Pregnacy sat well on Veronica in the beginning. She got back to her chemicals as fast as she could.
“If I can come up with a cure for morning sickness, we’ll make millions!” she confided in Charles. He just smiled and nodded. He left that science stuff to his mom and wife.
Along the same vein, Zahra was up to her own experiments at the bistro, but they didn’t go quite as well.
When she’d exhausted her inspiration, Veronica headed to the porch step to pick up the paper. She waved to the mail lady and was met with a pair of squinted, suspicious eyes.
“What’s up her butt?” Veronica asked, scowling out the window as she joined Charles in the sitting room.
“Her?” Charles said. “I don’t really know. I don’t think I’ve ever talked to the mail man. Fabian handles the stuff that involves, you know, people.”
“Maybe she has PMS,” Veronica said. “At any rate, it’s not my problem. Let’s see who’s being stupid to whom in the news.”
A moment later she jumped to her feet and threw the paper on the floor. “What the hell is THAT?”
Charles jumped. “What is what?” Then he peered at the headline.
LOCAL WOMAN FOUND CONSORTING WITH OCCULT.
Beneath was a picture of Veronica kissing Charles… in their own hottub. In their all-together.
“Wow,” Charles said. “I knew this town didn’t like me that much, but I had no idea. If I’d realized that your name would be smeared just because you married me, I’d have–“
“Don’t you dare talk like that!” Veronica raged. “We weren’t bothering anyone! Someone is going to pay for this!”
“It’s a free country,” Charles said weakly. “They can print what they like, and obviously they think their readers want to see this. What can we do?”
“What can we do about what?” Zahra asked as she walked into the doorway. She was in desperate need of a shower, but the look on her dear son’s face made her forget all of that life trivia.
Veronica waved the newspaper under Zahra’s nose. “How is this legal? They come into our private space and take pictures for the newspaper? And Charles is an occult? They use that word like it’s an, an epithet!”
Zahra blinked at the article. “You know, dear,” she said, “things like this wouldn’t happen if you’d keep your clothes on where people can see you.”
“That is NOT the point and you know it!” Veronica cried. “This is harassment, and it’s racist to boot!”
“People out there are frightened of what they don’t understand,” Zahra said. “We’ve never cared what other people think in this house.”
“Oh, really? Well, damn it, I’ll show them. I’ll sue!”
Charles was aghast. “A lawsuit? Are you sure you want that kind of attention?”
“We already HAVE the attention,” Veronica snarled. “We might as well do something about it.”
Before Charles or Zahra could offer up any more thoughts on the matter, Veronica was on her way to the courthouse.
She was undaunted by the paperwork or the expensive lawyers hired by the newspaper. The case was clear. There was a law against hate speech on the books, after all, wasn’t there?
Hearings ran late into the night.
And in the end, she left alone, defeated, and out 600 simoleons in legal fees.
“The occult have never been classified under hate speech laws,” the judge said. “Occult isn’t a hate term. It’s just, well, occult.”
“Don’t say a word,” she warned when she dragged at last into the house. “Not one word.”
Soon she found a perfect place to vent her rage.
“You!” she screamed at the paparazzi lingering near her chemistry lab. “Maybe I can’t sue your pants, off, but this is our property. Get out before I kick your ass into next week.”
“It’s the news, don’t you get it?” the photographer retorted. “You can kick me out, but you can’t stop the news!”
“Then I’ll settled for kicking you out,” Veronica said, her voice now dangerously calm. “Leave.”
As he left, she said under her breath, “This is not over.”
I’m not dead!
But hey, I hope none of you are either. Nobody seems to be posting much on the simblogs at the moment. I’m guessing it’s because this is the end of term for you students out there.
DragonWife, is the port to a new town going OK? Amhranai, is your move going all right?
I’m settled with my dear daughter at my parents’ place for another week while my husband finishes up teaching his last class. Our house is STILL not on the market, but soon. We’re promised it will be soon.
Sim celebrity points are funny. Charles picked up a random one at some pont. Then, when he proposed to Veronica in the park, *she* picked up two points. Then they each got a point for marrying another celebrity in public. So Veronica now has three points, and Charles has two. After they got married, Veronica was immediately disgraced for “Woohooing with an occult.” Oh, really?
It’s good to at least be able to get a post out. Someday I’ll even be able to play again 😛