

Lately, it seems as if my dreams have been troubled. Lester’s as well. Perhaps it is because so much has happened. My mother’s death… giving birth to twins, yet again. I don’t know, but I have such strange dreams of late.
And it would seem that Lester and I are not the only ones who have been feeling unsettled. The girls, especially Fern, have strange tales to tell in the morning light, while we are sitting down to breakfast.
Continue reading ‘Chapter 16′
While I am composing my next chapter (I often take days to mull over story for the screencaps I have, so it isn’t always ‘wash rinse repeat’), I decided to talk a before and after look at the house Bella’s been living in all this time.

This is the first house, the one built with the very little money that Cornelia Goth bribed Bella with. It was one room, and very very sad.
Continue reading ‘The House That Bella Built’
Hello… is anyone there? If you are, this is Cassandra Bachelor, and I am standing here, looking up at the stars…. trying in vain to make sense of the things which have happened in what seems like so short a time.
Where do I begin?
I suppose, with my mother, Bella Bachelor, who started life in Sunset Valley as the daughter of Simis and Jocasta Bachelor, sister of Michael & Matthew Bachelor and half-sister to Rene Kennedy.
Continue reading ‘Chapter 15′

Alexander was excited to be an uncle. He and Elaine had begun having babies long before and had, in fact, given birth to a handsome little boy, whom they named Galen. By the time Cassandra’s twins were born, Galen was already a toddler and soon to become a child … and Elaine was pregnant again. She was hoping for a girl this time, and they both were looking forward to seeing their new nieces, Elena and Fern.
Continue reading ‘Chapter 14′
After the wedding, Lester moved in with us. He brought very little money with him, but that was okay. For a while now, we have been quite okay as a family.
Indeed, I had a bit of a “secret stash” of things as it were. Not money, mind you, but heirlooms and items I’d found on my trips to Egypt and China. Things I wanted more than anything to pass down to my children along with the house. And I had been thinking about these things a lot more recently – maybe it was Dorothy’s death reminding me that neither Mortimer or I were getting any younger and that even if illness never befell either of us, someday the Reaper would come for us as well. It was, after all, the inevitable result of a long life.
Continue reading ‘Chapter 13′
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