Shock. A rather uncanny timing for a Kelly to appear. 'But who is she?', the troubled twins of the Goodend line wondered. She reminded them of their mother. It was identity and not tidings that they were more interested in. For Ethan, it was an acquaintance from years ago, and he was once again reminded, but yet relieved, that his children would be in good hands in the future.
'My father sends his best wine to you.'
Her hands reach out the basket containing the fine produce and looks up at them. Eyes glowing and gleaming in full glory. Slowly, her lips curl into a smile and urges them once again to accept this gift. She reminded them of Anne. Her silhouette cast a large shadow over them as she walked through the door.
If for that moment, the gents were elated at their harbinger of joy and hope, oh how wrong they were. Everything happened as quickly as it had originally started and over that fateful night.
Unable to find any rest in the days events, Ethan was more than just a bag of nerves downstairs. Schizophrenia, as the physicians had deemed it, had struck. Tailing shadows, blood flowing out of his hands, a policeman banging at the door. The fallen man, had once again been reduced to yet another sinking level. However, this experience, unlike the others, wasn't unreal.
A heavy thump on the door as loud as thunder. A few men screaming downstairs. The twins, 'fast asleep' upstairs were, however, able to distinguish one of them as their father's. Wood cracking and pottery smashing further gave evidence that a scuffle had erupted downstairs again. However, this time the prelude to the descending silence came a little louder with a forte.
It must have been ages, for their muscles ached in tension and their bed sheets were soaking with perspiration. Then, Romulus shot up and whispered.
'Is Daddy with the other man lying in the kitchen?'
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