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Arthur’s Family

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For my beautiful Susan, the love of my life.


Cover painting by Sandro Botticelli ca 1470

Cover art by Rocky M.


Arthur – The patriarch of his family.

EdnaArthur's wife, Edna, the love of his life and Matriarch of the family.

Margot – Arthur and Edna's oldest daughter with dark raven black hair.

Robert – Margot's husband, Dennis' brother.

RobinMargot and Robert's first born daughter. married two daughters.

Robert, Junior – Margot and Robert's first born son. General manager of family's Cadillac dealership.

Arthur – Margot and Robert's second born son. Arthur's grandson. Named after his grandfather. A surgeon.

Margaret – Arthur and Edna's middle daughter with curly red hair.

Dennis – Margaret's husband, Robert's brother.

Jack – Margaret and Dennis' first born son. Auto mechanic at the family auto shop. Married widow with two boys.

Chris – A young widow, Jack's new wife.

Timmy and TommyChris' two sons from her late husband.

Emily – Jack and Chris' baby daughter.

Eric – Margaret and Dennis' second born son. Operations manager at the family auto shop.

MaryAnne – Arthur and Edna's youngest daughter with golden blond curls.

Jimmy – MaryAnne's first husband. Stabbed to death by another inmate in a Wyoming prison.

Sean – MaryAnne's second husband.

Edna – MaryAnne and Sean's first daughter. Arthur's granddaughter. Named after her grandmother. An elementary school teacher.

JoanMaryAnne and Sean's second daughter. Arthur's granddaughter. Named after her father. Fashion designer.

AnnaMarie – MaryAnne and Sean's third daughter. Arthur's granddaughter. Married, mother of five.

Donald – AnnaMarie's husband tall broad shouldered, blond haired man impeccably dressed. Destined to take over his fahter’s business.


Arthur's wife, Edna, the love of his life. She bore him three daughters. Margot, the oldest daughter with dark raven black hair, Margaret, the middle daughter with curly red hair and Maryanne, the youngest with golden blond curls. Each daughter's birth occurred about a year or so apart.

Arthur had been on the city's police force for only three years when he met Edna at a church social. Edna was a young beauty with curly, flaming red hair like her daughter, Margaret inherited. During their courtship days Arthur couldn't understand how such a beautiful woman could fall in love with him, but she did. Arthur wasn't movie star handsome; he felt he wasn't handsome at all. He felt he was just an ordinary pug.

Edna and Arthur married nine months later. After a blissful year Margot came along. Fourteen months later Margaret came along and fourteen months after Margaret, Maryanne came along. Arthur and Edna and their three daughters were happy until three years later Edna developed a cough she couldn't shake. Edna's cough was a forewarning of the virulent cancer she contracted. She died nine months after her diagnoses. Arthur had three baby girls all under four years old to be both father and mother to.

Arthur did the best he could raising his three toddler daughters alone. This is to say he didn't have his choice of compatible lady friends, but for some reason the ladies and his daughters didn't quite get along. He thought jealousy may have been the problem, but he wasn't sure who was jealous of whom.

Arthur was the only child of two only children. He had no uncles, no aunts, no cousins. Arthur's father died six months before he and Edna married. His mother died three days before Margot's birth.

Edna's parents turned their backs on their only child when she told them Arthur asked her to marry him – and she accepted his proposal. Her parents didn't like the idea of their daughter marrying an ordinary street cop. Edna's parents didn't want anything to do with Edna from that point on, including her children, their own grandchildren.

Later after Edna passed from the cancer, Edna's father irrationally blamed Arthur for causing Edna's cancer and managed to convince his wife Arthur was to blame for their daughter's death. In their grief they somehow they conceived the notion Arthur gave Edna the cancer. Nothing anyone could tell them, including Edna's own doctor, would change their minds. They hated Arthur even more. They thought he was the devil's own spawn. They didn't even attend their daughter's funeral. Arthur had no one to turn to for help raising his three baby daughters.

One day two or three years or so later while on a routine patrol Arthur made a traffic stop. The driver of the ten year old Cadillac didn't come to a complete stop at stop sign, then made a left turn without a proper signal. As the driver slowed for the stop sign Arthur noticed the left rear brake light didn't come on when the right one lit up. As Arthur approached the car, the driver tossed his lit cigarette butt out of the car window. When he got to the driver's side window, Arthur recognized the driver. He was Edna's father. The man grew ancient in the years since Arthur last saw him. Arthur grinned inwardly. The old man is going to find out payback's a bitch.

“I want to see your driver's license and insurance card,” Arthur said firmly, but politely, leaving off the usual honorific sir.

“What did I do?” the driver asked. He didn't recognize the cop as his late daughter's husband, Arthur; the father of his unacknowledged and unseen grandchildren.

“I said, I want to see your driver's license and insurance card,” Arthur said. The old man begrudgingly retrieved the requested items from his wallet and held them in his hand as he stuck his hand out the window. He still had no idea who the police officer was. Arthur didn't plan to tell him anytime this side of the courtroom.

Arthur carried the driver's license and the proof of insurance back to his patrol car and contacted motor vehicles to verify the names and addresses. After about twenty minutes the driver became apprehensive and fidgeted around nervously. Good Arthur thought, let the bastard sweat. Arthur began to think maybe his father-in-law did recognize him, but didn't know from where.

Arthur called into the police records sections asking about any outstanding warrants he could arrest his former father-in-law for or any other transgressions he could use to make his father-in-law's life a living hell, if only for an hour or so. Unfortunately, his father-in-law, other than being a hateful father, father-in-law and uncaring grandfather, had no warrants outstanding against him.

Arthur returned to his father-in-law's car with four citations in his hand “I'm giving you four tickets, one for running the stop sign...”

“I stopped at it,” his father-in-law said in protest.

Arthur ignored the old man's comment. “...one ticket for failure to signal the last left turn you made...” His father-in-law, started to say something else, but thought better of the idea. “...One ticket for the nonworking left brake light and the fourth for littering.”

“I didn't litter,” his father-in-law said a little too angrily.

“You threw a cigarette butt out the window when I walked up to your car,” Arthur said. He bent down and picked up the cigarette butt he saw his father-in-law toss out the window. “This cigarette butt,” Arthur said, holding the cigarette butt still smelling of the burned tobacco, in his father-in-law's face for him to get a good look. He took an envelope from his pocket and dropped the butt in. “I'm taking this cigarette butt as evidence.

“I need your signature by the “X” on each of these tickets. It's not an admission of guilt, but only acknowledges your receipt of the ticket.”

“I'm not signing any goddamn ticket,” his father-in-law said.

“In that case, you leave me no choice but to arrest you. Step out of the car, turn around and put your hands on the car roof.”

“You're not serious?” His father-in-law asked.

“I'm very serious.” Arthur placed his right hand on the butt of his pistol. He'd been waiting for this moment to get his revenge on his in-laws since they turned their backs on their daughter and, consequently, their granddaughters. He almost hoped his father-in-law would try something physical and he'd like to bash the old man's head in. “I said, get out of the car, turn around and put your hands on the roof of the car – now,” Arthur said forcefully.

His father-in-law scribbled something on the tickets and thrust them back at Arthur. “This is bullshit. I'll see you in court,” his former father-in-law bellowed.

“I'll be there and I will make each of these tickets stick. You have a good day, sir,” Arthur said facetiously, and with a superior tone of voice. He started walking back to his radio car.

Halfway back, Arthur stopped, turned and walked back to his father-in-law. “I'll bring your granddaughters to court with me so they can finally meet their granddaddy.” His father-in-law's mouth dropped open in shock. Arthur walked back to his car, a broad smile across his face.

“You sonofabitch. You murdered my daughter,” his father-in-law shouted back at him after the initial shock of being ticketed by the man who killer his daughter dissipated. Arthur started his car and waited for his father-in-law to drive off. At the next traffic light Arthur pulled even with his father-in-law's car, turned to face him and gave the old man a sneering smile.

Arthur didn't bring his daughters to court. He hated waiting all day in court for trials, but on this day, the court date stated on his father-in-law's tickets, he waited patently. Three hours after court was called into session, the bailiff called Arthur's case. His former father-in-law walked into court accompanied by a skinny man wearing dark, horn rimmed glasses, a dark, rumpled blue suit and scuffed, brown shoes with white socks. He brought a lawyer to fight four tickets, Arthur thought. This man was his father-in-law's lawyer? The clerk read the charges and Arthur testified as to the traffic stop.

About halfway through Arthur's testimony, his former father-in-law stood and shouted, “He murdered my daughter.” The people in the courtroom waiting for their cases to come up gasped in horror. The judge repeatedly rapped his gavel to restore order.

The judge turned to Arthur. “Did you murder your wife?”

“No, your honor, I did not. Cancer killed my wife, his daughter. The defendant is my late wife's father. I had a feeling he would try using her death as a defense so I happen to have a copy of my wife's death certificate.” Arthur handed the paper to the judge. “This accusation has no bearing on the citations I issued to the defendant. He committed the traffic violations he is charged with.”

“Tell me of your relationship with the defendant,” the judge said.

“My wife Edna's parents were against her marrying an ordinary street cop, as he called me when I proposed to his daughter.” The people in the courtroom behind the rail moaned in disgust at the insult; the police in the courtroom awaiting their own cases, protested the loudest. “After Edna and I married, her parents disowned her. They never wanted to see their granddaughters. My three daughters have never met their maternal grandparents. And their maternal grandparents never wanted to meet their granddaughters.”

The judge heard Arthur's testimony and Arthur's father-in-law's defense, of which he had no defense. The judge's stare burned into the old man. “Sir,” the judge addressed the defendant, “I find you guilty on all four traffic offenses with which you are charged. Your fine is eight hundred dollars and two hundred dollars court costs.” He paused. “Sir, you are the most despicable man I ever had before me in this court. You let your grief at the loss of your daughter steal from your granddaughters the love and affection of their grandparents.

“Your honor...,” Arthur's father-in-law started to protest.

“Shut up,” the judge said. Muffled cheers came from the people behind the rail and smirks from the court clerks in front of the judges bench. The judge rapped his gavel for order.

“Fortunately for you,” the judge continued, “What you did to your granddaughters is not against the law. If it were, I'd've sentenced you to spend the rest of your life in prison.” The cheers were louder this time. The judge rapped his gavel once more and called: ”Next case.” The old bastard had to pay a thousand dollars in fines and costs plus two or three hundred for his lawyer who stood there with his mouth closed. Not a bad start on payback.

As Arthur's daughters grew, their teenage years flew by in a blur. One day they were looking forward to the tooth fairy leaving them a quarter under their pillow for a lost baby tooth they anxiously tucked there, and the next day they looked forward to dancing at their senior proms.

Margot was the first to marry. She met her future husband, Robert, during the first week of their junior year of high school. If you happened to be looking for either one of them, you'd find them both together. If Robert wasn't with Margot, he was with his younger brother, Dennis, a year younger. In their senior year Margot and Robert were inseparable. They often doubled dated with Margaret and Dennis.

Margot and Robert married the week after their high school graduation. Although Arthur liked Robert, he wasn't in favor of Margot and Robert marrying, – not yet anyway. He thought they were too young and needed to experience the real world for a season or two. Against his better judgment and because of Margot's constant pleading, Arthur gave them his blessing. All Arthur wanted was to see his daughter happy and if Robert made Margot happy, it made him happy as well. After the wedding and a three day honeymoon in as undisclosed place, Margot moved out of her father's house and into a small apartment with her new husband.

Lightening struck at Margot's and Robert's wedding. Margaret noticed Dennis in an all new light. Not as Robert's kid brother, but as a young, attractive man dressed in his rented tuxedo. It was as if Margaret saw Dennis for the first time and she liked what she saw.

Dennis did a double take when he watched Margaret leading her sister down the aisle. She looked so grown up and beautiful. Her red curls cascading to her shoulders and dressed in her pale green bridesmaid dress walking down the aisle four paces ahead of her sister. Dennis couldn't keep his eye off of Margaret at the wedding, or anytime after the wedding. Margaret and Dennis married the Saturday after their high school graduation and moved into an apartment of their own in the same building as Margot and Robert. Again Arthur wasn't too thrilled about Margaret marrying so young, but after allowing Margot to wed right out of high school, he couldn't say no to Margaret. In truth he liked both of his sons-in-law.

If you didn't know differently, you'd swear Robert and Dennis were twins. Both men stood six feet four, weighed between a hundred fifty and a hundred fifty-five pounds. Each brother had dark wavy hair. Robert combed his straight back and Dennis parted his on the left. Each brother had prominent Roman noses, high cheekbones, brown eyes and a brilliant smile full of straight white teeth. Normally each brother wore smart sports clothes, but dressed it their tuxedos for their weddings, they looked like two virile, masculine fashion models in he men's clothing ads in the magazines. It's no wonder Margot and Margaret fell for them.

On the first day of her senior year of high school, Maryanne decided to change how she spelled her name. Instead of Maryanne she changed it to M-a-r-y-A-n-n-e; capital M, capital A with no space in between the Mary and the Anne.

Six months after Margaret's wedding, Arthur made sergeant. He took his daughters and both of his sons-in-law out for a celebratory dinner. It was a festive occasion, everyone was in a good mood. Arthur had a dry and offbeat sense of humor and tonight he let it show much to the surprise and chagrin of his daughters and the embarrassment of his sons-in-law. Robert and Dennis didn't know what to make of Arthur's off beat sense of humor and therefore were more reserved, maybe a little fearful around him.

Arthur, out of respect for his underage daughters and sons-in-law, refrained from ordering his usual beer. The fact he was a newly ordained sergeant in the city police force and would've had to arrest himself for contributing to the delinquency of five minors should alcohol be on the table. Even without the aid of alcohol, they all acted as giddy as if they had been drinking heavily all evening.

Arthur devious smile crossed his broad Irish face and he turned to Margot. “Did you know Margaret is sleeping with her brother-in-law?” All conversation at the table stopped and all eyes stared in wonder at Arthur. Both Margaret and Dennis were shocked at her father's insinuation. Before anyone could say anything, he added: “But that's no big deal. Margot's sleeping with her brother-in-law as well.”

Margot and Margaret faces turned red. “Daddy!” Both women exclaimed in unison. They looked at their father as if he escaped from the cuckoo's nest. Robert and Dennis started to deny the allegations. Arthur roared with laughter at his two oldest daughter's and sons-in-law's distress. MaryAnne joined her father in laughter. Arthur smiled at MaryAnne who's face revealed she knew the truth of what her father joked. Margot and Margaret and their husbands looked at MaryAnne as if she had escaped from the same cuckoo's nest as their father. MaryAnne laughed even harder at her sisters and brothers-in-laws' anguish.

“This is too funny,” MaryAnne said. “Daddy, you'd better explain to my sisters and their hubbies what's so funny.”

“Margot, your sister's brother-in-law is your husband. Likewise Margaret, your sister's brother-in-law is your husband,” Arthur said. A look of wonder crossed Margot and Margaret's faces. “Simply put, married daughters of mine, you both are married to your brothers-in-law. Likewise, Robert and Dennis, you both are married to your sisters-in-law,” Author said, trying hard to suppress his laughter.

“I get it,” Margot said. Robert only shook his head. Finally, everyone at the table roared with laughter when they finally realized the family relationship between the two sisters and their husbands. The other diners in the restaurant stared at them, wondering if they all escaped from the cuckoo's nest. Arthur still thought the whole scenario was funny.

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