Darkness and Light
Shari: Look Andrew! Aster is doing the most perfect flip out of the bassinet!
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Andrew: That’s my boy!
Shari: He’s got my red hair and your darker skin tone. I’ll need to change his wardrobe, though.
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Andrew: And we’ll need to expand the house a little to make room for another bedroom.
Shari: Perfect! I think he likes it.
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Andrew: The extension to the house also made the front room larger, Shari. There was just enough space to add a piano.
Shari: It’s beautiful!
Andrew: Sit down and try it, and I’ll fiddle.
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Shari: It’s so fancy! I feel I should be wearing my Sunday best, not my everyday outfit.
Andrew: Let’s change, then. Is this better?
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Shari: Much better. And the candles help, too.
Andrew: While we’re all dressed up, we should paint each other’s portraits.
Shari: That’s an excellent idea.
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Andrew: They turned out nice, if I do say so myself. Although the one you painted of me is a masterpiece, and mine of you is merely excellent.
Shari: Don’t sell yourself short, dear. They are worth almost exactly the same. And besides, we’re never going to sell them.
From Shari’s diary:
The strangest thing happened the other night. Andrew had gone out to use the outhouse (or so I thought) but he did not come right back. I was inside working on my latest book, and I suddenly realized that he had been gone for hours.
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This isn’t completely unusual because sometimes Andrew gets distracted and decides to start a painting or a woodworking project, but it was the middle of the night and pitch-black outside. It’s terrible for his eyesight when he tries to do those things in the dark so I went out (under the pretense of taking out the trash) to go and check on him. Andrew wasn’t in the backyard. As I made my way around the side of the house with the trash, I heard an eerie noise behind me. I turned to look and there was Andrew suspended about 10 feet up in the air by what I can only describe as a beam of light. He slowly descended through the light and was set down right in front of the outhouse.
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Andrew got up looking rather dazed, went into the outhouse, then came out and went straight to bed. He hasn’t said a word about it, and I wonder now if it was all just my overactive writer’s imagination. Was the whole thing a dream?
A few days later…
Shari: Mommy’s boy is soooo big!
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Aster: Mama boy sooo big! Poddy by-sef!
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Shari: That smells wonderful, Andrew. What are you making for dinner?
Andrew: Pasta Primavera, and if it turns out edible, it will be more thanks to your excellent quality produce than my mediocre cooking skills.
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Shari: You are being too modest, dear. Aster and I think your cooking is wonderful.
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Andrew: Thank you. And did I see that you have received a postcard from every corner of the globe, Shari? Is that our first complete collection?
Shari: Yes. I received the last one in the mail this morning and finished The Curator aspiration as well. Then, a few hours later I completed the frog collection.
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Andrew: Two collections and an aspiration? Congratulations! You are on a roll today.
Shari: We should build a cellar so we have a safe place to store our collectibles.
Andrew: Your wish is my command.
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Andrew: What aspiration did you choose next, Shari?
Shari: Freelance Botanist, of course. Gardening is more enjoyable than ever now that I’ve got a little helper.
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Andrew: You’ve put so much work into the garden already. You’ll have that aspiration completed in no time.
Shari: I do hope to finish it quickly, but it will take at least a few days for Bluebell to grow.
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Shari: How are you doing with your Musical Genius aspiration, dear?
Andrew: I’m making steady progress. I’ve maxed the violin skill and written two songs.
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Andrew: Technically, you’ve been memorialized twice now. In addition to your portrait, I also named my first song “Shari Darling.”
Shari: How sweet of you! But isn’t that the name of a Bruce Springsteen song?
Andrew: His is spelled differently, and he’s after our time, remember? *winks*
Andrew: Did you put Aster to bed? Did he go right to sleep?
Shari: Yes, he had a busy day. I think he was asleep before I finished the story.
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Shari: Now that it’s just the two of us, I can blow kisses to my darling husband.
Andrew: When it’s just the two of us, I rather like it.
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Shari: I suddenly get the feeling that I am eating for two again, Andrew.
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Andrew: I get that feeling, too. But why did we trade places?
Shari: We’re Sims! Switching places in the middle of a conversation is just something we do.
Another entry from Shari’s diary:
It happened again! And this time, I know it was not a dream. The evening that I found out I was pregnant with our second child, Andrew went out in the backyard to do some laundry. I heard that noise again and saw a flash of light in the window. I ran outside, and there was Andrew standing in a pool of white light. I called out to him, but he was fixated on that light and did not respond to my voice.
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Then the light carried him up into this saucer-shaped thing. He was gone for hours! I paced and paced around the garden, and finally the flying saucer returned. A hole opened up in the center, and down Andrew came on that beam of light. It set him down ever so gently in the exact spot that he left from.
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This time, Andrew remembers the light, but nothing else. Oh, I have GOT to talk to Evelyn!
