Varland Story - Chapter 36 - Elke

I've joined the police department.

 

I dread the day that I'll need to arrest Eyvin, or worse yet, my mother.  It's inevitable, though, unless they mend their ways.

I'm at wit's end pleading with my mother.

She must be the stubbornest woman who ever lived.

Meanwhile, I'm working to take down the last of the Altos, even though we no longer pay tribute to Vita's spawn. 

I suspect that the tribute is coming to my mother instead.

I may be a forensic analyst but I don't know everything.  I'm not sure I want to know.
 

I'm also 30 already.

I wonder if I'll ever find Mr. Right.
 

So far, there's only Terence Waterman.

 I'm still holding out for the knight in shining armour, complete with white steed.
 

Dagmar occasionally talks to living Sims these days.

She still prefers to hang with the ghosts.

She's just turned 21.

 

My mother's turned 65.

 

 

 

Much to my surprise, she's retired.

 

I know.  I don't believe it either. 

 

 



I can't even pretend to take the credit; I'll just appreciate it for what it is.

She's even doing her share around the house!

While this lasts, I'll go to work on Eyvin.

With less than stellar results.  He says we need the money.

Which is hilarious, given the way Jeri's raking it in.

The ghosts are altogether out of control.  I think it's only by Dagmar's intercession that we're permitted to live here at all.

She's planting the seed that they'd be happier among their own kind.  It's slow going.

Still, when it comes to ghosts, it's clear that she's inherited her grandfather's blarney.

So it's agreed.

She's gone about town...

Gathered up all the graves...

And taken them to the cemetery, where we've had the loveliest memorial service.  We've honoured our ancestors' lives, shared our reminiscences and thanked them for their dedication to restoring Sunset Valley to normalcy.

And laid them to rest at long last.





 

Varland Story - Chapter 35 - Wormy

Today's assignment.  Yes, that lucky git Grim's retired, so I have this family now. 

 

His one regret was not taking this one out early. Says he could have used the suspension time to pack for Fiji.  I always thought it was unprofessional to get so personally involved but I'm itching to take her out too.
 

 

She wants me, I can tell.  She's begging for it.

Focus, Wormy, focus! Back to the business at hand.

 

Grim would call it a cheap shot to take him out in the bath.  I rather like the mano y mano aspect.

 

It kills me to admit that he'd have handled it with more finesse.  Who knew so many Sims could assemble so fast?

 

And what's worse yet...It used to creep me out something fierce when Grim would snivel on and on about Deena.  Who knew that one day I'd fall for a Sim, and, a jailbait Sim to boot?

Dagmar!

 

Varland Story - Chapter 34 - Elke

 

I turned thirteen.  Yay.  Wow.

 

Jeri is totally preggers. Three guesses who'll get to babysit. Of course, there's just *so* much else to do in this town.

 

I'm surprised by the way Eyvin is stepping up to the plate. He should probably lose the dog collar, though.

 



I wish my mother would wear more clothes around the house.  At her age it's just not decent.

 

 

Actually, she could go starkers for all of me, if she and Dad would just quit with the sniping.

 

 

She constantly berates him about why isn't he conducting the symphony yet.  His mego look sends her into a fury. 

 

 

Really, he's doing quite well in the symphony, though I don't know anyone who actually goes there. 

 



 

Jeri, on the other hand, is a pop icon.  All the girls at school want me to score them autographs and concert tickets.

 

Smooth move, Jeri! Scare the kid to death and then leave me to get her to sleep! Thanks a lot!

Ah well, she's turning five.  Should get lower maintenance and more interesting.
 

 

So far, she only talks to the ghosts.



Who have taken over the house.

And never let us forget who's in charge.

 

My mother got arrested.  Mucho drama.

When I suggested that she might want to consider cleaning up her act, she went ballistic and told me to stay out of her face and her business.  This did wonders for our relationship.

 

Dagmar turned thirteen.  Dad says this is the first real birthday party with guests and not just cake with the family in seven generations.

 

She still only talks to the ghosts.

And I'm 21.  Now I can tell my mother where to go and what to do with it when she gets there.