After Caitlin's birthday, things got back to normal, with River selling paintings, and Haruo doing the same with his. There was a lot of work to be done mainly because City Hall had just jacked up taxes...and well...when you get hit with a §28K bill every three-four days, it's not a fun situation, if you can't pay it. So what do you do? You work your heinie off; that's what.
And...so did Yasunobu who worked in the garden...and tried to make vegetables...from normal quality into perfect quality...and at least leave a legacy of grown items that would help to make a great harvest and probably earn some money along the way.
But that was only if Haruo took up the reins. Perhaps if he let River do all the painting work. Both Masatoshi and Caitlin were Level 5 in their careers, Caitlin was now a Middle School Teacher and Masatoshi was a Carnivorous Plant Tender (we're still debating whether or not he's going to get eaten one of these days at work or not - tender can mean one of two things; y'know)
Dougal, noting the obituaries, realized that there was a major problem...many townies were being deposited by the funeral services at the Chikamori Private Cemetery rather than at the main cemetery in the township. That would not do, so Dougal went and cleaned out the mausoleum.
Nobody but Chikamoris and their kin at the Chikamori Private Cemetery! No ifs, no ands, no buts.
...of which well...thanks to Caitlin being engaged to Masatoshi, Dougal, if he met Grim at anytime, would be interred at the Chikamori Private Cemetery.
Evidently the patriarch of the Shallow family had passed away recently and well, it just so happened that Mary Kay Shallow had wanted to remember her father with a painting from the proceeds that she had inherited. She called Haruo and asked him to bring over one of his paintings and purchased it, no matter what the cost was, it was being bought in her father's memory. "My family and I...our deepest condolences for your loss, Mary Kay." Haruo stated as he passed over the painting to Mary Kay Shallow. "He will be remembered..."
"Thank you..." Mary Kay said as she shook his hand and Haruo made his exit.
River sold a painting of her own and considering just how much more experience she had in the painting thing, she certainly brought in a good amount of simoleons with that sale. It went for over §32K and that would certainly knock off a good portion of the tax bill that came in.
Evidently Constance Shelley was not home at the time and Jon Lessen, the town gigolo...considering how many kids he had to pay child support for, was stuck outside on a snowy night wondering when Constance would return home. Preferably before he turned into a popsicle.
Luckily he moved before a meteor struck the street.
He was certainly lucky since the impact and blast didn't come anywhere close to him.
You see, boys and girls, this is why you don't drop meteors near your house...
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