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2.16 One Last Hoorah

September 23, 2010



The day of Caprice’s birthday party, nothing seemed to go right.  The bakery had made the same cake the family just had for Bianca’s birthday, instead of the special butterfly cake Allie had ordered.  The kittens that were to be Caprice’s present caught a cold and were in quarantine at the animal shelter.  They wouldn’t be available now for another week.  On top of all that, Caprice came home from school so tired and cranky she went straight to bed.  Bianca was still an emotional wreck at the thought of losing her last little girl to teenhood, and Miss Emmy was nowhere to be found, even though she’d said she would help out.

“What else could go wrong?” Allie muttered to herself as she placed balloons strategically around the family room.


Finally, though, Allie got the whole family gathered around the cake.  Everyone perked up when Caprice stepped up to the table to blow out her candles.  The family understood why she was in her pajamas, after her dramatic show of stomping up to take a nap after school.  What they weren’t sure of, however, was why Miss Emmy was also in her pajamas at five o’clock in the afternoon.  But anyone who wondered shoved the thought aside, and hooted and hollered for Caprice as she prepared to transition.


The whole room held a collective breath as Caprice blew out the candles. All were transported for a moment back to when they stood before their own childhood candles, back to a time when things were simpler, less complicated.   A time when monsters were just the things that hid under the bed – silly figments of childhood fantasy. Not real creatures out to destroy your family, your entire legacy.  Nostalgia faded quickly, though and the room burst into cheers as the last candle on Caprice’s cake smoldered and went out.


Caprice transitioned into a beautiful teen, as everyone knew she would. The DiPotere women were all so lovely. Miss Emmy fought back tears as she watched Phebe standing behind Caprice, cheering her on. She was reminded of another pair of sisters, Mirabella and Maria, who had gone through the same act so many years ago. Maria stood in the family room beside her, but Mirabella, poor brave Mirabella, had been killed by the curse they’d worked so hard to fight.

Miss Emmy slipped away to the kitchen, where she could have a moment to compose herself. As she stood at the sink, splashing water on her face, she felt the first twinges in her chest. Before she could move to return to the others, before she could even speak, Miss Emmy felt the presence of death wash over her.


The rest of the family only heard the thud as Miss Emmy’s lifeless body fell to the kitchen floor.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. pieridae permalink*
    September 23, 2010 11:51 pm

    I have no pics of Miss Emmy’s blissful departure to the Sim resting place in the sky. Why? I was in the bathroom! I almost cried when I returned to find not only wasn’t the game on pause, like I thought, one of my most beloved characters had died. I very nearly quit without saving, but then I couldn’t cheat that much either. It is still a legacy challenge after all. Le sigh. Yet another reason why this legacy came to be called “Cursed!”

  2. Potential_Fate permalink
    September 24, 2010 1:33 pm

    D: OH NOES!

    now she’ll never have that day to herself with miss Emmy.

  3. Sizza permalink
    September 24, 2010 9:02 pm

    D: Miss Emmy!

  4. pieridae permalink*
    September 25, 2010 9:59 pm

    I know, I know. They just can’t stay happy for long, can they?

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