Friday, December 9, 2016
Chapter 81: Unlovable
Carlos bakes a pumpkin pie, his father's favorite, for the town's Spooky Day feast celebration.
Milo has been feeling down, but is briefly cheered up by the sight of the beautifully roasted turkey.
Most people are intent on having a good time today.
There's more food than can possibly be eaten.
Local teens August Woods and Robbie Platt head off behind the stage to make out and complain about the wasteful excesses of their society.
"Eggs, hey!" Ceth greets her friend.
"H-how are some p-people running around without sleeves?" The poor man shivers in his heavy coat. "It's f-free-eezing."
"M-my hometown was a tropical beach all the time. Not even any weather."
Milo brings a slice of pie to Ernesto, who intends to hide on the outskirts of the party until his girlfriend, Mercedes May, calms down from whatever they are fighting about.
"Thanks man, you're a real bro," Ernesto grins widely at the pie plate.
"Women, am I right?"
"Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em."
Milo frowns sulkily. He wishes Kirstin was here, but pregnancy has made her moody, and she doesn't feel like showing up in front of large groups of people today.
"Isn't it sad? His girlfriend won't even agree to live with him. How can he possibly be serious about her, if she doesn't even want to be that close to him?" Ceth chatters on about Milo and his unusual romantic life. "And she actually seems to think she can 99% get out of childcare."
"Some people don't make good parents," Egg Man says quietly.
"So what, she's the victim? Boo hoo, boyfriend wants to keep the kid, she doesn't want anything to do with it?"
Frisbee with the boss.
Lela knows there is a meteorite in this box, but since they are in public, she pretends to act surprised about the gift.
Woo! Party animal at the party!
Lela shakes with unstable rage when she gets a call from her brother about attending the family's costume party.
"Gross, I can't stand this will they won't they junk," Ceth complains.
Milo's response is a clueless: "Huh?"
"Carlos and Lela Whitfield. They've been spending practically every day together now."
"No way... what? Carlos? Being sociable?"
"Yes! And the way she looks at him? She's totally in love. Don't you notice anything, Milo? Come on now."
"Hey, I have a baby on the way... cut me some slack."
"He shouldn't lead her on if he's just going to keep her at arms' length forever. He's never gonna trust anyone with our secret, and he's not as confident he can keep it as I am. I mean, that's why I date and he doesn't, right?"
"Yeah that's pretty much right," Ceth agrees.
Dancin' with Phil.
Against her better judgment, Lela puts on the most awful costume she can find on short notice and goes to her parents' house.
Her brother and his current girlfriend are nice enough...
...but she gets into the same old arguments with her father as always.
Lela leaves her parents' house, puts on fresh clothes and makes her way to a bar. Several glasses of Deep Despair should dull the pain.
The drink is on fire. Just how Lela likes it.
"I suppose I am just... unlovable..." Lela sobs pathetically.
Ceth takes a seat next to her. "Yeah, about that. Are you sulking about Carlos?"
Lela sniffles. "No... well yes... I suppose..."
Ceth waits for the bartender to shuffle into the back room before saying, "Tell Carlos you know he's a freaking werewolf."
"A freaking. Werewolf."
"I am inebriated. Perhaps mishearing you."
"He doesn't like letting people close. Doesn't like them knowing the secret. Fear of secret police or something, you know."
"Those might be real," Lela says.
Etc.: Someone rolled a wish for a feast party, so I had the family throw one at the park. I guess it was a flop because none of the guests brought food! I had to provide it all, so Carlos was very busy in the kitchen for a while.