Finally

It was a bright, sunny day; or at least it would have been if I were telling the truth.

To be completely honest, it was a dark and stormy night.

I was walking down the city streets, and a man walks up to me and asks,"Do you need an umbrella?" My only response was silence. In my silence I glared. He got a bit nervous and walked away.

How dare he just walk up and ask me something like that. I was soaking wet! Of course I needed an umbrella! So did he.

Anyhow, I continued walking. I was about to meet someone who had contacted me online. She says she has new information on my family. That I have a relative I don't know about. For some reason, this peaked my interest.

I believe I must disclose. My family is a bit far from the average. We don't have a last name. My mother, Delorcita, who is supposedly Italian, had to give up her last name, Kordare when she married my father, "Sicarius". I don't know much about my parents. They were a secretive couple. I barely saw them when I was growing up. All I know is, I must hide from them. My father is to be feared, and my mother is to be ignored; as it is in most families. The difference in my family is that it's taken to the extreme. My mother is in witness protection, I don't know where she is, and my father is an ingenious super-assassin...I don't know where he is either, and I think he's after me. When I was born, my parents didn't know what to name me, so they decided not to.

Then, I found out about ten years ago that I had a half-sister named Toshlin. Of course, we share the same father, so she has no last name either. I know nothing else of her family, for it does not hold my interest. I'm sure I have other relatives, but unless they commit a crime or fight it, I don't care.

Now that you're up to speed, I will continue.

I was to meet up with this woman at Tre Cafe. So, I walked in and sat in the most hidden booth. There, I waited.

I was on my sixth cup of coffee when she walked in. I knew right away it was her. How? She looked exactly like me, except, she looked...preppy.

As she walked toward me I stood up. I noticed she was looking around eagerly. And when she finally found me...

"Oh, my G-NESS!" she exclaimed. All I could do was stare in shock. "I finally found you!"

I snapped out of it. "Yes, finally." I said.

(To be continued...)

Pillow Talk

I watched. I watched everything. I saw how they threw their arms around each other and started kissing. I observed how the woman cried as he held her close saying,"I'll never leave you again!"

"I hate movies like this..." I said as I looked over at Toshlin, who at the moment was occupied with a tissue in her hands and tears streaming down her puffy cheeks. "It's just so special!", she said.

I rolled my eyes and stood up.

This movie was pointless. "This is not how life plays out, Toshlin." She looked at me with frustration in her eyes."You don't know how life plays out in these situations. You've never been in a serious relationship."

Oh, but I have been. The dear, plump Toshlin just wasn't around for it.

The year was 1932, and I was just beginning my job at Mystery, Co. when I was partnered up with The Mystery Man. We were the first two employees working there and the only two employees who kept their identities a secret. Our team name was, 'The M.D. (The Mystery Duo)'. Anyway, we were on our second case and the man we were chasing was a pillow thief. Somehow, we had gotten split up. I was walking down a long hallway, when a pillow hit me in the face. I immediately started snorting, then laughing. I looked over and it was the thief. I put my gun away and we started talking. He was funny and handsome.

A couple of days later we went out for coffee. Then we started dating. After 8 months, he asked me to marry him and I accepted.

We were married for two years when he died. Some say he died peacefully in his sleep, some say he loved pillows so much that he ended up eating one. But, the autopsy report says that his obsession of pillows was so difficult for his wife to bear that she smothered him in his sleep with the thing he loved even more than her. I was so upset when I found out he had a second wife.

Yes, Toshlin doesn't know about my being a widow to a previously married man, but, she doesn't need to know.