Time marches on, as it does,and James Bailey was aboutto age up into a toddler.Miranda didn’t want a party,so no one was invited toshare the moment withthem.
Tellingly, it was Warren who looked afterJames and the house. He was a househusband, so that wasn’t unexpected orunusual. But Miranda worked fromhome, and she never took any interestin her son. Even in the evenings.
When Warren went out for jobinterviews, or even just to theshops, James would be left ignoredin the crib next to her desk.
In truth, Miranda had other,weighty matters on her mind.She had had to cut her hairshort to hide the fact it wasfalling out. The headaches werestill persisting, and she had noappetite, often vomitingwhenever she did eat.
In the end, she went to the doctors.She suspected having James hadmessed her body up somehow.
Warren waited for her to come back, but shedidn’t that night. And she didn’t call either. She’dtold him she was working late, not going to thehospital. Still, he was worried, thinking she wasworking too hard, they didn’t need the moneythat badly.
The next day, Warren couldn’tunderstand why she was avoiding hisquestions. Where had she been, whyhadn’t she called? Her evasions justmaddened him.
When she collapsed one day, thestory had to finally come out.
She blurted everything out toher husband in seconds. Shehad brain cancer, wasundergoing chemo and wasn’tsure if she would live.Talk about a shock.
Warren did his all to makehis wife comfortable.Nothing was too muchtrouble as long as she’donly rest. Money wasn’t anobject, he did odd jobs forpeople whenever he couldtop up their income whileshe took time off work.
As the remains of her hair fell out,she shaved her head. Warrenmanaged to convince her it didn’tmatter, he still loved her. He justwanted to keep her morale up. Thetumour wasn’t responding, and thespectre of surgery was looming.
He went with her to her appointments,leaving James with Jen Martinez. Theychatted about how things would beafter she recovered. She’d get her jobback, maybe a promotion.
Warren and Miranda found a new closeness. Sheopened up about her reservations about their son,he confessed he wished he had been able to providebetter for everyone.
James didn’t seem to pick up onany of the undercurrents in thehouse. He was a fairly easy childto look after, happy on his ownplaying with his toys.
Warren was so impressed with hisson, occasionally he’d swear actualtunes would emerge from therandom plonking on thexylophone.He understood that Miranda washaving trouble with him, but hewas sure once she was well againshe’d be better able to connect.
Occasionally though, Warren would leave James alone with Miranda to go out andkeep in with neighbours. Pablo Martinez was always throwing parties, he felt he had togo to at least some of them. At this one, even the mysterious Ariette Vickers was inattendance – one of the inhabitants of the original house at the end of Deasil Street.
If Miranda had attended, she wouldhave picked up on far more than he.Warren was completely ignorant ofthe strange undertones betweenPablo and some blonde bombshellhe’d not met before.
Jen wasn’t completely oblivious toPablo’s slightly inappropriate interestin this colleague– but she decided hewas flirting with her because shemust be a superior he had to keepsweet. So she let it go.
At the end of the Street, was the lastproperty of the once prosperous Vickersfamily. Once used as a suburban stopoverwhile they travelled between homes, it wasnow their only home. And they were feelingthe downturn in their fortunes keenly.
Ariette was now livingwith her elderly father ina house with only onemember of staff. Therewere no more glitteringparties with societygossip, no more foreignholidays being wooed byenigmatic members ofother cultures…. JustAppaloosa. And latterly, alot of builders creating therest of Deasil Street.
She kept up with her dwindling number ofrich and feted friends as best she could,but the titbits of gossip she could get fromthem were now few and far between. Shewas being forgotten.
That was why she’d gone toPablo’s party. She needed anew network. Why not theone that had literally beendumped on her doorstep?
Miranda was worsening. Thechemo hadn’t been effective andthe tumour was inoperable.
The doctors made her ascomfortable as possible, and it wasdue in part to them that she slippedaway so peacefully. Warren was ather side when her eyes closed forthe last time.
Her ghost emerged, as they do in thefinal moments of a sims time on earth.Though they could no longercommunicate, they shared a final look.
Then the grim reaper appeared, and Warrenwent through the grim spectacle of watchinghis wife leave without him. Normally anexperience only endured by elderly simsexpecting to lose a spouse, Warren was utterlyunprepared.
Warren filled in thepaperwork and returnedhome without her.
He took his son in his arms,keeping him close in his grief.Miranda never really warmedto her son, but James was allthat was left of her now.
The news of Miranda’s death soon spread to theother inhabitants to the Street. None of them reallyknew her, so the news was mostly considered inrelation to themselves.Pablo worried how Jen would react to a motherlessurchin across the road, and Ariette was just gladshe was contacted. She had been accepted.
Deasil StreetNo. 1 No. 3For Sale For SaleNo. 2 No. 5Warren and Miranda Bailey For Sale No. 5 No. 6 Empty Lot Pablo and Jennifer Martinez No. 7 Harry Vickers and his daughter Ariette Next Time… How will Warren cope with his wife’s death? Has Ariette really been accepted by the other residents? Find out next time on Deasil Street!