Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2013 22:34:37 GMT -6
The heart-wrenching confession from her sister threw into stark relief the life of a stray cat. It only Lisa was the prized pet of an elite New Yorker she would have gotten the health care that she needed. As it was now Lisa’s family and friends had to stand by and watch her fade away. Siren hadn’t been that present in Lisa’s life because it was true she held her half-sister’s choices in almost complete disdain; having the past, reality or not, thrown in her face by her dying sibling hurt the woman. However the spark of survival that flashed in Lisa was something the woman could respect, that and her will to hold onto all that would ease her passing, namely Francesco and her kids.
It was as simple as that. Siren now was compelled to help her sister in her last moments, an odd notion to them both she imagined. Sighing softly Siren ventured closer to Lisa, pressing her body to the brown tabby in the feline version of a hug. “You said that Frankie was a good man.” Siren paraphrased, using the nickname for her brother-in-law for the first time since meeting the couple. Her small smile softened her usually stoic face, her olive gaze warm for a brief moment before Siren pulled away and left the restroom area.
“Are you feeling up to eating, hermana? I’m sure we’ve kept your hombre waiting long enough.” Siren needed to question her brother-in-law about a few things before their outing was over. So, once Lisa joined the calico Siren headed back into the restaurant with a stern expression.
She jumped up into her seat and proceeded to eat her meal in comfortable silence, using the action to gather her thoughts. Once she was done Siren would look at Francesco, “Frankie, I’m sure the meat business is very stable for you but my door is always open to you and Lisa. Just in case Lisa needs help with the kids while you are…working. As for your little speech about the insurgents in your part of town I’ll have you know most of them call Bushwick home and I’ll not have them threatened, again. Other than that I feel we can co-exist quite amiably, don’t you?”
Siren was a brutally honest cat, rare in her line of work but the situation needed to be thrown out of the shadows – the dagger and cloak game was over. Siren declared her allegiances while saying that the Sardelli’s are welcome in Bushwick as long as the peace was kept. What would this gray tabby have to say to her offensive maneuver?
It was as simple as that. Siren now was compelled to help her sister in her last moments, an odd notion to them both she imagined. Sighing softly Siren ventured closer to Lisa, pressing her body to the brown tabby in the feline version of a hug. “You said that Frankie was a good man.” Siren paraphrased, using the nickname for her brother-in-law for the first time since meeting the couple. Her small smile softened her usually stoic face, her olive gaze warm for a brief moment before Siren pulled away and left the restroom area.
“Are you feeling up to eating, hermana? I’m sure we’ve kept your hombre waiting long enough.” Siren needed to question her brother-in-law about a few things before their outing was over. So, once Lisa joined the calico Siren headed back into the restaurant with a stern expression.
She jumped up into her seat and proceeded to eat her meal in comfortable silence, using the action to gather her thoughts. Once she was done Siren would look at Francesco, “Frankie, I’m sure the meat business is very stable for you but my door is always open to you and Lisa. Just in case Lisa needs help with the kids while you are…working. As for your little speech about the insurgents in your part of town I’ll have you know most of them call Bushwick home and I’ll not have them threatened, again. Other than that I feel we can co-exist quite amiably, don’t you?”
Siren was a brutally honest cat, rare in her line of work but the situation needed to be thrown out of the shadows – the dagger and cloak game was over. Siren declared her allegiances while saying that the Sardelli’s are welcome in Bushwick as long as the peace was kept. What would this gray tabby have to say to her offensive maneuver?