Email from Tobias Lentz to Valeria HolidayHi Val,
I stopped by Lyanna’s uh place. She had just come home from work and while I think she was genuinely excited about the job, she was so dirty there was practically a green cloud wafting off of her. While I talked to her, Lyanna washed her hands no less than 8 times.
Not sure how much she’s told you, but she has a twin bed, a toilet and a sink. That’s it. She kept snacking on raw mushrooms.
I tried to give her some extra simoleons, but she refused up and down and said it could get her kicked out of the Project. She’s stubborn as Father, your eldest girl.
Maybe come by and start grilling? If other people make food, I guess she’s allowed to eat it.
Love,
Toby
P.S. Does Lyanna know about Uriah Fyres being our half-brother? You might want to clue her in about Nathan not being acceptable boyfriend material.
Journal entry, Cassana HolidayI got home from work to find Mom frantically packing up a picnic hamper. She threw my workout clothes at me. “Change now.”
“What? I wanted to take a—”
“Clothes. Change. Now. We’re leaving in 5 minutes.”
Shireen was already at work so the three of us got in the car and drove in our workout clothes to the edge of Willow Creek so we could “run into” Lyanna.
Next thing I know we’re in this little picnic area where Mom started grilling all this food. We ended up eating with Lyanna and a couple of other people, but from the way Lyanna was tearing into the grilled chicken, I got why Mom was so insistent we go.
Mom was so upset when she was how Lyanna was living. She kept it in until we were in the car driving home.
I don’t think I could live in a field with a toilet and a bed, but Lyanna seems really happy. Like she’s doing what she’s been meant to do all her life.
From: Lyanna Holiday
To: Drifter Board of Directors, No Sim Left Behind
Re: Progress Report 002Work is really taking up most of my time. I was promoted again and Dominick said if I keep doing so well I should reach the top of my profession in no time.
My hunt for a life partner is not going so well. Everyone I meet seems to be married, has terrible traits, or there’s just no chemistry.
I went out for dinner with Nathan Fyres to the Grill Grille. The food isn’t much, but it’s pretty much the best option. I’ve known Nathan since we were at school. We get along well and I feel he would be an excellent father. Every time I try to flirt, though, it’s like it’s just not an option and I don’t understand it at all.
In other news, I have made enough to purchase a shower.
Journal Entry, Lyanna HolidayI was eating a cheeseburger from a platter left behind in the little parkette near my lot. Lately it seems like a lot of people are leaving food, which has been great as I still don’t have a cooler or refrigerator when I got the idea to invite Nathan to Hare Square Park. We get along great. We always do.
But I just can’t seem to flirt with him.
It got weird and he took off somewhere. I ran into Kelvin Holquin, who is new at work and not yet dating anyone. Without even thinking, which is something I never do, I tried to flirt and I couldn’t.
I spotted Mom playing chess by herself. I wonder if she was looking out for me because she had this concerned look on her face. I joined her and to my horror started to cry. I told her all about Nathan and Kelvin and she made a sad half laugh.
“Honey, it’s not you. It’s my fault.”
“What?”
“They’re your cousins, Lyanna. You can’t flirt with them and they can’t flirt with you because you’re too closely related.”
She shared this whole long story about her father and his relationships and the upshot is I don’t think I’m going to be able to finish the Project.
I’m related to nearly every eligible person from Willow Creek to San Myshuno.What the heck am I going to do?
