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Eliza: Chapter Twelve: Elder Times

June 24, 2009

12.1

Life in the DiPotere household was the most normal it had ever been. Mirabella was full of life, and loved to play, play, play. With Darryl home, and a house full of happy children, Eliza felt like, finally, all was right in the world.   Once again, though,  she put her friendship with Miss Emmy and her DiPotere research on the back burner as she focused on her family.  She and  Darryl began to have fun again, just like old times. It was so good to see Darryl laugh.

12.4

The light atmosphere of the DiPotere household was abreath of fresh air after the months of stress for Eliza.  She almost forgot about the feeling that something was wrong with Darryl.  Almost.

12.2

Life went on, and the days were passing faster than ever.  After yet another round of toys and diapers, it was soon time to break out the birthday candles.  This time, though, Miss Emmy was nowhere to be found.  It was just Eliza, Darryl and Mirabella who were there to celebrate as Maria grew into a beautiful toddler.

12.3

Mirabella, too,  was a lovely child, but certainly a handful. She practically had to be forced to sit and study, and Eliza lived in constant fear that the social worker would come take her away for poor grades.   The private school headmaster wouldn’t even come to dinner, no matter how hard Eliza tried.  Darryl shrugged it off, but Eliza worried about her oldest girl.

With all her focus on family, Eliza hadn’t noticed her own time slipping away.   She tried to prolong her time with Miss Emmy’s green super-juice, but it didn’t take effect. One bright Monday morning Eliza trasitioned into Elderhood without even a party.

12.6

“I wonder if Darryl will still find me attractive,” Eliza wondered, as she fingered her newly grey locks. Darryl soon eased her fears with the most passionate kiss Eliza had ever experienced. “Well,” she said after catching her breath, “I guess I know how you feel about older women now.” Darryl laughed and pulled her closer.

12.5

Eliza went to bed at peace with her new stage in life, but now she had a new worry.  She had been so focused on family – on keeping Darryl happy, on helping her girls learn and grow – that she hadn’t found any new information on the DiPotere Curse at all.  Isabelle’s journal sat collecting dust on her bookshelf, and Miss Emmy was still mysteriously vanished.  Eliza tossed and turned, as she wondered about the fate of her girls.  Was the curse real?   The next morning, Eliza awoke earlier than usual. She was certain there were strange thuds coming from the living room. As she stepped out of her bedroom, Eliza gasped.

12.7

Mirabella lay crumpled on the floor.

“Mirabella!” Eliza cried. Darryl leapt out of bed at the sound of panic in his wife’s voice, and like a flash was at her side.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know! Call 911…”

Suddenly, there was a noise, a small giggling noise coming from where the child lay.   Mirabella leaped to her feet, and the giggling became peals of  laughter.  “I was only teaching Jupiter how to play dead, Mommy,” she said, before going back to her task.

12.8

Eliza turned to Darryl.  In hushed tones, she pleaded with her husband.  “What are we going to do with her?” Eliza said.  “She won’t do her homework, she won’t clean her room…all she wants to do is run around and play pranks like this.”

“I don’t think it was a ‘prank,’ dear,” said Darryl. “I think you just caught her in the middle of Jupiter’s, er, lesson.”

“Don’t you get it?” Eliza began, but of course Darryl didn’t get it. He still believed the disappearances of the DiPoteres were due to family lore, or simply women looking for a change. “After all, you’re still here,” he would say to Eliza, and to this Eliza did not have an answer.   Why was she still here?  Eliza had pondered that question for years.  More importantly, though, would either Mirabella or Maria be strong enough to take over the search when she was gone?

12.10.a

Only time would tell.

Go on to Chapter Thirteen

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. June 24, 2009 7:51 am

    Wow that scared me! LOL

  2. pieridae permalink*
    June 24, 2009 11:19 am

    LOL, thanks. I do love that “play dead” interaction. 🙂

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