Journal entry 19
~A birthday party~
The day had arrived for the twins, that is the little twins (Augustine and Veronique), to have their birthday.
We decided to have an enormous birthday bash, inviting as many friends as possible. We deserved it after all, when last had we had a celebration at all?
Evangeline wanted to invite Bobby Lobos, the two of them had gotten close recently and I suspect that secretly she had a crush on him. He had afterall been unimpressed with RaphaelNinja when he had had eyes for her at the Bistro. She felt flattered.
I was inside, getting some food ready for all the guests we were expecting.
The guests had started arriving and I wanted to make this a night to remember for everyone! I certianly did not want the thought of birthdays to be unpleasant for my girls or Geraldine’s girls for that matter.
I wanted it all to be perfect!
Things did seem to be perfect when my *beefcake* arrived looking rather dashing in a white tuxedo jacket. I had been secretly worried that all he owned was overalls!
(Note Kiley running into the main house in what looks like underwear o.O Jefferson soon followed in his blue underwear as well… must get to the bottom of that one!)
Geraldine was so excited that her girls were going to be toddlers. I think she was relieved that they had not been taken away by child services. She had realised what an absent-minded mom she had been at one stage (after mom had giving her the big lecture).
I guess ghosts make a lasting impression on a person.
World… meet Veronique CrinkleWinkle.
She looks alot like her dad, Lawrence Lum… who creepily looks alot like James Woods *giggle*
In the meantime… Augustine… had aged up alone… upstairs.
She was seriously unimpressed… frankly she made me feel kind of creepy… I felt the need to look over my shoulder.
She was just a toddler for goodness sakes! I had to get a grip, I think other things were affecting my judgement.
I brushed away the paranoia.
I pretended I did not feel uneasy.
I put on my *fake-store-bought* party smile, and attended to our guests.
Yet… I could not brush away that uncanny sixth sense that one acquires as a master thief…
…all was not well…
…I felt it.