Rules Of Different Games

Chapter 6- What just happened?

Ruth Finn

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Miranda looked at me with a stern frown and then laughed like a crazy person. "You want to skip town because you beat your twin up?" She cackled, her one piece leotard made of purple velvet hurt my eyes as it hit the sunset just right.

"No. I want to leave because she betrayed me, and Dru's moved on." I complained.

"No, he has not. He's in the kitchen making me coffee." My Uncle Dillan teased me.

"Not your Drew. My Dru. They're spelled differently, and mine is a girl." I rolled my eyes at him. "Why do old people think name and twin jokes are cool?"

"I am not old." Dillan complained, crossing his arms over his chest. "When you were born I was a fucking teenager."

"Yeah, and now you're in your 30's with kids of your own. I think your son is close to my age, moron."

He rolled his eyes at me. "Shut up, already. Lord, I miss Earl. He'd put this to rest. You know being gay in this town is the easiest thing in the world. Ask him and Tommy."

"Where are they?" I asked Miranda. My uncle's Tommy and Earl had been gone from town for a while now.

"They are at the hunting cabin making repairs. I think they got lost in each other though." Miranda laughed.

"After all these years those two still go at it like rabbits. It's a shame too. I kissed Tommy once and man if he wasn't gay I would have never fought over George and Jackson. But in the end I have two fellas instead of one so it's okay." Miranda beamed.

I rolled my eyes. You heard that right folks. Miranda has two husbands. One legal, one not. No one knows who is what and it doesn't matter, but they've been married since she was 24 and they were both 26. But they've all been together since their early teens as in like 15 years old. (It's a love story for the ages if you haven't read that book yet, I suggest it.)

"Some of us just want one person, Randa. And that one person hates me because of something my twin did. Please help me leave. Give me a job in LA at the art gallery you own. Come on anything." I begged her for the hundredth time in the last two hours since I'd been here.

Miranda sighed, sitting back in her chair with a joint between her fingers. "My friend Tammy Sue owns a game shop in Clairmont. Her kids want nothing to do with her shop. I guess dungeons and dragons are not their cup of tea. Mine either, I like rummy. But anyway, she needs a shop manager. It's one town over and close enough for me to meddle. Why not go there?"

My eyes itched a little. "I don't know anything about those kinds of games."

"So, just wing it. There's a small dance studio across the street from it. Maybe you can start dancing again while you're away." She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Or have an affair while you're there. I had an affair with Tammy Sue's brother once. We totally made out in the back of a Buick when a house burned behind us. God, it was poetic justice."

"Why was the house burning?" I frowned at her weird storytelling.

"I burned it down. Okay, see, when your Miranda was younger, I was an arsonist. I got paid a lot of money to burn certain things around town down.  When we were little, a couple of old white men who thought they had control over this town tried to hurt Tammy Sue. George, Jackson, and I weren't having any of it.

"This was the fifties and an entirely different world than what we live in now you see. But I knew this town deserved to give my friends a chance. And so, I burnt those men's houses down and me and Tammy Sue ran a small criminal ring while raising our babies. It was a different life full of adventure until my men and hers found out and made us shape up." She giggled. "Anyway, I think this move will be good for you."