashingly handsome fireman, her sister seemed to be no exception… When she didn’t continue however Irene had to nudge her carefully.

“So what happened?”

“We had dinner and then I played for him.”

“And…?”

“And what?” Her sister asked frustrated.

“What happened, did you sleep with him?”

“Of course not!” Lucky answered pulling away furious. “He is engaged and I have a boyfriend!”

“Did you at least kiss?” Irene asked hopeful.

“No! Like I said…” Irene interrupted her disappointed.

“Yes, yes he is engaged, you have a boyfriend… And now you are bothering me over nothing.”

“It is not nothing! I…”

“It is stupid. You are wasting my time with stupidities.” Irene said angrily and walked away. “Krys has better stories than you and Krys has no life.” She added sharply. “In fact I am sure even she would tell you this was stupid.” She ran past Lucky before she could stop her and rushed outside her sister following suit.

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Irene ran all the way to the garage, where she knew their oldest sister was and peered into the window before Lucky managed to stop her. Krys was alone, meditating among father’s old tools, in her underwear of course, the girl loved nothing better then to strip down to her panties and bra as soon as she got a chance. Irene wouldn’t be surprised to learn she was teaching her classes dressed that way. Irene was about to walk in and interrupt her when Lucky finally caught up with her and grabbed her hand with a force she didn’t know her sister possessed.

“Don’t you dare!” She said out of breath. “Don’t you dare say a word to Krys or to anyone!” Irene was ready to push her of. She was stronger than she looked, and definitely stronger then her sister. And maybe she yearned for a good fight, to let the tension of this horrible day, and weeks and months from her system. But somehow she managed to stop herself.

“Fine.” She said. “I was just joking around anyway.”

“So you don’t think it is a big deal? Nothing to fret about?” Lucky asked, a kind of lame transparent hope all over her flushed face. And as much as Irene wanted to torment her right now this was her sister in front of her.

“You went out with a good looking man who isn’t your boyfriend, but somebody else’s fiancee. What of it? Nothing happened really. Forget about it.” Lucky nodded but Irene could see she wasn’t convinced. She wondered if it was even remotely possible that her sister might be having feelings for this guy… Stranger things have happened… And yet she had no time do dwell on that, there was need for more Is on the street and she still needed a solid plan to split up Tommy and Phoibe…  Lucky’s love problems could wait.

Hoves (Jesse) – 7.1: Budgets and Boyfriends

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Lucky Hoves blinked hard looking at her computer screen, all those numbers on the yearly budget report were kind of blending in together after a whole morning of staring at it. She took a deep breath letting all the negative energy flow out of her, pushed a lock of her unruly hair out of her eyes getting herself ready to start over. On most days city council work was a lot more boring than she thought it would be and there were days, days like this one when she wanted nothing more then to throw herself unceremoniously on a couch and yell I give up.

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But there was no giving up for Lucky, daughter of Jesse. She knew she was doing good, no matter how hard it got on some days, she managed to increase the town’s emergency budget and the pay of policeman and fireman and many other small things. People will always complain though and blame everything on the politicians, even the weirdest of things, like that meteor hit that took three lives, four if you count the little dog which Lucky always did.

But this would not stop Lucky, oh no. She was learning every day and she was surer than ever that this would not be her final post, no Lucky wanted more, she had always wanted more. She would make the whole world a better place as soon as the people choose her for its leader. And to get there she would go by step, that was how those things go she learned, you don’t just wake up to be Dina Caliente. Her next goal was to run for mayor next fall for which she knew she should better start campaigning immediately.

She sighed loudly willing herself to go back to work.  She didn’t get a chance to go far however interrupted by the wail of the sirens she heard even trough her earphones. Being a cop’s daughter she recognized that it was a police car moving fast towards the town center. She held her breath as the sound came closer and closer…. Theirs was a peaceful town, real crime was rare yet her own father had been murdered, taken from the world by some criminal’s bullet, a harsh reminder that evil can hide behind even the most peaceful facade.

And now the evil might be back… Lucky thought as the sirens came so close she was sure she could see them trough the window. She rushed to it just as the police car parked behind the town hall and a lanky young man in civilian clothes stepped out. Lucky sighed as she recognised the man and returned to her seat waiting for him to come up.

She turned off her music and impatiently listened as he bartered with her assistant before the door of her office opened and he strolled in. He smiled widely, not taking his black hat off.

” Hey Lucky.” Her boyfriend greeted her taking a seat directly across of her.

“Hi Ahmed.” She replied holding back her irritation. Still his smile dropped.

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“Not happy to see me?” He asked.

“It is the middle of the day, I am working.” Lucky said calmly.

“Well I am here to take you to lunch!” Ahmed exclaimed grinning again.

“In a police car? With the sirens on?” Lucky asked making her boyfriend laugh.

“I was in a rush.”

” You are a civilian.” She said harshly and Ahmed sighed.

“You’re a good girl Lucky but some things you just take so seriously… It is Mika’il’s car, he is off today so he is sleeping in and I had to get away love… That brat is driving me crazy… You know I once thought if only he learned to talk he would be more bearable…” He let out a long sigh. “So I wasted time teaching him to form words and now he is more annoying than ever. Ahmed what is that? Ahmed why is that? Who is that?” He concluded the rant in a mock child’s voice. “I hate kids!”

Lucky felt her smile melt and get replaced with a frown. “Don’t say that…” She said softly.

“Why? They are the worst believe me….” Lucky didn’t like the way the conversation was going. She and Ahmed were serious, she loved him, they were together since school. They were going to get married, everyone knew that, and kids were part of that deal, not right now of course, Lucky’s career still had a way to go but someday… She bit her lip to hold the brewing argument back. Ahmed will come around, there was still time…

“Is your mother still having a party this Friday?” She changed the subject abruptly.

“I guess.” Ahmed said with a shrug.

“Am I welcome?” She asked. Years back Lucky used to work for Posie Kerry, Ahmed’s mother but they had a falling out when Posie gave birth to Kenny, Ahmed’s little brother, the annoying brat Ahmed mentioned earlier. She refused to name the father creating a big scandal and her career was spiraling downwards when Lucky decided to jump ship and run for City Council herself.

“Of course you are welcome.” Ahmed said. “You are still my girlfriend.” Lucky smiled.  There was no better place to start a political campaign than a party.

Ahmed was planning on taking her to the local diner for lunch. Lucky insisted they walk, she could not in clear conscience ride in a ‘borrowed’ police car. They hadn’t even gotten through the diner door when her phone rang.

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“Yeah? And that is more important than me?” He said annoyed. “You have your lunch break – take it.”

“I am really not sure…” Lucky said biting her lip. “We have this meeting and we have to prepare, I have gotten nowhere with the budget report…” Ahmed just glared at her and she had to sigh. “Fine. We’ll eat. Fast!” He smiled and took her hand leading her towards the diner door.

It wasn’t till much later, when Lucky headed home after a long day of meetings and budget proposals that she had time to think the state of her relationship. She did love Ahmed, she really did but things just weren’t as they used to be… It was different when they were both in school but now since she had started work, serious work, things had changed, she had changed and in a way he had not. He was not any different from the boy he was in high school… It was because he didn’t have a job, Lucky concluded. Not a real one at least, he was a poet and a photographer but he barely made any money from it… He could do so much more, he was smart, Lucky knew it, smarter than her even. So walking home she decided she was to do something about it…

/* I know it has been a while since I posted. AGAIN. I had this written and planned to take a few more screenshots and publish it last weekend but I was sick and then had a busy week at work… But here it is, the start of this rounds story line for the Hoves sisters, with very little screenshots. */

Hoves (Jesse) – 7: Intro

Since I am getting less time to write and play no the space between my posts is getting bigger and bigger probably making it even harder to keep track of all the characters and interwoven story lines I have decided to do this short intro posts before each new story to make it a bit easier to keep track.

The idea still is to try and make each story work on its own but still being reminded of some background and characters may be of use so here we go.

Family Tree

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Jesse’s branch of the Hoves family is now down to three of Jesse’s daughters, Krystal, Laquita and Irene. Last round a dark cloud descended over the family when their uncle Junior came over to tell them that their father had died. He was killed in an abandoned warehouse raid, shot to death by an yet unidentified gunman. His partner Sara Caliente was wounded but survived the shooting. The news shakes all three sisters and their brother Zeke but mostly affected it seems is the youngest Irene, at the time still a teenager. She runs away and when she finally comes back she is a young adult. What happened to her in the time between is still unknown.

Krystal Hoves

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Father: Jesse Hoves (deceased)

Mother: Elena Prentiss (deceased)

Half-siblings (Jesse): Rita Pretniss (deceased), Laquita Hoves, Zeke Mayor, Irene Hoves

Half-siblings(Elena): Alyssa Prentiss(deceased), Andrew Prentiss, Hannah Hoves, Tomas Prentiss

Krystal is the oldest of the three sisters. She lost her mother when she was just a child and since then she had taken the role of the family matron taking care of her father and younger siblings. Now that Jesse is dead she takes to that role even more vigorously, ready to take on any challenge to protect her sisters.

Krystal is a Simlish teacher at the local high school. She likes her job and she likes the reading that accompanies it. Between the devotion to her household and her work she is left with little time for any social life but it is a sacrifice she has no trouble making.

While her sister was away she assisted officer Sara Caliente in any way she could in order to find her and bring her home. When Irene finally pops into town Krystal is the first to contact her and urge her to go back home.

Laquita “Lucky” Hoves

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Father: Jesse Hoves (deceased)

Mother: Nadine Hoves (deceased)

Full-sibling: Irene Hoves

Half-siblings (Jesse): Rita Pretniss (deceased), Krystal Hoves, Zeke Mayor

Ever since she was a teenager Laquita’s dreams to become the Leader of the Free World, like her role model and townswoman Dina Caliente. She wants to change the world one step at the time and make it a better place for everyone.

She started her political career working for her boyfriend’s mother Posie Kerry but after the older woman’s decline in popularity after having a child out of wedlock and stubernly refusing to name the little boy’s father despite Lucky’s advice she decided to jump ship and start her own career. With the help of her closest confidant, her brother Zeke, and the rest of her team Lucky gets elected as the youngest City Council Member their city had ever seen.

Irene Hoves

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Father: Jesse Hoves (deceased)

Mother: Nadine Hoves (deceased)

Full-sibling: Laquita Hoves

Half-siblings (Jesse): Rita Pretniss (deceased), Krystal Hoves, Zeke Mayor

To most people Irene is a mystery. And she likes to keep it that way. She started her life of mischief as a teenager with her boyfriend Kain Vivi her partner in crime. She had even managed to land herself in a jail cell before being bailed away by her father. She hasn’t told anyone where she had run off after learning about her father’s death, nor the reasons for her return.

The first thing she did upon returning and moving back into her childhood home is getting a job at the Science Lab. There she worked as a lab assistant for Tomas Prentiss. After the death of his wife, and Irene’s oldest half sister she tries to seduce him which is why he, with the help of his dead’s wife best friend Phoibe Santoro, gets her transferred to another research project.

To read the whole story or just the summary of each post look at the table of contents.

As for this round I plan to do three or four posts, at least two from Lucky’s POV and another one or two from Irene’s.

Hoves – 7.1: Teenage love

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Kerry Hoves was in love. Well maybe that had been an understatement. He was trapped by a powerful force that sucked him and held him hostage. A force so gripping it could be called by no other name than pure, teenage infatuation. The force had sucked his mind of all coherent thoughts living just the thoughts of her, her lovely smile, her dark hair, her lovely round face.

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It made him content to do nothing at all but lay on his bed, with a smile on his face and think of her. Because what could be nicer.

He had no idea how long it had lasted, that maddening love of his, it could have started the day they met, the chubby red haired boy with big round glasses and the new, shy girl. He knew when he had realized it. It was the weekend they went camping, the two of them and Bran, his best friend.  They had stared at the moon together and she told him one of her adoptive mothers was dying. There were tears in her eyes and he knew, from the bottom of his heart he knew, that he was ready to do anything, truly anything to stop her from being hurt, to make her smile, just a little. He knew he loved her.

A week later he broke up with his girlfriend Tami. It was as bad as he imagined it would be, a lot of shouting and screaming and a cold look in the girl’s eyes. A cold look that made him wonder what she might do to Persephone if she found out the real reason Kerry was breaking up with her… But he put it behind him, he knew he would do whatever he could to protect his Persephone, from anything, even his psychotic ex-girlfriend.

When the new school year started he even stopped his long running flirtation with Marcia Milton and focused all his thoughts on expressing his ever growing love to Persephone Santoro. The later proved harder than he had expected it to be. For one he, Kerry Hoves, found himself suddenly afraid and self-conscious around a girl he knew, and was friend since they were kids. He was sure he would somehow screw everything up and lose her forever. And he couldn’t allow that. Not ever.

She of course knew something was wrong. Perse was not a stupid girl.  “Why are you calling me Persephone all the sudden?” She asked him one afternoon when they headed home from school. Kerry shrugged.

“That is your name.” She smiled.

“I know. But you always called me Santoro, Hoves.” She said accenting his last name.

“I don’t know. It just seems nicer to call you by your name.”

“As you wish.” She said. “Maybe I’ll try calling you Kerry.” She smiled at this. It was a beautiful sight, but very rare in those days. That was the other reason Kerry found it so hard to confess his love. It turned out that Elaine Buford Santoro, Persephone’s adoptive mother was indeed very sick and dying. And that fell very hard on Perse, as hard as one might expect but Kerry was determined to make it easier to her, as easy as he could so he tried to cheer her up as much as possible.

As winter steadily approached Persephone skipped school more often, to be with her mum Kerry guessed. And so every day he didn’t see her there he would anxiously wait for the last bell of the day to ring and head to her house. By that time Elaine was pretty much bedridden already and when he turned up Perse’s other mother Phaena would go out to walk their dog leaving them alone at home.

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He wouldn’t stay long, just long enough to share what Perse might have missed at school, give her his notes to copy and try to make her laugh, at least once, it would make his heart jump and he knew she needed it as well, whenever he saw her those days she had a look of someone who had just stopped crying. It was heartbreaking really. But he could nothing more.

As the Winder Dance approached no one in school seemed to be able to talk about anything else, even Kerry’s big sister Freddie who hated those things seemed excited about it now that she had a boyfriend. And so one evening after they had helped Perse’s younger sister Phania with her homework Kerry gathering all his courage, asked the big question:

“Would you come to the dance with me?” Persephone lifted her head and focused her eyes on his.

“The dance? I don’t think I’ll go.” Kerry felt like he had been punched in the guts with an iron fist.

“Why not?” He asked in a whiny voice that reminded him of his little sister Haley when she wanted something badly. Persephone didn’t even smile.

“I am just not in the mood for all that… Thank you Kerry. For everything you are doing for me.  You are a better friend than I deserve.” She sighed deeply. “You truly are. I wish I will get a chance to repay you…” She made a slight pause. “But I can’t go to the dance, I am sorry, I appreciate the gesture though.” Kerry couldn’t say a thing. His gut felt like it was full of lead now and his mouth was dry, unable to produce a single sound. “There is still time though.” Persephone said forcing a small smile. “You could still find a date. Marcia would never say no to you.” Kerry knew he would never go with another girl. He would rather be actually punched in the gut but he couldn’t find the strength to say it. All he could say was:

“I  wish you would go with me.” Before Persephone could reply however another voice spoke from the door.

“You should go.” Persephone’s mother Elaine looked like a ghost. She was thin, and pale, her long hair white instead of her normal light blond. But she was still on her feet, her eyes fixed on her daughter.

“Mum! You should be in bed.” Persephone said getting up from the couch she and Kerry had been sitting on to go to the older women.

“I woke up and overheard you two. I had to get up to tell you this. You should go Persephone. I am dying. I will be dying on Friday when you go to the dance. And I will still be dying when you come back home. But you love, you are alive, and should go, and live, have fun, for a little while at least. For me.” Tears spilled down her pallid cheeks and tears spilled from Perse’s eyes as well. Even Kerry himself felt like crying but when half an hour later Persephone followed him out she said:

“I’ll go.” And the whole world lightened up at once.

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When the day of the dance finally came and Kerry found himself  waiting outside the Santoro family home he couldn’t help being nervous. Usually he knew his way around girls but this… This was important, maybe the most important night of his life, everything hinged on this. He could not blow it.

It didn’t help that Persephone looked exquisitely beautiful when she came out to see him. She wore a long dark dress and had her silken hair down. She smiled nervously when she saw him but her eyes were once again filled with tears. Kerry suddenly wanted nothing more than to pull her in a tight embrace and hold her whispering that all would be okay. He didn’t do. He smiled instead, telling her how beautiful she looked. He didn’t own a car, so they walked together to the school. They talked all the way and he did his best to make Persephone forget about everything else in her life.

That had been the last dance her mother Elaine saw he go to and that time in the Santoro’s living room was the last time Kerry saw the older woman. She died a few weeks later, in her bed with her wife Phaena holding her hand. But that night neither of them thought of that. They danced, and Persephone actually laughed. Kerry brought her drinks and told her jokes. And when the dance was over neither of them was really ready to go home.

They sat on the cold grass in the park and watched the stars together. The evening was not so cold, and the sky unusually bright. But Kerry didn’t care about any of that. All he cared was the lovely woman next to him. He wished he was brave enough to tell her how he felt. How much he loved her, now and any other day. But he wasn’t. And so they were both silent, both trapped in their own thoughts. And then Kerry felt a warm touch on one of his outstretched hands and he looked down and saw Persphone had taken his hand in hers. He turned to her and she just smiled and he smiled back. His hear was beating like crazy but he was happy.

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And that is how it had begun. With a single touch of hands. The greatest romance of all times. Or so Kerry saw it. And he saw little else.

He didn’t see how much more his father was drinking now that he was retired. He didn’t see his mother’s efforts to get fit. He didn’t see his older sister Freddie hide a box of cash underneath their bunk bed, right next to her box of stolen trinkets Kerry also didn’t see. He didn’t see how tall his brother Ty was getting as he neared his teenage years. He barely saw his sister Haley when she spoke to him.

He didn’t miss out in school, he still got on honor roll but that was simply because he never needed to put much effort into school anyway, some of his IQ test scores labeled him a genius, he never saw himself that way but Persephone loved to remind of him that pretty often, even back when they were just friends and he called her Santoro and he called him Hoves.

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Everything else was irrelevant. All he ever saw was Perse. And he loved her so. And she loved him back. And everything in the world was alright.

/* We have moved on to the Hoves! Their story will be a little shorter than the Prentiss was. I have less story for them but I hope you’ll enjoy it. I have also made their family tree, you can see it here.  Thanks for reading!*/

Prentiss 7.5: The Grieving Husband

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(Previous post: The Lost Twin II )

In the days, weeks and months following the death of Tomas’ wife Rita, daughter Lena and eldest sister Alyssa a lot of people came to talk to him, family, friends, neighbors, even strangers. Tomas listened to their words but nothing came to him. He was the kind of person that needed to grieve on his own. Not many people understood that. Rita did. But Rita was gone. No one understood that either. Not fully at least. How could they? They didn’t love her as much as he did. No one in the world did.

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Maybe that was why he found it easiest to talk to Phoibe. Phoibe Santoro had been one of Rita’s best friends. They had been friends  ever since they were little girls. Of all the people outside their family she was probably the one who knew Rita best and maybe, just maybe she could understand what a cold and empty place this world was without her.

Phoibe worked at the science lab with Thomas so they often sat together on their brakes. Sometimes they talked about Rita. Often that would end up with Phoibe in tears and Tomas found it hard to bear. They never talked about Lena. He never talked about Lena. That pain was Tomas’ and his alone.

And some days they just talked about life, well work mostly. For Tomas that was what was left in life and he didn’t know what else to talk about Phoibe anyway. He knew she liked classical music and that she played in a band. She never married or had any kids. Rita always said she had bad luck with men. Tomas didn’t understand it. She was a good looking and a smart woman. Still he steered away form those kind of conversations with her. Talk about work and the scientific world were enough.

And then one day he asked for a favor.

“You want Irene out of your lab?” Phoibe asked surprised. Tomas nodded, “Why? Is her work somehow inadequate? You always gave her good reviews…” Thomas sighed. He wasn’t a good liar, he knew that but he couldn’t tell Phoibe the truth. He couldn’t tell her how he believed his young and beautiful assistant was coming on to him and most importantly he couldn’t tell her he was starting to enjoy it.

“It’s just… She reminds me of Rita.” He blurted out. It was evil, pure evil doing what he was doing, playing that card but it needed to be done. Phoibe’s face became grave and she nodded.

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“I get it. They were sisters after all…  Rita might have never said it that way but it was true…” There were tears in her lovely blue eyes and it made Tomas felt horrible. Still he knew it was the only way and the right thing to do… “Sorry. ” She said noticing his troubled stare. “I just get like this every time I think of her… She was one of a kind your wife… I miss her dearly… But then again I shouldn’t go one like this, not to you of all people.” She sighed. “Fine. I can get Irene away. It shouldn’t be that hard to reassign her…” Then she smiled slightly. “I’ll transfer her to my mother’s project! She had been asking for people for weeks.”

Tomas smiled. “Yes she spoke to me too.” When Phoibe looked at him quizzically he answered. “I said no, of course.” Phoibe looked relived. Her mother, the once famous talent scout, lyricist and manager of many stars, including Riam Gradle, the famous rock star from their small town, had recently joined the army. Why no one knew, not even Phoibe who wasn’t that close to her anyway. But she became a kind of a PR there.

And now, as they often do the army bullied their way to their lab to conduct some secret experiments or whatever and they were mercilessly trying to recruit scientist to their cause. Neither Tomas or Phoibe liked it very much and bitching about it gave Tomas the perfect excuse to steer of the current topic.

Yet the thought of that conversation didn’t leave his mind for a long time. Irene was gone from his lab and he was currently working alone, which was when he did his best work yet he felt guilty. In his mind he had used Phoibe, lying to her like that, invoking the memory of Rita in the process as well.

So on one of his days off, while the girls were at school and Tracy was at his sister’s he invited Phoibe to come over. He wanted to thank her, not only for the recent favor but for everything she had done from him from the terrible day of the meteor hit till today. He meant to surprise her with flowers and a lovely bracelet Della helped him pick.

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“Seems I’m a natural at picking flowers.” He said nervously as he handed Phoibe the bouquet first. “They seem to match your sweater.” Phoibe smiled a nervous smile herself.

“They are beautiful Tomas!” She said as she looked up at him with those lovely blue eyes. Her natural, interesting green hair was down today and she chose to wear contacts instead of the big glasses she usually wore inside the lab. The lab coat she replaced with a goofy green-blue dress and a short purple sweater. She was very pretty Tomas thought again still wondering how on Earth was she still single.

“It is a small something…. To thank you… For everything.” He managed to answer. “It all means so much to me, what you did…” It was hard to find the words so he quickly brought out the little box with his bracelet hoping it would speak for him.

“Oh my! Tomas… You shouldn’t have!” Phoibe gasped as she saw the pretty wrapped box. “You know I didn’t expect this… I didn’t ask for this… I would have done it all again, and again… I would have done anything to help you. For your sake, and your children’s… And… And Rita’s…” She said at last, tears pooling all around her eyes as they did every time she spoke her name.

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An ice cream truck drove past. Tomas heard its chimes but the world had disappeared for him. Nothing remained but those sad blue eyes and the tears in them. One of them escaped and Tomas watched as it rolled down Phoibe’s smooth cheek. He was ready to do anything to make them go away. And so he did, the first thing that came to his mind. He leaned forward and pressed her lips against hers.

It wasn’t a kiss fueled with passion, or romance, or love… Or any of the other usual reasons one has for such an act. The closest, most accurate description was that it had been a desperate act of a grieving man. And at first Phoibe didn’t reciprocate. And as they parted and Tomas opened his eyes to look at her he felt panic raising in his chest.

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Here he was, trying to do something nice, to make amends, to say thank you and he managed to screw even that up. He kissed her. His coworker. His only friend in this dark times. He kissed a woman who wasn’t his wife, in front of his house, in broad daylight…

He was about to say sorry, to beg on his knees for forgiveness, to explain, in any way he could how stupid it was, how he wasn’t in control of his emotions, of his life, of anything…  And hope she would understand. But then she moved closer, putting her long fingered hands on his hips before leaning in close, so close her whole body touched his and then her lips found him and this time it was different… It was maddening and wild and it made Tomas’ guilt disappear. It made all thoughts desert him and moments, or was it an eternity later as he led her upstairs and on to his hover bed it all made sense. They were two people, lost and sad, and alone and hurt and in need… In need of comfort, in need of love, in need of each other… And that was all that mattered.