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    • The Squeaky Clean Legacy 17.4: Love, Death, and Love
    • When
we
last
le+
the
Squeaky
Clean
Legacy,
our
Genera9on
Nine
heiress
 Elaine
Goodytwoshoes
had
just
had
a
disappoin9ng
roman9c
setback.

 Her
friends
and
family
were
extremely
worried
about
her.

Her
friend
Ian
 Legacina
rallied
around
with
some
emo9onal
support,
and
she
returned
 to
the
Legacy
house
for
a

course
of
treatment,
including
a
tonic
invented
 by
Max
Goodytwoshoes,
ice
cream,
and
kiIens.

She
is
now
back
at
 school
.
.
.



    • .
.
.
fully
recovered.

In
fact,
she
is
considerably
stronger
than
she
was
 before.


    • See?

    • She
has
been
using
her
9me
profitably,
earning
grant
money.
.
.

    • .
.
.
finishing
her
gold
flowermaking
badge.
.
.
.

    • .
.
.
.wri9ng
term
papers
.
.
.
.

    • Elaine:

OW.


 And,
of
course,
being
admiIed
to
the
secret
society.

    • Over
at
the
boys’
house,

there
are
also
Secret
Society
abduc9ons
going
on.
 Bunthorne:

Another
abduc9on?

You’re
not
a
secret
to
anybody
anymore;
why
 can’t
you
just
mail
people
a
membership
card
and
decoder
pin?

    • The
only
good
side
about
Secret
Society
abduc9ons
is
that
once
in
a
 while
they
provide
a
nice
addi9on
to
the
date
pool.

Unluckily
for
 Bunthorne,
the
dormie
he
decided
was
Hot
also
happens
to
be
Heather
 the
Eventual
Zombie,
and
she’s
earmarked
in
this
hood,
so
nothing
doing.

    • Telemachus
has
been
much
luckier
with
his
Secret
Society
dormie,
Asia.

 She
likes
him
a
lot
and
she’s
cute,
if
a
bit
confused.



    • Telemachus,
you
probably
ought
to
tell
her
that
you’ve
got
nothing
to
do
 with
the
aliens
from
Avatar
and
that
you
don’t
have
a
magic
tail.

I
don’t
 think
your
father
Ulysses
would
approve
if
he
thought
you
were
geWng
 ac9on
under
false
pretenses.

    • Telemachus:

I’m
sorry,
I
can’t
hear
you
over
the
smootching.


 He
also
has
a
face
like
a
fish,
but
at
least
it’s
a
cute
fish.

    • Palomides’
rela9onship
with
Grocery
Girl
Stacey
Gothier
has
been
going
 extremely
well.

    • In
fact,
he
threw
a
party
just
for
her
and.
.
..


    • Stacey:

OMG
really
in
front
of
all
these
people?
 Palomides:

In
front
of
all
these
people.

AND
the
fish.
 Fish:
BLORP.

    • Obviously,
they’re
happy.
.
.


    • .
.
.
.but
I
wonder
what
Elaine
will
make
of
it?

She
just
had
to
break
off
 her
own
engagement
not
too
long
ago.

Won’t
this
bring
back
some
 painful
memories?

    • Elaine:

Welcome
to
the
family,
Stacey!

And
Palomides,
congratula9ons
 on
finding
a
girl
who’s
willing
to
put
up
with
you.
 Stacey:

I
love
the
way
he’s
so
concerned
and
involved
and
the
way
you
 never
have
to
guess
what
he’s
really
thinking!
 Elaine:

As
I
said.
.
.


    • Elaine
did
seem
interested
in
geWng
to
know
her
future
sister
in
law,
 while
Palomides
let
all
his
guests
know
how
happy
he
was
in
his
own
 special
way.

    • It
looks
as
though
she’s
en9rely
over
Angus.

    • Meanwhile,
over
at
the
chi‐chi
French
bakery
J’Adore.
.
.
.

    • Gilbert:

Did
Zane
say
what
is
the
maIer?
 Cass:

No,
but
he
sounded
really
sad
on
the
phone.

He
said
he
wanted
to
 talk
to
you
alone
and
I
told
him
to
come
right
over.

    • Cass:

I’m
going
to
check
on
the
marzipan
supply
in
the
back.

Call
me
if
 you
need
me.

    • Zane:

You
know
I
was
going
to
find
out
who
I
really
was?

Well,
it
was
 bad.

REALLY
bad.


 I
know
I
promised
not
to
tell
you
or
Daddy
Cass
unless
you
asked
and
I’m
 going
to
keep
that
promise,
but.
.
.
.it
was
bad.

A
lot
worse
than
I
 thought.

    • Gilbert:

Pauvre enfant.

And
you
tell
this
to
the
pe9te
Lenore?

She
says
 to
you,
you
are
no
longer
the
man
I
love,
I
spurn
your
advances,
do
not
 darken
my
door
again?



    • Zane:

Oh,
no,
Lenore
was
great.

She
said
she’d
love
me
no
maIer
what.

 But
you
don’t
understand
how
horrible
the
things
I
found
out
were.

 About
my
mother.

About
my
father.

About
me.
 It’s
not
something
you
could
ask
anyone
to
accept,
and
certainly
not
a
girl
 you
really
love.

So
I
told
her
.
.
.

    • Gilbert:

Tell
me
that
you
did
not
say
you
were
seeing
her
no
longer
for
 her
own
good.
 Zane:

Well,
no,
that’s
preIy
much
what
I
said.

How
did
you
know?
 Gilbert:
Nom de Dieu.

    • Gilbert:
Zane,
I
raise
you
from
a
child.

Tell
me,
your
Papa
Cass
and
I—we
 tell
you
what
to
do
anymore?
We
decide
what
is
good,
what
is
bad
for
 you,
and
then
we
make
you
do
it?

Is
this
what
we
do?


    • Zane:

Well,
no,
of
course
you
don’t,
because
I’m
an
ad—
 ‐‐oh,
boy.


    • Zane:

You
mean
that
was
trea9ng
her
like
a
child?

I
never
thought
of
 that.

I
just
wanted
to
protect
her.

Papa.
.
.
You
have
no
idea
how
horrible
 I
am;
what
a
monster.


    • Gilbert:

You
are
my
son.

Our
son,
and
a
Jacquet.
The
Jacquets,
we
do
 not
have
monsters
in
our
family.


 Cass:

Except
you,
when
you’re
disappointed
in
the
egg
supplier.



    • Gilbert:

I
do
not
wish
to
know
what
you
find
out.
.
.

 Cass:

Me
either.

If
it’s
that
bad,
I
don’t
need
to
know.


 Gilbert:

Zane,
you
are
our
good,
kind
son,
and
we
love
you
absolutely.

 Remember
this.

    • Zane:

I
blew
it.

She’s
never
going
to
forgive
me
for
this.
 Gilbert:

She
loves
you,
yes?

And
you
can
but
ask.



    • Cass:

Aw,
don’t
take
your
Dad
too
seriously,
honey.

He’s
not
really
upset
 with
you.

Between
you
and
me,
he
was
just
pissed
off
that
he
might
not
 be
able
to
bake
you
a
wedding
cake.

He’s
been
coun9ng
on
it.

    • Gilbert:

And
this.
.
.
It
is
for
you.

    • Zane:

What
is
it?
 Gilbert:

It
is
a
gateau
au
chocolat.

Use
it
wisely.

    • Zane:

Um,
thanks.



    • Zane:

Thanks
for
everything.

Thanks
for
loving
me.
 Gilbert:

It
is
a
duty
remarkably
easy.



    • Zane:

Thanks
for
coming
to
the
park
with
me,
Lenore.

I
wasn’t
sure
 you’d
come.



    • Lenore:

I
thought
maybe
you’d
have
an
explana9on
for
all
the
stuff
you
 said.

And
I
hope
it’s
a
good
one.
“I
found
myself
on
the
Internet?”

“It’s
 not
you,
it’s
me?”

“You’ll
be
beIer
off
without
me?”

I
have
never
heard
 such
bullshit
excuses
in
my
life.

I
certainly
didn’t
expect
to
hear
them
 from
you,
of
all
people.

    • Zane:

Hold
it.

You
STILL
haven’t
heard
them
from
me.

When
have
I
ever
 lied
to
you?

Just
because
a
million
other
guys
use
those
as.
.
.you
know,
 excuses,
doesn’t
mean
I
would.

 It
was
dumb
and
I
was
wrong,
and
I
can
see
I
really
hurt
you,
and
I’m
so
 sorry
about
that.



    • Zane:
I
guess
I
was
in
shock.

I’d
just
found
out
that
I
was
dead.

I
found
 out
I
was
Death
in
person.

It
was
horrible.


Of
course
I
had
to
find
out
 who
I
really
was
and
tell
you
everything.

I
couldn’t
have
asked
you
to
 marry
me
if
I
hadn’t.

    • Zane:
But
I
guess
a+er
the
way
I
acted,
you
wouldn’t
want
to
anymore
and
I
 don’t
blame
you.

I
missed
you
every
minute,
Lenore.

It
was
so
hard
not
to
call
 you
every
day
and
hear
your
voice
and
tell
you
I
love
you.


 That
probably
sounded
like.
.
.
Like
nonsense,
too.


    • Lenore:

Not
so
fast,
Slick.

You’re
not
going
anywhere.

For
one
thing,
I
 blew
it,
too.

Yeah,
I
was
right
to
be
pissed
off,
but
you’re
right.

I
 shouldn’t
have
thought
you’d
make
up
a
bunch
of
excuses
and
break
up
 with
me.



I
should
know
you
beIer
than
that
by
now.
 Plus,
I
want
you
to
roll
back
to
the
bit
where
you
said
you
wanted
to
 marry
me.

    • Zane:

Of
course
I
want
to
marry
you.

I
want
that
more
than
anything
in
 the
world!

You
mean
I
never
said
that?

    • Zane:

I
thought
you
knew.

I’ve
always
known.

I’m
sorry,
Lenore.

    • Lenore:

Aw,
Zane.

You’ve
banked
up
a
lot
of
Boyfriend
Points.

You’re
 allowed
to
boob
up
once.

    • Lenore:

I
missed
you
every
minute,
too.

I
mean,
Nausicaa
and
I
have
s9ll
 been
going
to
par9es
and
taking
Elaine
out,
but
I
kept
thinking
how
much
 nicer
it
would
have
been
if
you
were
there.
 Zane:

Really?
 Lenore:

Really,
handsome.

    • Zane:

This
isn’t
the
way
I
always
planned
it.



I
wanted
to
have
a
special
 proposal—take
you
out
somewhere
nice,
with
flowers.

I
didn’t
think
it
 would
be
just
talking
in
the
park.

    • Lenore:

Tell
you
what.

You
can
s9ll
take
me
out
and
I
can
pretend
to
be
 surprised.

    • Zane
clearly
thought
this
was
an
adequate
compromise.

    • See?

They’re
cool
now.

In
fact,
Zane
even
brings
Cass
with
him
the
next
 9me
he
visits
Goodygirls.

    • Cass
seemed
to
enjoy
visi9ng
Goodygirls
a+er
all
those
years
and
made
 himself
at
home.

    • Elaine:

How
does
he
even
do
that?

I
already
cleaned
up
that
leaf
pile.

    • Elaine
has
also
been
making
more
friends
and
pledging
some
more
 members
to
the
Greek
House.

Allegra
Gorey
and
Mar9n
Ruben
came
 along
with
Jane
Stacks,
but
only
Jane
is
a
full‐out
member,
mostly
 because
I
like
her.

    • Nausicaa
has
been
adding
to
her
Dream
Dates,
all
of
them
with
Nino
 Caliente.

    • And
Lenore
Visited
Campus,
and
brought
home
a
cheap
gas
grill.
 And
there
was
much
rejoicing.

    • Ian
Legacina
is
a
frequent
visitor.

    • He’s
also
good
at
clearing
away
unwelcome
visitors.

    • And
looking
good
while
doing
so.

    • See?

He
is
a
helpful
guy
to
have
around
the
house.

    • Lenore:
Yeah,
we
all
like
him.
 Nausicaa:

Even
Lenore,
and
you
know
how
crabby
she
is.
 Lenore:

Hey!

    • And
of
course,
Ian
is
also
always
welcome
at
par9es.

    • Zane:

Psst.

Parsifal.

Seriously,
what
is
going
on
with
them?
 Parsifal:

Shh.

Don’t
jinx
it.

    • Both
college
houses
go
out
in
big
groups
to
have
a
good
9me.

    • And
again,
Ian
always
seems
to
be
there.

There’s
never
any
discussion
 about
whether
to
invite
him.



    • Elaine:

I
just
like
having
him
around.

He’s
comfortable.



    • Lenore:

Psst, Gawaine.  What is she doing all the way over there? 
    • Gawaine:
 I have no idea.  Lenore:
There’s only two tables.  
    • Elaine:

I
was
thinking
of
geWng
away
from
the
pink
princessy
look,
 honestly.

Maybe
we
should
go
shopping,
Regina.
 Regina:

You
think
I’m
going
to
be
much
of
a
help
there?

Well,
I
can
try,
 but
if
I
wanted
to
update
my
look,
I
wouldn’t
ask
me
either.


    • Palomides:

Isn’t
your
chair
all
wobbly,
Elaine?

Don’t
you
think
they
 maybe
have
beIer
chairs
at
the
other
table?
 Elaine:

No,
this
one’s
fine.

And
I
was
just
about
to
get
up
and
dance
 anyway.

    • Lenore:

Huh.  . . . Nah.  Not gonna ask.

    • Elaine:

Aw,
thanks
for
invi9ng
me
over,
Gawaine.

    • Elaine:

I
assume
all
three
of
you
are
about
to
grill
me
about
my
love
life.
 Gawaine:

Would
we
do
something
like
that?
 Elaine:

You
always
do
things
like
that.

    • Gawaine:

Of
course
not.

We
just
wanted
to
show
you
our
new
Mah‐Jong
 table.

Didn’t
we
want
to
show
Elaine
our
new
Mah‐Jong
table,
gentlemen?
 Palomides:

Oh,
yeah!
 Parsifal:

Of
course!


    • Gawaine:

And
right
now,
it’s
for
immediate
family
members
only,
isn’t
it?

    • Gawaine:

Isn’t
it,
Bunthorne?
 Bunthorne:

Psht,
I
was
just
going.

You
guys
are
about
as
subtle
as
a
bag
 of
hammers.

    • Elaine:

Sigh.

All
right.

Go
ahead.

    • Palomides:

Tiles
on
the
table?

OK.

You’re
a
Romance
Sim.
 Gawaine:

You’re
not
even
da9ng.

We’re
worried
that
you
aren’t
happy.

    • Elaine:

I
think
I
can
manage
my
own
roman9c
life
for
myself,
thank
you.

    • Boys:
.
.
.
.
 Elaine:

Well,
I
can!

    • Palomides:

Personally,
I
don’t
understand
why
you
aren’t
da9ng
Ia—
 OW,
PERCY!

That
broke
the
skin!

    • Elaine:

Look,
I’m
glad
you
want
to
look
a+er
me,
but
I’ve
changed
a
lot
 since
I
broke
up
with
Angus.

I
don’t
want
to
rush
into
anything.

I
was
in
 too
much
of
a
hurry,
and
.
.
.
and
I
saw
things
that
turned
out
not
to
be
 there.


 I
don’t
even
know
if
the
kind
of
love
I
wanted
exists.

I
don’t
want
to
 make
any
more
mistakes.



    • Palomides:

Well,
that
about
wraps
it
up
for
us.

Percy
and
I
have
things
to
 do.

Things.

Now.

    • Elaine:

Aren’t
you
going
to
grill
me,
Gawaine?

    • Gawaine:

Me.

Noooo.

It’s
a
tough
line
to
walk,
you
know,
being
your
older
brother.

I
 feel
as
though
before,
with
–
 Elaine:

Angus.

You
can
say
his
name.


 Gawaine:

I
don’t
really
like
to,
but
all
right.

I
did
too
much
and
not
enough.

I
want
 you
to
be
happy,
and
I
don’t
want
you
to
get
hurt.
We
all
feel
the
same
way.
Can
you
 blame
us?
 I
can
keep
Parsifal
and
Palomides
from
annoying
you,
but
promise
me
you’ll
come
talk
 to
us
first,
wherever,
whenever
you
need
us.

    • Elaine:

All
right.

‐‐That
was
it?

Really?
 Gawaine:
Really.

Oh,
and
I
just
cleaned
you
out.

    • Zane:

Do
you
like
it
here?
I
thought
it
would
be
nice
to
go
somewhere
we
 hadn’t
been
to
before.

    • Zane:

You
look
really,
really
preIy
in
that,
by
the
way.


 Did
you
know
that
when
you
hold
my
hand,
I
just
never
want
you
to
 stop?

    • Zane:

So
I
brought
you
a
liIle
something
so
you
never
have
to.

    • Lenore:

OMG
WHAT
IS
THAT??!!!??

    • Zane:

Oh,
come
on,
Lenore.

I
know
I
can
be
an
idiot,
but
I’m
not
THAT
 big
of
an
idiot.

    • Zane:

Do
you
like
it,
really?

I
asked
my
Dads
for
advice
and
we
looked
at
 some
things,
but
finally—
 ‐‐well,
that
used
to
belong
to
Grandmama
Denise,
and
we
got
it
resized.
 It
was
the
most
special
thing
I
could
think
of.

    • Lenore:

Oh,
I
love
it.

ALL
of
it.

The
dinner
and
the
dressing
up,
and
.
.
.
.
 .
.
.
Oh,
my
God,
Zane,
I
think
I’m
going
to
cry.


    • Zane:

Our
kids
are
going
to
wonder
what
I
said
to
you
to
make
your
nose
 all
pink.

Let’s
go
home
so
I
can
kiss
you.

    • This
is
a
drama9c
contrast
to
the
way
some
people
behave
in
 photobooths.

    • Some
people
including
Lenore’s
mother
Carmilla.

She’s
been
working
on
 her
LTW
of
Twenty
WooHoos
and
there
are
some
days
when
it
feels
like
a
 lot
of
work.

    • Professor
Rorschach,
for
instance.

Carmilla
doesn’t
want
to
see
him
all
 that
much
but
it’s
the
middle
of
the
night
on
a
community
lot,
and
who
 you
gonna
call?

    • Carmilla:

I’m
sure
nobody
will
recognize
me
behind
this
magnificent
 specimen
of
manhood
here.
 Eddie
Legacy:

Well!

REALLY!

    • Eddie:

She’s
chea9ng
on
Stanley!
 Theo:

I
know.
 Eddie:

On
Stanley!

I
didn’t
know
it
could
be
done.

Well,
I
think
I’ve
 decided
to
be
really
quite
upset
about
this.
 Theo:

Me,
too.

    • HAH.

Done!

Too
bad
that
last
one
couldn’t
be
Stanley
or
Rhys
or
 someone
you
liked
a
bit
more,
Carmilla.

Why
were
you
in
such
a
hurry?
 Carmilla:

You
saw
Eddie
and
Theo.

You
think
they
were
upset?

Imagine
 how
upset
Lenore
would
be.

I’d
rather
go
permaplat
while
she’s
in
 college.

    • Carmilla:

She’s
engaged,
you
know.
 Really?
 Carmilla:

She
says
his
monster
creden9als
are
perfect,
but
of
course
I
 want
Lucy’s
opinion.

    • Lucy:

Well,
at
least
he’s
a
decent
monster.

We
can’t
have
Lenore
 marrying
just
any
old
s9nky
boy,
I
mean,
if
she’s
goIa.

Psst,
Spacely,
over
 there.

    • That’s
the
roIen
part
about
being
a
Servo
in
a
house
with
a
really
 popular
Romance
Sim.

The
mail
is
always
full
of
love
leIers,
and
none
of
 them
are
for
you.

    • Lenore:

Don’t
be
silly,
Papa
Gilbert,
you’re
one
of
the
family
now.

Of
 course
you’re
invited
to
Grandma
and
Grandpa’s
birthday.



    • Appius
and
Jane
are
aging
up
today.

They
put
it
off
with
elixir
at
least
 twice,
but
they
really
did
want
to
Grow
Up
Well,
and
finally
I
had
to
let
 them.

    • Jane’s
the
first
elder
werewolf
I’ve
ever
had.

    • And
then
there
is
a
long
and
horrible
pause
as
the
game
decides
whether
 it
will
create
the
graphic
miracle
that
is
a
Plantsim
Growing
Up
or
 whether
it
will
crash.

Note
Count
Whoopie
in
the
background,
cheering
 his
head
off.

    • There
are
a
lot
of
guests,
invited
and
uninvited.

The
simselves
weren’t
 invited:

they
seldom
are.

Candi
just
decided
she
felt
like
some
cake
and
 walked
by
today,
bringing
Ephemeral
Toast
with
her.

    • Achilles
and
Ulysses
are
invited,
of
course.



    • Ulysses:

Doc
sends
her
regards,
Lucy.

You
know,
I
don’t
remember
if
I’ve
 been
back
here
since
you
and
Carmilla
vamped
me!

Thanks
for
making
 me
your
first
vic9m,
and
you
know
I
mean
that.

    • You
don’t
see
Max
breaking
up
a
lot,
but
something
he
and
Lucy
are
 discussing
about
Doc
Nerd
really
cracks
them
both
up.

    • Max:

Grandpapa,
I
cannot
believe
that
she
is
as
improved
in
health
as
 you
say.

I
always
said
there
was
a
great
danger
of
over9ring
her.

    • Cecilia:

I
do
feel
beIer
than
I
have
in
years.

Papa
was
right
to
take
me
on
 a
world
tour.

The
fresh
air,
the
fishing,
the
flapjacks.
.
.
 Max:

I
wish
you
would
permit
me
to
take
your
pulse
at
least.

    • Cecilia:

But
I
really
do
feel
very
well,
and
I
don’t
know
who
you
are
to
be
 taking
my
pulse.
 Max:

Your
.
.
.physician.

    • Cecil:

She
has
in
fact
drama9cally
improved.

I
do
not
know
why
you
 cannot
concede
this,
Maximilian,
unless
it
is
because
you
cannot
admit
 that
I
was
correct.

    • Cecilia:

In
fact,
I
think
I
will
find
a
nice
book
to
read
before
bed.

    • Maximilian:

I
would
be
happy
to
be
proven
wrong.

Can
you
believe
 otherwise?

I
simply
believe
that
you
have
always
had
an
unrealis9c.
.
.
 Grandpapa,
is
Mama
entering
the
library?
 Cecil:

She
is.

Is
this
a
maIer
for
concern?

    • Max:

Oh,
God.

    • Max:

Stop
her!

    • Max:

Wait!

Do
not.
.
.


    • Max:

Too late.

    • Cecilia:

It’s
his
urn!

It
has
Secundus’
name
on
it!



    • Cecil:

What
is
the
meaning
of
this?
 Max:

She
knows.
At
least
in
part,
she
knows.
 Cecil:

And
where
did
you
find
that
urn?


 Max:

I
will
explain
later.


    • Max:

Look
a+er
her,
Grandpapa.

Make
her
lie
down
if
possible.

    • Cecilia:

He
died,
didn’t
he?

    • Cecil:

Yes,
dear
girl.
 Cecilia:

He
died
a
long
9me
ago,
didn’t
he?
 Cecil:

Yes,
dear
girl.
 Cecilia:

Why
didn’t
I
know?

    • Max:

This
MUST
work.

This
absolutely
has
to
work.

    • Cecilia:

Why
wasn’t
I
told
he
was
gone?

    • Cecil:

You
have
been
unwell.

You
have
not
been
yourself
for
a
very
long
 9me.

You
must
not
press
further
and
endanger
yourself
again.

    • Cecilia:

Then
where
is
my
boy?
 Please
do
not
tell
me
he
is
gone,
too.

Or
rather,
please
do
if
it
is
the
truth.

I
 am
much
stronger.

I
can
bear
it.


 Cecil:

Perhaps
a+er
you
have
had
some
of
Max’s
remedy.

You
will
find
it
in
the
 dining
room.

    • Cecilia:

Thank
you
for
the.
.
.
 MAX.

    • Cecilia:

You
have
his
nose.
 Max:

Pardon?
 Cecilia:

You
have
Secundus’
nose.

You
are
my
son,
and
I
did
not
know
you?
For
 that
long?
 Max:

I
am
afraid
you
did
not.

    • Cecilia:

Oh,
my
Max.

I
am
so
sorry.

    • Cecilia:

I
missed
your
birthdays,
I
missed
your
gradua9ons.

I
missed
 everything.

I
will
never
forgive
myself.

We
will
never
get
those
back.
 Max:

No,
I
am
afraid
we
will
not.

Uncle
LyIon
was
correct.

Things
can
 never
be
as
though
they
had
never
happened.

    • Max:

But
we
do
have
the
future.
.
.
.
Mama?
 Cecilia:

Max.



    • Max:

You
know
me.

You
do.
 ‐‐where
is
Grandpapa?

He
ought
to
be
here.

    • Max:

Mama?

Mama,
you
must
not
9re
yourself.

    • Cecilia:

I
can
bear
it.

I
can.

    • Cecilia:

And
in
any
event,
I
must,
for
what
is
true
is
what
is
true.

And
it
is
 true
that
he
is
gone.



    • Cecilia:

Please
do
not
worry
about
me,
Max.

I
will
never
go
back
to
that
 place
of
shadows
again.

    • Cecilia:

We
can
all
rest
now.

I
owe
so
much
to
you,
and
to
Papa.

I
would
 not
be
well
again
if
it
were
not
for
you.

I
wish
I
could
thank
whoever
 found
poor
Secundus.

    • Cecilia:

It
was
you.

It
must
have
been
you.

Are
you
an
angel?

    • Spider

Jerusalem:

HAH.

Lady,
you
have
no
idea
how
far
off
that
is.

    • Cecilia:

It
is
not.

You
are.

    • Cecilia:

You
are
my
good
angel.

    • Cecilia:

Thank
you
for
bringing
my
Secundus
home
to
me.

    • Max:

The
wings
are
a
bizarre
and
outré
touch
that
I
do
not
recollect
 having
seen
before.
 Spider
Jerusalem:

Hey,
you
heard
your
Mom.


I
did
a
good
deed.

I
 earned
‘em.

There
were
bells
and
everything.


    • Max:

I
suppose,
given
that
my
mother’s
recovery
is
par9ally
owing
to
 you,
I
ought
to
thank
you.

    • Spider
Jerusalem:

Uh,
you
know
what?

Don’t.

I
don’t
want
to
be
 thanked.

I
just
wanted
that
urn
back
where
it
belonged.



    • Spider
Jerusalem:

It
looks
nice
there,
though.

All
peaceful
and
 everything.

    • Max:

Yes.

It
is
now
what
it
always
pretended
to
be.

    • Max:

A
tomb.

    • Gawaine:

This
mee9ng
of
the
Knights
of
the
.
.
 Parsifal:
.
.
.
Oblong
Table.
.
.

 Gawaine:

.
.
.
Yes,
Oblong
Table,
thank
you
Percy
.
.
.
is
now
in
session.

    • Gawaine:

Something
must
be
done
about
Elaine.



    • Palomides:

Well,
I
s9ll
say
she
should
just
get
with
Ian.

I’ve
always
 thought
they’d
be
great
together.

    • Gawaine:

YES,
we
know,
Palomides,
you’ve
made
your
opinion
really
 clear.

    • Palomides:

But
it’s
different
this
9me,
really,
because
I
talked
to
him.

    • Palomides:  He said he knows exactly what Elaine’s been through, and it’s  really bad for a Romance Sim like her.  He said her world’s been turned  upside down and inside out and he just doesn’t think he should take  advantage of that.   
    • Palomides:

I said he should just shut up and kiss her already. 
    • Palomides:

For some reason, he thought that was a bad idea.  But I wish  he would, because I really like him. 
    • Parsifal:

I
really
like
him,
too,
Palomides.

    • Parsifal:

I
s9ll
feel
responsible
for
how
badly
Elaine
was
hurt,
though,
and
 I
don’t
want
her
in
a
posi9on
where
that
happens
again.



    • Gawaine:

We
should
have
been
there
for
her.

It’s
what
we
swore
to
do.
 Parsifal:

Yes.

There
isn’t
much
for
a
knight
to
do
these
days.

    • Gawaine:

I
don’t
think
we
ought
to
intervene.


 .
.
.unless,
of
course,
we
really
have
to
and
it’s
in
her
best
interests
 anyway.

    • Parsifal:

What?

I
thought
we
had
agreed
to
stay
on
the
straight
and
 narrow
road
of.

.
.

 Gawaine:

Yeah,
that
ought
to
do
nicely.

    • Gawaine:

Great
idea.

I
like
it.

    • Gawaine:

Just
another
Ou9ng.

Standard
issue
Pop
Sim
Ou9ng,
we
all
 love
them.

    • Gawaine:

Palomides,
are
you
sure
about
this?

    • Palomides:

Oh,
for
crying
out
loud,
yes!

I
don’t
know
what
your
problem
 is,
Gawaine.

You’re
the
one
who
always
wants
to
sing
Karaoke.

I’m
 always
rolling
the
Fear
of
it
and
if
I
can,
you
can,
so
let’s
get
up
there
and
 do
it.

    • Elaine:

Oh,
no.
 Ian:

What?

    • Palomides:

Hello,
ladies
and
gentlemen,
hope
you’re
having
a
lovely
 evening
at
Midnight
Flows.

We’ve
got
a
special
request
for
a
classic
 ballad,
so
I
want
to
see
the
lights
lowered
out
there.


    • Palomides
and
Gawaine:


 Why do birds suddenly appear  Every Mme you are near?  Just like me, they long to be,  Close to yooooo. . . . 
    • Elaine:

I
can’t
believe
them.

I
cannot
believe
they
are
doing
this,
and
I
 thought
I’d
seen
it
all.

    • Ian:

Yes,
they’re
awful,
but
Elaine,
as
long
as
they’re
going
to
all
that
 trouble
.
.
.

    • Ian:
.
.
.are
you
sure
we
want
to
waste
the
chance?

    • Palomides
and
Gawaine:
 Why do stars fall down from the sky  Every Mme you walk by? 
    • Palomides
and
Gawaine:


 Just like me, they long to be  Close to yooooo. . . 
    • Palomides
and
Gawaine:


 On the day that you were born the angels got together  And decided to create a dream come true. . . 
    • Palomides:


 So they sprinkled gold dust in your hair and stardust in your eyes of  blue . .  Gawaine:


 Brbddyp, brddyp 
    • Palomides
and
Gawaine:

 That is why all the boys in town  Follow you all aroun‐NOUN‐NOUN‐NOUN. . .  
    • Palomides
and
Gawaine:


 Just like me, they long to be  Close to yooooo. . . . 
    • Woo‐ooo—ooo  Close to yoooo . . .  Wooo—ooo‐ooo  Close to yooooo. . . 
    • Gawaine:

YES
IT
WORKED.
 Palomides:

Told
you
so.

    • Cover
picture;

“Cupid
Finding
Psyche,”
Sir
Edward
Burne‐Jones.
 Credits:
 Thanks
to
Orikes,
Pseudo Legacy,
for
Ian
Legacina;
to
Peasant007,
Devereaux  Legacy,
for
Zane
Devereaux
(Marius‐Jacquet);
to
DocNerd,
VeMnari Dualegacy,
 for
Cassidy,
Spider
Jerusalem,
and
her
simself;
to
Candi,
whose
Gage
Uglacy
got
 a
liIle
love
and
to
Dicreasy,
Victorian Legacy,
whose
Eddie
Legacy
and
Theo
 Harrison
expressed
disapproval.
 “Close
to
You,”
The
Carpenters.