Apologies for not updating, but here's a real chapter that should get the plot moving! (and the reviews coming!)
Chapter Twelve
It was a normal day in our household. We were an average household, with your 2.6 kids, although in our case that was a literal figure rather than a figurative one. Best not to go there, though.
My wife walked into the room. "James, breakfast!" I responded with a smile and a nod that did little to dispel the cloud over the room. No matter how hard we tried to pretend that everything was all right, none of us could forget that day.
Our twins walked into the room, I heard them coming from the crashing of items that preceded them. I tried to smile, unable to shake off my memory of that day. Jim and Tim noticed and began to speak to each other in that language that no amount of both expensive and inexpensive therapists could prevent them from using. I had long become resigned to the fact that our sons would not even speak with us, but it was harder for Ann to accept. She spent her entire day at home trying to figure out solutions to the problem.
I knew there was no solution, the only real one had vanished eighteen long years ago. It was what had caused Ann to give up her job (she couldn't be in a hospital again), and what caused Jim and Tim to fail all their classes (despite IQ tests being off the charts), and what had caused me to be fired from my previous job.
It was called Kim, but ever since she had died just after birth, she had become it, and I had not been able to keep a job longer than three months.
Ann had been able to bear it better recently, but something always came up that set her off. Some reminder of the daughter that she could have had. If fate had not been so cruel to our family. Just when Kim would have begun kindergarten, I caught her standing wistfully at the gate. She would stay there all day sometimes, and I found out about it when the twins had called me from home to say that they were hungry and didn't know where their mother was. I suppose they had always been left behind as we chased after an impossible dream.
Oh well. There was work, I suppose. I sighed as I took the bus to work. "Welcome to Bueno Lacho, how may I help you?"
Yes, Bueno Lacho. Bueno Nacho closed down because of lack of sales, remember? And he takes the bus because they're poor. Or just not rich. They're not in those well-earning jobs any more!