The Life and Times of Meadow Thayer: 1.4
The Thayer Legacy is a joint production betweenz:
Amy (shoefleesims) and her sister Jess (wiggly_toes).
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LAST TIME on the Thayer Legacy: Meadow reminisced about running into Nina outside the restaurant. Believing what Don told her, they went on yet another date, in which Don stayed the night. Later, while walking to the park, Meadow passed the Goth house and learned the terrible truth about Don and Cassandra Goth. When we left off, Meadow was on the verge of fleeing when a cop car pulled up to Goth Manor.
Normally, I love reading Gossim Girl's columns. But this one only reminded me of that night three months ago, outside Goth Manor...
As I'd watched, frozen in fear behind the tree, a woman had climbed out of the back of the cop car and shut the door behind her.
She'd had a few quiet words with the policeman, who'd then climbed back into the car and drove away, leaving the woman standing alone on the sidewalk.
Then, the door to the Manor had opened, and a familiar-looking old man stepped out, staring down the walkway in shock.
Mortimer: B-Bella?
Suddenly, he'd run towards her.
Mortimer: Beeeellllllaaaaaa!
Bella: Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?
Mortimer: Bella, it's me! Your husband, Mortimer! It's been so long, Bella, where have you b-
Bella: No. No, you can't be Mortimer! You're all old and wrinkly, and my Mortimer is only in his 50s! Get away from me!
Bella: CASSANDRA??? MORTIMER?!?!
The lady had run right up and into the house. Enthralled by the scene before me, I'd moved to the window and peered inside. The woman had then reached the staircase and stopped.
Bella: CASSANDRA! MORTIMER! It's me, Bella! Bring Alexander, bring my little baby, I want to see him!
Down the stairs had come Cassandra, Don's wife, and a teenage boy.
Cassandra: M-mom? But how-
Bella: Cass? But no that can't be you, you're so old! And- who is this?
Cassandra: This is Alexander, Mother. Alexander, this is our mom. Bella.
For a moment, the three Goths had just stared at each other. I'd taken the opportunity to run around the house and get a better view. As I'd peered into the window, they'd begun to speak again...
Bella: No... but Alexander is only a toddler! How- This can't be-
Cassandra: What do you mean, it can't be! Mother, you've been gone for fifteen years!
As Alexander backed away in shock, I did as well. This was personal, and it was none of my business. With one last glance over my shoulder, I'd turned and headed back to my house.
Now, three months later, as I read the article in the paper, I thought about how I hadn't seen Don since that day. And what sort of manners were that? Sure, he was married. But I'd slept with him... didn't I deserve an explanation? So I set out to get one.
That night after work, I headed down to one of Don's usual haunts, P.U.R.E. Not spotting him in the immediate vicinity, I'd made my way to the bar and took a seat.
Meadow: Excuse me, bartender?
Bartender: Yeah?
Meadow: Have you seen Don Loth- I mean Goth around tonight?
Bartender: Don Lothorio? Why would you be looking for that asshole?
I sighed and pushed off my stool.
Meadow: Nevermind. I'll go look for him myself.
Bartender: Hey... wait!
Meadow: Yeah?
Bartender: Look, I'm sorry about that. I'm about to get my break now, maybe we can go up to the roof and talk. My names Alon, by the way...
Meadow: I guess.... sure!
So Alon slipped out from behind the bar and led me upstairs to the roof. It was nice and quiet and we sat down at a table in the corner.
Alon: So... what's your name?
Meadow: Oh! I'm Meadow.
Alon: Meadow. Why don't you tell me why you're looking for Don of all people?
Meadow: Well... see Don and I were... dating. Only I just found out he got married and I just wanted to talk to him, and... well he was supposed to come by and help me clean up my house and he never did, and...
Everything I said just sounded so lame, but Alon looked so understanding.
Alon: I understand. You know, if you ever need help fixing things up around your house, I'm actually really good with that sort of thing. Here, this is my number, give me a call if you ever need any help.
Meadow: Thanks, Alon! That's very sweet of you to offer.
Alon: It's nothing, Meadow. And if I see that- Don, I'll tell him you're looking for him.
Meadow: Thanks.
Shortly after that, Alon had to get back to his work. With a wave goodbye, I slipped his number into my pocket and headed back home.
The next morning, the first thing I did was call Sally.
Meadow: Hey Sally, how's it going?
Sally: I'm great, Meadow! You know my birthday is coming up. But you don't sound so good, what's wrong? Why so glum?
Meadow: It's just... I haven't heard from Don in months, and we were having such a good time, and he spent the night, and then next thing I know I catch him making out with Cassandra Goth and then just yesterday I read this article in the paper saying they got married and I can't believe he would do that to me!
Sally: Wait. Back it up a minute. Don spent the night? Meadow... did you SLEEP with him?
Meadow: Well... yeah.
Sally: OH MY GOD, MEADOW! How could you not tell me something like that?
Meadow: Well I was going to, but then I caught him and Cassandra together, and since then I've just been trying my best not to think about him. But it hurts so much, Sally!
Sally: Look, Dow. You need to forget about him. He was a jerk and he's not worth your time. You know what you need to do?
Meadow: What, Sal?
Sally: Go into your closet, put on your sexiest dress, go out and find yourself a new man!
Meadow: Well, I guess...
Sally: Look, Dow, I have to go, Sister Mary Clarence is starting class! But do what I said, alright? I luv ya!
Meadow: Love you too, Sally. Bye.
Well I guess it wouldn't hurt to at least try Sally's advice, right?
With her words echoing in my mind, I headed into the bedroom and opened my closet. Unfortunately, I had nothing that really screamed "sexy" to me. Then, as I dug into the very back of the closet, I spotted something wedged in the far corner, something I'd never noticed before...
Boxes? But those weren't mine... and no one else had lived here since-
Immediately, I dragged the boxes out of the closet and next to my mattress. If they weren't mine, than these boxes must have belonged to my parents!
My theory was confirmed with the first thing I pulled out of the box. It was a picture of my mother, my father and me.
I rummaged through the box and came up with a frame that looked just the right size. Smiling and practically bouncing with happiness, I slid the picture into the frame and ran out into the living room to hang it.
It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen; my parents both looking down so lovingly at me as my mother held me in her arms. I stood there mesmerized for several minutes before I realized... there was more stuff in those boxes!
I ran back into the room and opened up the last box to reveal... books? No, journals!
As I flipped open the first and began to read, my mouth dropped open in shock. These were my fathers! They seemed to be almost daily journals of some sorts of experiments and were filled with scientific jargon I really didn't understand. Had my father been a doctor or something? I stared mutely down at the books, wondering how I'd ever figure it out. And then, I remembered just who might be able to help...
I stacked the journals back into the boxes, and headed straight over to the Oldies house. Immediately, Mr. Oldie pulled me inside and sat me down at the table.
Mr. Oldie: You're the young Thayer girl, aren't you? The one that was here a few months ago with that Don fellow. He just married the Goth girl, you know.
Meadow: Yes, Cassandra.
I couldn't help but feel subdued, but even so I felt a prick of curiosity.
Meadow: You know, I was over there a few months ago, and I saw this woman go inside. It was very weird...
Mr. Oldie: Oh yes, that'd be Bella Goth. She's Mortimer's wife you see, and- Well, that really isn't my business to be honest. It isn't polite to gossip, don't you know? Oh look, here comes my wife!
Mrs. Oldie came sailing into the room and set a steaming slice of freshly-baked pie in front of myself and her husband. After taking one for herself and sitting down beside me, she began to speak.
Mrs. Oldie: So what brings you to visit us two old fuddy duddies, Meadow?
Meadow: Oh, well you see, I found these old journals of my fathers. There was a lot of scientific and medical stuff in them that I didn't understand at all, and I was wondering if you could help me fill in the blanks? I don't remember much about them...
Mrs. Oldie: Oh yes, your father was a great scientist, you know! They used to say he spent almost all of his day in his lab, fiddling with his experiments.
As she spoke, the faintest of memories sparkled in my mind. I was little, sitting on the floor and playing with my hair as I stared up the long legs of my father, who was playing with some sort of computer whose lights blinked and whirled.
And then it faded away. As the Oldies continued telling stories about most of the people in the neighborhood, I finished off my pie in a few bites. Well I couldn't help it, the pie was divine!
Meadow: Thank you so much, both of you. For telling me about my father, I mean. Although even that doesn't really explain why I just keep getting the feeling that Mortimer didn't like him.
Mrs. Oldie: Oh no, I always did get the impression that Mortimer didn't like your parents much.
Mr. Oldie: Then again, maybe we were wrong...
Mrs. Oldie: Yes, after all we did see him walking up to your house that night, before the fire... never really mentioned it though, did he?
A shocking thrill ran through my body at Mrs. Oldie's words. Mortimer, at my parent's house the night they died? Quickly, I said my thanks and goodbyes and hustled out of their home. It was time I spoke with Mortimer Goth.
Just a few minutes later and panting from all the speed walking, I reached the Goth house. I was just climbing up the stairs when I glanced up and caught sight of Don and his wife Cassandra, making out right in front of the window!
Stunned and terrified of being seen, I panicked and launched myself over the stair railing to crouch in the grass hopefully out of their view. My curiosity overcame me, though, and I began to raise up to sneak a peak when suddenly my stomach roiled.
I bent over, clutched my stomach, and retched right in the grass in front of their house. That was enough embarrassment for one day, and as soon as Don and his wife moved away from the window, I ran straight home.
I'd thought that throwing up just had to do with what I'd seen, but I spent the next few days feeling like utter crap. Half the time I spent laying in bed, even if it meant calling out sick from work.
And to add insult to my illness, I was sported a horrible scab on my chin from where my face had smacked into the ground as I launched myself over the stair rail.
This whole week had just sucked. I kept telling myself it was just the Flu, and that I'd get better.
But a few days later, as I climbed out of the shower and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, there was no hiding it. It was definitely not the flu.
-----------------------------PRODUCTION NOTES-----------------------------------
- We had WAY too much fun writing the article from Gossim Girl. It was originally going to just be a regular article, but the moment we started writing it, the idea just happened.
- We'd like to assure those that read the amazing Broke Legacy that our Bella has NOT been kidnapped by Aliens. That, however, is ALL we're going to tell you. ;)
- Meadow kept throwing up at the most inopportune times, and then when we DID need her to throw up, she wouldn't!
- EVERYONE is attracted to Don. We had to hide him on the top floor of Goth manor, because BELLA kept swooning over him.
- In the middle of the scene with the Oldies, MORTIMER showed up and started eating pie! It was hysterical, but so inappropriate given the conversation.
- If this were a cat macro it would be captioned: Meadow- Is Not Amused.
- We wish we could Smoogle diet coke.