INTO MY MIDSUMMER DREAMS.

**INTO MY MIDSUMMER DREAMS **. Amber Macaulay Luca! Roslyn calls out, for her sister. Where is my purse? You were just holding it, right now! Amber looked frantically, left and right for the damned purse. It held their last bucks. "Now! How am I going to make it to the interview? We need this job! I need this job. " Amber and Roslyn were step-sisters, although, they were from the same mother, but different dads, they were still close. Heather Quincy Kirk was their mother, she’s been married twice. First to Mr Pedro Solo Luca, and then Roslyn’s dad _ Jethro Flynn. Two both grew at the outskirts of Valerie, a sub- urban town, with large index of fluctuating consensus and low employment ratio. It was hard to get by in Trimmers. The whole yard stick, was to make it, out of school and into the labor market with little to no expectancy, of a good paying job. The prospectus in Trimmers Town, an outskirt, sub- urban town of Valerie, was bleak. A pious community though, but ravaged with crimes and murder sight. The news was considered, God- like. Everyone watched the news. Or how would one survive the streets, cluttering and swarming with people from different walks of life. In the early 90’s , Trimmers town, was a haven for so many people. The companies and idols that embellished the town’s scenery and allure, had all faded away due to a growing, drug cartel invasion. Company closures came as a shock, to Trimmers, causing a whole lot of migration into the upper town, Valerie. This system owed to the governments lack of safety and protection. Most Trimmers folks, moved up to Valerie Island for safety. And Who could blame them? The streets were rife with deaths, gossips about murders, debts; heaps of death and high rates of suicide. Paranormal sequence, Lucid and vulpine critters crawling at dark from the forest, was also a folklores in Trimmers forests life. Beastly attack was nesting as a norm. People gnawed at the idea, but it was becoming more rancid and vivid, with each passing month, to the realization, that they were not alone. The early 2000s only helped in increasing more fear and languishing panic, in the throbbing hearts of the aged and young civilians of the town. Amber and Roslyn had already gone to see the squire, the bloke who promised them a place, on West Online Services. They were in need of job, desperately. Roselyn heard about the good pay towards, gnarly looking and fluently speaking reporters or journalist. Amber who had been working there since her graduating days, had twelve years of experience with the broadcasting company. It was a job that required eloquent dialogues and fast absorption of information, with a knack for details. On the plus side, to her life, she could do it, all too well. Her husband, Odell Roderick was her first heart throb, and she married him after, 2 years of dating. Although, they had issues with birthing a child. They wanted one, so badly that they ultimately looked for other options, but it only created more road blocks in their relationship. The price of each trial was on a high price level. They couldn’t afford it anymore, only to be met, by some Waterloo results. Roslyn on the other hand, her sister; blonde, 6’4 tall, dark grey eyes , in her mid- thirties was in search for a good paying job. Her last job had blown off workers and staffs due to the intermittent economic decline, often and on, again and again; for about four years in a stretch. They were on a streak, this time. “Where is the purse? I could swear I left, on the sofa”. “Here it is!” ‘ Amber handing her, the purse, jiggling it in the air. ‘ “Now run off! You don’t want to be late on the first day of interview.” “Wish me luck!” ,' Sis!’ Roslyn says fidgety. “More luck than a fibbing rat!” Amber replies, with a warm hug. “Now go! Go! Go!” She urges, to her sister, who looks a little neurotic. She had, had three interviews only yesterday, and was still awaiting on a call. But this particular interview, could pay her well. Even if, it required her interning for a year. She would gladly do so. Her yelping about her cash flow and miscellaneous expenses on her son’s health care bills, would come to a halt, for once, and they could live head free from debts. Amber considered what the job meant to her sister _ Roslyn. She smiled softly, as she wiped the dirt off the kitchen counter. She sighed heavily, they had made a mess again. She and her 3_ year old son, who she was babysitting today. Roslyn was married and divorced, a 5-year old marriage, annulled due to a sleazy, cheating scandal. She had been married to Jell-O Connelly, her ex-husband, a military man, who worked in the barracks, put of town. Nobody tow, that Jell-O had another wife, but Roslyn had made it clear to the court, that she intended, to be second, to no one. Such hasty decisions meant that she was going to have to survive alone, only on child’s support, which was barely enough. Rumors had it, that he truly did have a second wife or first_presumably. Judging that his first son was already in his early teens. The news and pictures of him with real family had shattered her sister, to bits, making her walk away from their early union. Jell-O first wife, Laurel Shapley, had been accused of cheating, while Jell-O was at work, either on duty or off duty. She had a lover, she was shunned by her community, but still it didn’t deter her relationship with Francois, her lover. He decided to do the same thing, in hopes of retribution, only to end up with Roslyn. Roslyn was infuriated by his indulgence, and how it also became her problem. She sort out a solution, for themselves, resulting in a divorce. The only problem was that she was in her early trimester, with their son, Blake Connelly then, four years ago. Family members consoled her, but to no-avail. Her mind was made up. The relationship was over. They had dated for Seven and a half years, before he proposed. Not once , did he mention a first or second wife. She wanted out. Her eldest daughter was taken from her, by her mother-in-law, Madam Lisa-o-Connelly. A retired veteran barrister, who had built her life, dedicated, to the court room. Lisa's husband was late and she as a widow catering to 4 young boys_ Herbert, Boulder, Quincy and Jell-O, her intermediate last son. Roslyn’s eldest, Lily Connelly, was taken to live with her grandma, Lisa, due to her mother’s inability to fend for her. She would have lost Blake too, or not _her lawyer used his toddler age, to her defense. He was basically an infant, he had said to the judge, presiding over their case. And they still threatened to take her son from her, frequently leaving her morose, some days. Getting a job, kept her stable. Kept her untouchable. Jell-O paid his due, in two hundred, precisely_ 250 per month, but the stigma of being a home breaker haunted her ever growing social life. She needed a job, and she needed it fast. Ding-dong! That was the microwave alarm, she had baked some cookies for the kids. Blake and Esther Pearl _her neighbors daughter. It looked like she would be babysitting both kids for a long time. Amber wondered what dinner would be, oh well! She would just do what she did best, her Meat balls and rice or chicken soup, would do. Or some Margarita. Maybe Margarita, they always had meat balls often. Her husband, Odell was still at work. She had taken a day off for her younger sister’s job application interview format. Her Manager and Director, Mr Desmond Weaver would be swearing her, out to the new interns for sure! She giggled softly on remembering his rotund stomach and stump fingers, pointing out their mistakes in presentation. After graduation, working was a bit eerie and an uphill climb, presenting, the 6’ o’clock news. How did Roslyn fancy it again? Ugh! The work load was about to put her in over drive. Ding! The oven chimed again, She brought it out, with a kitchen mitten, and allowed the cookies to cool on a rack, before giving it to the kids, with some warm milk. They jiggling turned to her and gave a warm smile. They were quite calm and decisive children. Not like her first earlier encounter being an aunt to Lily. Lily was vivacious and loud mouthed, her mother had named her Aria, in stead of Lily. The house was always silent, when she was not around. Her laughter could be heard from the lawn, menacingly clattering objects around. A hype kid. No secret_ she was up to no good again. Her shenanigans, would be all reserved for her grandma, from the other side. She was relieved when, Mrs Lisa, Lily’s paternal Grandmother took her in. Roslyn, her mother, had balled her eyes out. But they insisted on a private school for Lily. They were wealthy and could afford it, anyway. She didn’t get why Roslyn wasn’t pleased with the offer. After all, she did visit during summer and spring breaks. Roslyn always answered a reply, that left her shaken; ' when she made her a step- aunty, she would not understand, * the feeling.’* Those words haunted _ Amber. She cried for days. Only if she had a kid of her own. Priest Rican always told her to pray her rosary, as many women who were barren, their womb was being saved for the lord’s work. Her husband refuted, their hurtful remarks claiming that they weren’t_ ‘barren’. He repeated what the doctor_ always told him. ‘ Any minute now’ _ this phrase was beginning to catch on, in their household. Well this was their twelfth year! Their resolutions to childbirth, was beginning to wane down. Adoption, could heal their bleeding hearts, especially if this 10th_IVF failed again. They would have to reconsider adoption strategies. Amber always wanted to be a mother, since she was nine, but life had other bigger and better bargains, she had hoped, secretly.