Broomfield's Box

Hiya, Thea here!

The holidays are a crazy time around our place, and always have been. When Lacy and I were kids, Mom and Dad reveled in the year-end activities, but somehow it all ended up like “A Christmas Story” on acid. Well, that spirit of weirdness followed us from Maine to California. To be honest, I’ve seen enough here in Los Angeles to convince me that people are strange in this city and it’s only a matter of time before the nuts are running the asylum. Some people would argue that they already do, but as long as the traffic lights continue to flash red, yellow, and green in the proper order, I have hope that we’re all just going through a phase and will survive another year.

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Hiya! Thea here.

My sister Lacy recently called me a know-it-all. While I was very touched by her flattery, I don’t really know everything. I should probably go back to college, but I’m not ready for that yet. Still, to learn something new, I take night classes.

Over the the course of the time I’ve been living with Lacy, I’ve learned a little something about surfing (Night courses in surfing are scary, let me tell you!), car repair, tax preparation (most boring class ever), and cooking. My latest interest is art, so I took a course in still-life sketching.

Now understand that I didn’t tell Lacy about any of these. Not because I didn’t want her to know, but it was just something that I could do by myself, just for the fun of it. If she would have asked, I would have told. Still, because the classes fell on the nights that she usually worked, it just never came up.

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Hi, Lacy here.

It’s Thanksgiving, and what better way to commemorate that than with a list of some of the people in my life and what they’re personally thankful for? I also thought you might like to see what everyone looks like. So without further ado, in no particular order, here’s what the gang had to say to a form I asked them to fill out:

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Hi, Lacy here.

You’ve gotta love your family. Well, certain members of your family, not all of them. I mean, no law says you have to love any of them, but it’s always a good thing to love a few. Otherwise, you don’t have enough pall bearers for your funeral, but there are always ones you could sooner do without. My parents, for example, are not high on my Christmas list. It’s a long story, and if you’ve read any of the Broomfield’s Box stories not on this blog, you know that I have major issues with them.

My sister, Thea, is a different story. I love her more than anything, and I’m always thinking of little things that I can do for her. Like Girl Scout cookies. The girl has a serious jones for GSC’s. Doesn’t matter what flavor. If she had the money, Thea would pile them up beside her computer in crates and be there from Friday afternoon until Monday morning. Add some Diet Mountain Dew and you’ve got yourself a computer geek party right there. If she could comfortably sit on a bedpan, she wouldn’t have to move at all and she’d be in hog heaven.

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Hi, it’s Lacy.

As all of you know (actually, you may not know, but this is a clever psychological ploy to get you on my side), I have relationships with two men: Professor Quentin Broomfield and LAPD Detective Brett Merrick.  To be honest, I started dating Brett to make Quentin jealous. What I didn’t anticipate was developing feelings for Brett and now I’m sort of trapped in my own plan. I don’t want to hurt Brett and I’m now able to see a future with him, but at the same time, I don’t want to lose Quentin. This has caused me considerable angst, especially since I looked it up and discovered that polygamy is illegal in all 50 states.

I know. Big shock to me, too! Imagine all of those wonderful, exciting women such as myself (I know, I know. There’s only one Lacy Cornwall!), with only one man to make her happy. Kind of a drag, right?
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