Chapter Sixteen
Dear Watcher,
I don’t know if you remember me – I’m Gregor Langerak, a character in what used to be your current Townie Decadynasty. As a private investigator, I have a few sources, and it has come to my attention that you have started a second Decadynasty.
This is not acceptable. I haven’t told my sister Quatra yet, because she would be crushed. It’s not enough that you gave her a profession and skill where she has to get singed on a daily basis and risk getting killed.
It’s not enough that her necessity to detonate objects has made her extremely unpopular in the community.
No, you have to abandon her for some other Decadynasty family. I hope you’re proud of yourself, Watcher.
And I have another bone to pick with you. What’s with this Supernatural stuff? I almost had the blood sucked out of me by one of my vampire clients when he tried to hypnotize me. Luckily, he wasn’t hungry. Flora was scared out of her wits the other evening when a paparazzi turned into a zombie and tried to attack the pea-shooter.
And poor Imogen. One of the children at school told her she’d better look out for monsters under the bed.
Now she won’t sleep in her room anymore.
Watcher, we were perfectly happy with things the way they were. I don’ know why you had to change things.
Irately, Gregor Langerak
Dear Gregor,
Of course I remember you. All I can say is I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that Quatra’s reputation would suffer so much from her having to detonate things. The only comfort I can offer is that her friends will return in a week or so.
As for the “other” Decadynasty, I look upon it more as research. Rest assured, the Langeraks will get into the Hall of Fame first.
Change happens. You might try getting a train set or playing catch with the pea-shooter to cheer up. Or play some music and try learning the Smustle.
A word of advice: don’t go out tonight and see if you can bring the life fruit plants indoors.
Most affectionately, the Watcher
