Juliet and Rhiannon notice Romeo is missing
They go ahead and celebrate anyway
Finally, the day of my birthday was upon us. I hosted a party for everyone, as usual. When it came time to blowing out the candles on my cake, I was held up in another room debating politics with a concerned taxpayer. Juliet and Rhiannon took my absence in stride and resumed their own birthday celebrations.
Romeo: Elder
Rhiannon: Elder
Although Rhiannon and I were sporting more wrinkles and a head full of gray hair, I think we managed to age gracefully. I chose to wear a deep blue sweater vest which my sons called the “Mr. Roger’s sweater” while Rhiannon looked a bit more elegant in her purple jacket.
Juliet, Nikki, and Antonio watch Romeo put away his cake
I’m afraid the years were not as kind to my sister Juliet. Her once glorious black hair was now white and her fashion centered on comfort rather than style. As I was putting away the leftovers from my cake, I noticed Nikki and Antonio watching me with interest. Nikki, who had left my house days ago as a teenager, had just had a birthday and was now a young adult. Poor Patrick had to wait a few days before he could continue his romance with her.
Petruchio and Antonio close their eyes to make a wish
Fortunately, the wait was not too long. The very next day, we had a pool party to celebrate my boys’ graduation from school.
Everyone enjoying the party except Helena
Helena's boyfriend Roy dancing with himself inside
The party was wildly successful and everyone enjoyed themselves. Well, everyone except Helena who spent most of her time sniveling because her boyfriend Roy preferred dancing alone to dancing with her.
Rosalind's new husband, Xavier Ellsworth
Xavier boos himself while Antonio engages in trashy talk
We also met Rosalind’s new husband that evening. His name was Xavier Ellsworth and from what I could tell, he didn’t have a high opinion of himself. I was actually surprised to see that Rosalind had settled down. I had originally thought her to be too lazy to care about settling down and having a family. And even though it was fairly late in her life, I was happy for her.
Petruchio: Y. Adult
Antonio: Y. Adult
My boys looked as nice as they did when they were teens, in my opinion. Patrick really was a looker, at least Rhiannon thought so. She was so proud to see her sparkly hazel eyes had been passed down. Patrick developed a tendency to forget what he was doing from time to time and this absent-mindedness was somewhat amusing. Antonio managed to retain his own style as he aged. Poor boy though, he really hated anything remotely flirtatious. I wasn’t sure how far a mean, unflirty, insane guy could go in the world-but I’m sure we’ll all find out soon enough.
