Mediator's Night
by Reboo
email: rlw1985@hotmail.com or lngwp@oz.zzn.com
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"The mediators' life is the hardest life of all. For patience is a virtue few possess and to be able to use it wisely is a gift, and at times a curse to those who possess it. Mediators take the good and the bad and compromise. They see they shades of gray and act upon them, while the rest run away."-r.l.w
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"A car, a car," Snr. Antoinne yelled , storming up and down the room.
"I hear you dear, I really do," his wife said trying to calm him down, but her own anger at her son's request wasn't allowing her to do so very well. "We just can't give it to him. This time we will say no. 2,000 dollars that's it, no more." she stated.
"He needs to learn his lesson, and he will this time. Garibaldi is making us look weak, and we can't have that. I won't have that." Antoinne stated harshly and confidently and turned to face his wife with a stern look. He drew his hand down his face letting it rest on his chin. He stared at the ground then looked up. "We need to put a stop to this silly behavior of his."
Lucrezia turned and peeked over the top of the couch in the adjoining room. Her parents had only come to the same conclusion ten times if not more, actually most likely more. Not yet had they acted upon it.
She tilted her head allowing her bangs to completely cover her face as she tried to get a better look at them. Her father and mother looked strained, and drained. Everuthing was wearing them down. Of course it didn't help any that they were both in their mid to late 40's. Between the Alliance and her brother they just did not seem to be able to hack it.
Lu sighed and shrunk back down into the couch, her parents did not know she was up and she had no desire to get caught. She was waiting for her brother, Garibaldi, to log onto his e-mail. She stared patiently at the laptop screen on the coffee table in front of her. Lucrezia was all too use to being mediator between her brother and parents, it was no fun job on most occasions, but she enjoyed her routinely talks with her brother without the formalities and talk of the current depressing situation.
Currently she was trying to weasle him into letting her manage his money but so far he had not consented. He probably would not let her either. His wife had control of his money more or less and she did all the talking more or less she was a control freak, and she treated her brother badly. That is why Lucrezia did not like her that much, but she was able to retain her anger and ill feelings and act quite civily towards her,. Even though on more than one occasion his wife had apparently stolen cash from the house and she had definitely tried to get Lucrezia to do her work. Lucrezia remained calm, cool, and collected. Besides if she was not calm the house might just burn down around her.
On several different occasions Lu had taken off from the house not wanting to deal with her in laws, she may have liked her brother, and his kids. His wife and her first child however were repulsing whiney brats that took to getting her littler sister in trouble and she just couldn't stand it. When she left though it could cause some major problems, she was the unspoken diplomat of the house, even when she had no experience in an area she was still asked for advice, and she was always the one getting called in to settle disputes.
She rolled over on the couch and grabbed the afghan laying on the back, she wasn't supposed to touch it but as long as it got put back, no one would notice or at least she hoped so. She wrapped the blanket tightly around her and snuggled back into the couch. Still no word from her brother, but at least her parents had gone quiet. Quickly she stuck her head over the side and peaked back, the lights were turned off in the adjoining room, they must have gone to sleep. 'Oh well,' she sighed.
She looked at the grandfather's clock in the corner by the fireplace and read the time, '11:45', her brother should have been on by now. She reached over and disconnected from the internet and began to shut the computer down, he should have been on at 11, that's when they normally talked. Most likely however his wife probably would not allow him access to his own computer.
The computer went black and she closed the lid, and yawned. She was tired. After today's mess with Garibaldi's wife demanding that they buy her a car Lucrezia's brain was fried, it had taken every ounce of goodness in her to keep her from attacking the woman. Soon hopefully very soon her brother would be rid of his wife.
In a weeks time however she would be enroute to Germany, for a nice break from the harsh realities of being in her house. Treize and his family had invited her for the summer, and she had most readily accepted even though she did not know quite why Treize had invited her. He still had not told her, just said that there was an old friend of her's staying with him she would probably like to see.
That definitely had her confused but as she felt, oh well, it was a chance to get out of the house without having to worry about anything, as long as she could get the present matter cleared up. "Goodnight," Lucrezia whispered lazily to no one at all, and fell asleep on the couch, she had needed the rest much more then even she had thought.
A/N: Aha the fourth part in a series I seem to be doing, if you can call it a series. This one follows after Peace breeds War, and yes I did use Lady Dante's title suggestion for it seeing it was previously untitled. I hope you enjoyed, and pleeeeaaaaase review. And yes I do realize it was a sort of deceiving title, but I could not think of anything better.
