Rules Of Different Games

Chapter 11- Shit Show

Ruth Finn

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Miranda was a menace to society. That's all there was to it. She was making shit up. Her and Earl were both liars. I couldn't believe Devan and Charlie would break up without telling me. No way. I marched into my bedroom where Charlotte was doing Lou's makeup for the rehearsal dinner tonight. I landed my little body on top of Ellie's lap and dug my head into her hip.

"You have to hide me." I told her, burying myself in the couch.

"Who's coming?" She whispered, looking around.

"G-G, where can I hide?"

"I'll take care of it like last time." She laughed at me being curled in a ball.

"Don't put me up high. It's scary." She giggled, standing up with me in her arms.

She hoisted me to the wardrobe on the top shelf I could never get to and stuck me inside like I was a small animal just in time for Miranda to come flying into the room. Ellie had already made it back to the couch with her remote held up as a sword.

These two never got along, which was why I liked Ellie the most out of all my cousins and adopted cousins. Ellie was my mom's sister Erin's daughter. Aunt Erin and her husband Ken would be flying in from Hawaii later on in the week, but for now we were stuck with G-G, as we liked to call her when she wasn't around to hear it. She hated anything that implied she was an old granny, which she was. And Ellie never let her forget it.

"Where's the small twin number 1?" Miranda roared, one hand on the hip, one holding a vape pen. She quit smoking but likes to vape now. I was convinced it was a weed pen, but no one would confirm.

"How original, Randa." My sister rolled her eyes.

"Shut it, number 2. Where is she?" Miranda jerked, stomping to Ellie.

"You!" Miranda stuck a finger in Ellie's face.

"Where'd you put her? Last time, it was on top of the wardrobe."

Ellie laughed. "That's right." She chuckled low. "Sorry. Not there this time, Grans."

Miranda smacked her in the back of the head. Ellie grabbed her, pulling her gently into a kind fake hug.

"There there, grams, does someone need a hug?"

Miranda took her little hands and clapped on to Ellie's ears. "Ellie, tell me right now."

"No. No way." She shook her head. "Make me, great grandma."

"Ahhhhh......" Miranda screamed, throwing her small frame into Ellie. The door opened with George walking in, not even knocking or ashamed to be in a room with Lou in nothing but a robe.

"Hey, get out, Gramps!" Lou yelled.

"Miranda, we have a function to attend in two hours. Get out of this room right now." George yelled.

"God, fine." Miranda yelled. "Where's Tommy? I need him. He's the only sane one out of the bunch."

That's not true. My Uncle Tommy Johnson, Jackson's brother, and Miranda's best friend. Is very much not the sane one. He runs the criminal circuit in town and the local casino. He's the baddest, best man alive. He was 68 and didn't look a day over 30.

He was aging like his mom, Colleen. That lady was gorgeous and looked immortal, like her age had paused in her late 20s. Right up until the day she walked herself right over the Trowbridge. Weirdest thing ever. She woke up one day in her mid 80's and just walked right into the water, never to come back. That right there would have changed a man. And Tommy was no exception. He was practically perfect in every way. But not sane in the least. I waited for them to leave, then knocked on the wardrobe, and Ellie let me down.