Trashy sidewalks. You can sort of see them in Matthew's letter up above (post #147 I think). I put the trashy sidewalk zip files over on this page >> http://forums.worldsims.net/showthread.php?t=6274&page=4
Dear Ant Emmy, Well, we have MOVD. We arr HERE n ther arr boxs EVRY WAER round me. Dad says to rite this ovr. We have Moved. We arre Here and there arre boxxes Every where. Dad went upstares. I got inna fite at skool. I hav a blak eye, Here is a picsure. It was peetro hit me. OK, [DAD is here], Pietro hit me. I am OK. Com vizit us, Ant Emmy, plees. Com see the hause, plees. Goodbye, Matthew
Dear Emmy, Just dropping you a line between unpacking boxes here. After talking to you and Dalila on Friday I feel better and agree that I shouldn't say anything to anyone but I'll be glad to escape this house and get to college with you guys. Here's a copy of that picture of us. It's nice, don't you think? Well, of you and me, anyway. Someone only got the back of Dalila's head. But we know who Alon really wants to look at, don't we, Emmy. I know that Griffin is well aware of his responsibilities to Matthew and Felicia and of his reputation here in the community. I guess you're right. He's got to face his own demons. By the way, speaking of demons, I caught a picture of Mercedes the other day. That jazzy red car must cost a fortune. Do you think she's blackmailing anyone? Guess I'd better get back to unpacking the dishes. I swear I will never own so much stuff. Not ever. It's not worth all this trouble. Love, Esther
Dear Griffin, Our little sister, Esther, is doing fine. She's all moved in to our house here on campus and is very excited about her classes in economics. George is doing well, too. You may recall that he and Esther are as close as any brother and sister I know. They encourage each other's studying and do research together even though his major is physics. Both majors involve a lot of higher level math. I'm glad they're here together. How's Matthew doing? That was quite a shiner he got from Pietro. I thought the two of them were friends. I guess the move away from the house he was familiar with and grew up in was a little difficult. It looks like Alon and I will hold a graduation party in a few days. We will miss Le Tour but our future together will be even more so exciting. I'll send you details later. Love, Emmy
Dear Dalila, Yup, it's me, writing to you there at Le Tour from my hovel of an apartment here in Baltimore. Alon's here, too, of course, so I don't really mind the bare floors and exposed pipes under the sink. I just sit up against him on the couch in front of the TV and everything else fades away. How are you, George and Esther doing all alone in that big rental house? Must seem quite spacious now that Ivy, Sophie, Randy, Alon and I have all graduated and moved back to Baltimore. Ivy and Randy, of course, are a hot item around town, seen everywhere holding hands and kissing. I'm glad for them. Sophie is engaged to Joe Carr. Those two are a little more discreet--no public displays of affection. We're all talking about wedding dresses and caterers and who's going to whose party. Wasn't the graduation party wild. We were all down with headaches and upset stomachs the next day but it was worth it. Study hard, Sis. I'll see you at the wedding. Love, Emmy p.s. I know very well I took pictures of the party and I've looked high and low through all the bags I moved into this apartment but I can't find them. Oh, well. We'll get plenty of your graduation party. You're a junior now so it won't be too long.
The honor of your presence is requested at the marriage of Miss Emmeline Sparrow to Mr. Alon Livingston at the Baltimore Chapel on Saturday, October 22, 2005 at 2:30 p.m. followed by a reception
Dear Emmy, Your wedding was beautiful, Emmy. I hope to have one some day although I don't even have a boyfiriend yet. None of the guys here at college really appeal to me. Don't know why. I didn't get a chance to talk to you at your wedding. Hope the honeymoon was everything you wanted. So anyway, yes, the house seems very quiet now. George and Esther would rather read books then watch TV. Every now and again, though, after George takes his shower he gets silly and starts singing very loudly while still in the tub. It's the acoustics, he says. They're very good in the bathroom. Reminds me of Dad. George looks like Dad. He talks like Dad. He's smart like Dad. It's a little unnerving. Even though Griffin is smart and looks like Dad he never gave me that same unnerving feeling of Dad reincarnated, the way George does. Griffin would never be so undignified as to sing in the shower. The only personality trait that Griffin shares with Dad is this attraction for Candida. That's why I'm so glad you're living in Baltimore now, close to Griffin. You can keep an eye on that witch, Candida, and her mother. Have you moved into your new house yet? I'm so anxious to see it. Love, Dalila
Dear Dalila, My darling sister, stay safely at Le Tour, I beg you. Terrible things are happening here in Baltimore. I have always scoffed at the superstitions about boogey men, witches, UFO's and all things that go bump in the night. Until now. Please don't come into town. Please! It is hard to even speak of what I saw. But I believe you should know. Last evening, Alon and I, after moving into our new house, had a minor (truly minor and petty) disagreement about the style of furniture for the living room (I want modern and he wants traditional. As I said, a stupid disagreement.) I decided to drive downtown to a club, alone, have a drink and something to eat, and cool off. The club (I'm too upset to remember its name and it doesn't matter anyway) was very busy and very crowded and a man sat down abruptly at my table. What I remember and what struck me as so odd is that he could have been Alon's twin, except for the eyes. There was something strange about his eyes, something fascinating and repellent at the same time. I can't describe it now. It was just an overwhelming feeling. He introduced himself as Leo MacArthur. We talked about nothing in particular; the crowd, the heat, the food. Then a waiter brought a telephone over to this man, called him Count Leonid, and said there was a call for him. A Count? I thought. Where from? I wondered. Suddenly I realized that Leo the Count was talking to Candida on the 'phone! He spoked to her by name. Then he hung up and smiled at me, so gently. We're invited, he said, to Candida's house for drinks. You will come, won't you, Emmeline? I wanted to say no, but I mumbled my agreement. How we got there, I honestly can't remember. We may have walked. I thought the night was hot when we were in the club but outside I was cold, shivering with every step. Then, within minutes it seems, we were greeting Candida at her house. Candida and her mother were all over that man, flirting with him, laughing and giggling too loudly. With all his attention on them I think he momentarily forgot about me and I snapped out of whatever spell his personality had wrapped me in. Then I began to feel anger, anger at all of them. Quietly I steamed and waited for an opportunity to just leave the house as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, Mercedes whipped up a salad, set the table, and sat down to eat it, but not before whispering something to the Count. A moment later he grabbed Candida and buried his teeth in her neck. I was too stunned to move for a second, then grabbed my little camera and snapped off a couple of pictures, because no one on earth was going to believe me otherwise. While Candida suffered, her mother calmly ate her salad without even looking up. Candida survived this strange attack but she is not the woman she was. One look at these pictures will convince you of that. Then it got worse. When Mercedes stood up to clear the table, Candida grabbed her and sank two long fangs into her mother's neck. A shudder went down my spine at this double betrayal--mother of daughter and daughter of mother. I don't know what I was thinking, but I leaped at the Count in a rage I don't understand. The fight was brief. Candida and Mercedes realized immediately that I could only lose to this monster and they broke the fight up. They care nothing for me so, obviously, it is Griffin's feelings they were worried about. Mercedes had picked up my camera and now handed it to me. I asked if could have a picture of the two of them. Of course, they said. I sincerely hope that I never meet either one of them or the Count on any night ever again. Take care, Dalila, Love, Emmy
Man, becoming a vamp sure didn't improve Mercede's looks any. I didn't think she could look any worse! Apparently I was wrong. How perfect. They already had the personalities, now they've got the fangs to match. Love Emmy's hair. Where'd you get it?
They are trying to preserve the Sparrow nose. "Can't marry a guy with a little nose," has been the family motto. However, they may want to rethink the strategy. The son of their Aunt Elizabeth (Sybil's long nosed sister) just started college and he's got quite a beak on him. No picture yet, but there will be. I had a devil of a time trying to get Emmeline into a wedding veil. My download folder is now loaded with Pronupsim veils. Some work nice. Some not quite. Those with hair included allowed too much bits and pieces of ears to show through. An odd problem, so I had to do hair and veil separate. Uh oh, look at the time. I'm do to leave the house in less than an hour. Late, as always.
Well, check out my story when you have a minute. I plan to post pictures tonight. I downloaded some pants that turn a sim invisible, and a hairstyle that makes the top of their head invisible. Very freaky.
Telephone call from Emmy to Dalila -- Dalila, you have to come home! Griffin's in trouble. I know what I said before about staying away from Baltimore but our brother's in trouble. Emmy, calm down. What's happened? He's been charged with MURDER, Dalila. It's terrible and it's NOT true. I tried to tell them she's not dead. I showed them the pictures. I told them about Count Leonid. They just looked at me as if I had two heads and told each other that I was just Griffin's nutty sister. Felicia's in a terrible state, practically catatonic from the shock. There are pictures in the paper of Griffin and Candida kissing on the sidewalk right in front of his own house, the idiot. What was he thinking?! Poor little Matthew. Felicia and Matthew are both staying at my house because of the reporters swarming around theirs. Emmy, slow down. I don't understand. If there's no body, there can't be a murder, right? Of course there's no body! That's just the point! But she hasn't been seen for a week and the Baltimore State's Attorney is after the headlines for himself. I'm sure it's a plot by Candida and Mercedes. I can't imagine what they think they're up to, getting Griffin sent to jail ... or ... worse! I can't bear to think about it. Come home, Dalila. Stay with me and Alon. I'm on my way, Emmy. As soon as I throw some clothes in a case, I'll see you shortly.
From the files of Duke Sidewalker, Private Detective Sparrow Case Monday (am) apptmnt, October 31, 2005 I met with sisters Emmeline Livingston and Dalila Sparrow. Emmeline brought her husband Alon Livingston. They want me to find a missing woman named Candida Menendez. I asked why they wanted to find her. Was she a relative? Did she owe them money? They told me that their brother George Sparrow has been arrested for her murder but there is no body. They believe she is still alive and in hiding. So I'm new to this town, staying here for awhile to escape some goons over in Simtown, and I haven't read the local paper for a few days. A murder trial and no body found yet. This should be interesting. Candida Menendez and her mother Mercedes have a house Downtown. I'll go check it out and talk to the mother. Then we'll see. If the woman is in hiding she probably won't be found in the clubs where she usually hangs out, but no one--and I mean no one--is ever able to cut themselves off completely from friends, family and familiar haunts, no matter how badly they don't want to be found. If she's alive, I'll find her.
Dear Aunt Elizabeth, I'm enclosing a picture of the private detective we just hired, in case he comes by to see you, because he's a little unnerving when you first meet him. His eyes are the coldest blue I've ever seen. Must be a side effect of his line of work. Anyway, his name is Duke Sidewalker and he'll be talking to everyone in the family about Candida Menendez. Please tell him everything you know. We must find her and prove she has not been murdered. Love, Emmy
Telephone conversation overheard between Emmeline and Dalila-- Dalila! What do you mean you're pregnant. Dalila, I can't believe you've done this! How could you be so stupid? Why didn't you just stay and help me out here? Why did you go back to Le Tour? Who's the father? Is he the reason you went back so quickly? Stop yelling at me, Emmy. I had to take an exam. It was important. As for the baby, these things happen. I didn't know it yet but I was already pregnant when I spent the weekend with you in Baltimore. What do you mean they 'happen?' They $%#& well don't happen if you're careful! Who's the father? His name is Quinn MacAdam. He's wonderful, Emmy, really. I love him and he loves me. Does he know about the baby yet? No. Not yet. I'm waiting until after he finishes his semester exams. I don't want him worrying. Are you coming back here now that your exams are over? Yes, I'm packing up now. I want Quinn to come too, when his exams are done. Can he come, Emmy? For the love of ... when I get my hands on ... oh, never mind. I can't handle this right now, on top of Griffin's troubles and Felicia's weeping all around the house and little Matthew asking questions of everyone in the family. I have to go lie down. I have to think. I'm so tired. Yes, there's room for him, too. Take of yourself, you little idiot. Eat right and all that. See you soon.
OH Lynet this story is wonderful. Keep the updates coming, especially since I've read up to here. I'm a Dear Emmy addict now! LOL Ruthie
Thanks Ruthie. It helps a lot to know other people are reading and liking the story. I'll keep going. Getting Dalila through college slowed me down but she's just finished today so I can focus on poor Griffin and his problems.
This is so exciting! Update soon! So, remind me--both Mercedes and Candida are vampires now...and Duke Sidewalker looks really familiar, have you posted a picture of him before?
