“Wait a
second,” Tibi’s voice shook as she suppressed her giggles. “Wait wait wait wait
wait. Your Roger is older than mom’s Pilar? Like, as in Roger’s aunt is
younger than he is?”
Ottawa
frowned at the little half-sister in front of him. It wasn’t that big of a deal
to him, but it was almost as if Tib was making fun of their shared parent.
“Hey, Mom
was just a kid when I came along,” Ottawa’s voice held just a hint of a reproach.
“She’s still got plenty of time ahead of her.”
Tiburcia
put on a blank face, surprised that her ‘big brother’ (she barely knew him- the
blood bond was a mere formality) could gloss over Melly’s many shortcomings.
Soon enough Tibi would be a young adult, legal and on her own. When that happy
day occurred she would officially, finally, write her mother off. In her
opinion, Ignacio was the one who raised her, (with the help of Abuela and
Layla,) and was thus the only one who counted.
Standing
in the corner where he could see everything as well as he wanted, Ignacio
watched his little girl attempting to talk to one of the siblings she barely
knew. At least she had the opportunity to be around Mariah enough that she
could say she knew at least one of them.
And Mariah
would be a lot easier to connect with after this. A child has far more
attraction for a teenager than a toddler with a somewhat morbid view of life.
Morbid…
Speaking of morbid…
Why
wouldn’t Raul stand still? Act like nothing was going on? Instead he kept
fidgeting, clearing his throat loudly, staring a hole in Ignacio’s head.
The pair
had already managed to attract Nalleli’s attention; they didn’t need any one
else staring at them either.
“I swear
to PlumbBob,” Raul’s voice was taut. “I swear that you said you needed to talk
to me. Now all you’re doing is staring at everyone else in the room. Iggy I’ve
lived with you long enough to see you stare at people before, it’s nothing new.
If you don’t start talking soon-”
“Shut up!”
Ignacio hissed throwing a sharp look over his shoulder. “Don’t you see Nalleli?
She’ll go away faster if she thinks we’re just standing here.”
“Oooooooh,”
Raul sighed. “Yeah, I didn’t see her there.”
“You’re
missing a lot fidgeting and trying to see how hard you can stare at me,” said
Ignacio.
“Well,
then maybe we can just slip away?”
“No,”
Ignacio whispered. “Layla would notice.”
“Then tell
me another time.”
“No!”
Ignacio winced, looking around furtively and sighed. Thankful his exclamation
hadn’t attracted attention and that Nalleli had wandered off.
“No, it
needs to be now,” Ignacio continued over his shoulder. Why wouldn’t Raul stand
next to him? It was weird talking over his shoulder like that.
“Why now?”
Sighing
instead of answering, Ignacio just shook his head. He couldn’t give his real
reasons to her brother, and it saddened him. But telling his brother that he
wouldn’t be assisting with his smuggling any longer was best done in a room
full of happy, talking, noisy, watching, people.
“You’ve
gained Mami’s attention,” Ignacio had spent weeks trying to come up with what
to tell his brother, how to start it. He could hardly march up to him and quit.
And what he wouldn’t give to be able to do just that. “And then Mami went and
pulled Layla aside and blabbed to her.”
Raul moved
fractionally closer to hear better.
“They
don’t know anything do they?” asked Raul.
Tiburcia
looked through the milling crowd at her Daddy’s taut face. Something was up,
but she was too far away to hear.
“It’s not
like they actually know what we’re doing,” Raul said. “I mean, Mami hasn’t
touched any of us in ages.”
“Tha’s not
true,” responded Ignacio. “She touched me while Layla was gone and I don’t know
what all she got. It was enough to scare my wife though.”
“Scare
your wife! It’s not like we’re doing something horrible…” Raul’s voice trailed
away at the quelling look his brother gave him.
“Quit
lying to me,” Ignacio spat. “Mami could only get confirmation of what I
know, everything else is guess work and matching the ends of the different paths we
choose. But she is damn good with her guesses and her latest guess is tha’
whatever we used to be doing isn’
what you’re doing anymore.”
Chest
swelling slightly, Ignacio’s eyes were slits when his brother failed to
contradict him immediately.
“I want
out.”
“No, no,”
Raul’s voice higher pitched than usual. “No, don’t quit. I’ll tell you- I… I
got caught.”
Stomach
sinking to his toes it took everything in Ignacio to keep his mouth closed.
This wasn’t what he’d been expecting to hear at all. Then the questions began
forming and the implications of those three words finally sunk in.
“I got caught
by the Simgolean army one night.”
Sighing,
Raul continued. “They took me into custody right there, brought out a bunch of
guys with rifles, said they were going to kill me but they had to wait for this
one guy. So I just knelt there waiting figuring the guy was one of those
twisted sicko’s who get their jollies watching others snuff it, but that wasn’t
it. They’d been watching me and they were going to offer me a deal. But it’s
kind of one of those ‘A deal you can’t refuse’ things, because if I’d refused
to go along with it they would have killed me.”
“They
wanted me to start bringing in supplies for their army,” Raul continued. “Food
to keep them going, blankets, medicine, really it was the same stuff we were
already sending over there only the army was going to pay me a lot more for
it.”
“You
should have said no,” Ignacio interrupted. “We weren’t doing it for the army we
were doing it-”
“-For the
Lee’s.” Raul interrupted the interruption. The Lee’s were the family Raul had
stayed with all those years ago. “They said they had the Lee’s in custody. And
if I went along they’d take care of them using my supplies just like always,
but they would kill them too if I refused. So the Lee’s are alright. And that’s
why I can’t say no.”
“The Lee’s
are one family,” Ignacio said. “One. We were supposed to be helping the people,
not their government. This isn’t a mercy mission anymore. And how do you know
they haven’t already killed the Lee’s just to simplify matters?”
“You’re
not the only one with a brain brother,” Raul growled at Ignacio, his apologetic
manner of only moments before vanishing. “I insisted on seeing them that night,
and have on many other occasions. And not just one of them, but their entire
family to make sure they are well fed and taken care of. I take care of my
people.”
“You
haven’ taken care of me,” said Ignacio. “I’m donating fish to a foreign army
for free. How does that take care of me or my family? You drive the nicest car in town! How
is that taking care of starving people?”
“You want
a cut? Is that what this is about? I’ll give you a cut.”
“It’s not
about money.”
“Of course
not,” the sarcasm in Raul’s words made Ignacio cringe. “It’s never about money.
No. What is it about then Ignacio? Because to me this is about life and death.
They’ll kill me. They’ll kill the Lee’s. Is that really what you want on your
conscience?”
“It’s not
about my conscience,” Ignacio sneered back. “It’s about yours.”
As he walked
away from his brother Ignacio felt like scum. Raul was right that that his life
would be on Ignacio’s head now. But he’d already promised Layla he’d get out,
and hearing that he was no longer helping innocents caught in a political
battle made her right to want him out. Was the cost worth it in the end though?
Or had his Mami not seen the correct sim lying dead?
Behind
him, he could still feel the black shadow his brother was. No matter how much
he tried to focus on his baby girl and this joy that should be her birthday,
the shadow was there. For him, it would always be there now.
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With only a half
understanding of what was going on, Mariah blew as hard as she possibly could at
her candles as Layla watched anxiously. Somehow, this was supposed to trigger something magic according to Mommy. Mariah hoped it would make the cake explode.
Tiburcia looked down at the cake and remembered her last one, how this tiny little mite
had arrived on that day. She’d have another cake of her own soon leaving her
small sister behind to keep their parents entertained. Or shocked depending on what new tales Mariah might come up with.
Required
Blackmail Shot to show future boyfriends.
Oh, that
hair is for sure going to have to be changed. The Clipping! The Clipping!!
When her
eyes didn’t automatically uncross as normal Mariah got a little flustered and
had a mini- princess- tantrum until she could finally see straight enough to walk
to her cake without tripping on the edge of the rug.
Mariah
quietly selected the largest slice of cake. The smile she first grew up with had
disappeared, replaced by a prim look. Sweeping her gaze around the room, she
smirked. There’s no way that cake would feed this many people. And she laughed to herself knowing she had hers, envisioning those remaining brawling to get a
slice. It was good to be the queen.
When Mariah found out there were adults who purposely skipped the cake, while others asked for only tiny tastes and no one had fought she was most disappointed. How rude of
them not to think her cake worth fighting over!
As her family prepared to leave, Sally stopped before Layla.
“Come by
tomorrow,” Sally said, smiling at her cousin. “Roger will be having his birthday and it’s
time we caught up.”
Despite
her efforts to the contrary, a single tear snuck out of Layla’s eye. It had been too long since she caught up, really caught up, with those
who matter most.
“We’ll be
there.”
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So there
you go. I’m going to pretend it’s not painfully obvious what’s coming up and
I’m sure you all will as well. ;) Nah. We all know what’s coming. I’ve been too
distracted too really do good work on the smoke and mirrors I prefer to have
going so I beg your forgiveness. But things seem to kind of actually be settling
back into routine (after nearly 2 months of it) at last which gives me the time
to work out some of the kinks a little better. There are bloopers for this one.
A lot of them, lol. But with 28 sims in the house you know there had to be a
few funny moments, and with Cyrus in there? How can I resist making fun of
Cyrus? It’s just so easy sometimes. So go have a peek.
And for
the record- Tibi has 4 days until she moves out as a YA, just for the math
freaks out there. ;)
