This was A ‘NEW’ ARSENAL of the videos TO GET-BACK at his twin, where Peter ‘had’ the ANOTHER-VIDEO of…

… the CCTV-cam upstairs which ‘caught’ – the cripple-POE ‘FLYING’ UPSTAIRS to his-room…

… but that was HIS-EVIDENCE FOR his-inspector-mother… WHEN THE right-moment came TO REVEAL the superhero secret-identity of Poe, LIVING UNDER the-same-roof.

The plotting-twin was deciding of ‘HOW-TO’ use the kissing-video to destroy his-brother’s reputation online as ‘Tarzan,’ now-that…

… he’s famous by the Tik-Tok viral-videos of-the-zoo…

‘… WHAT-IF…

‘… hehehe… Janey’s parents found-out that you’ve been ‘FRENCH-KISSING’ their blind-daughter, hehehe… I ‘got’ you this-time with YOUR ‘PANTS-DOWN, Poe…’

-O-

At 4:45 PM, the SHS’ student counsellor, Diane King came in her-old Volvo – Principal Harris had-told her to deliver 2 separate-birthday cakes for the twins …

… Caroline was glad to see her… and ‘invited’ her TO STAY for-the party – to ‘keep-an-eye’ of the ‘lively’ youngsters who were behaving boisterous – while Caroline attended her kitchen-chores…

Everyone was ‘settled-quiet’ in the living-room, especially the band-of the Irish-backbenchers – knowing for-a-fact that Ms King was the ‘eyes-and-ears’ to the principal… and their parents-too…

Peter wanted GET-ON ‘celebrating’ his-birthday – and walking to the kitchen to his-inspector-mother…

“Mom, IT’S 5 PM… the cakes are here… what are we waiting – let’s celebrate…!!?”

“… no, WE ‘WAIT’ for your-principal-Harris… HE ‘PAID’ for the food catered from the country-club – and I only-paid for the cakes…”

“Come-on, Mom… WHAT IS THIS…? My-boys would-be leaving at 5:45 when their-Uber come before the 6-o’clocks’s Zombie-curfew – I’ve ‘ONLY’ 45-MINUTES of-fun… and you want me to-wait!!? What kind-of sucky-mediocre party are you-both throwing…

“… this is my-once in my-lifetime 13th-birthday, Mom – ‘why’ are you-adults screwing it-up with indecisions…!!?”

Caroline was ‘pressured’ – she took-out her cellphone to call-Tom – but the principal ‘had’ switched-off his-phone...

“… okay-Peter… we cut-the-cake…”

The inspector-mother saw her ‘eldest-son’ walking-away victorious when she ‘decided’ to proceed with the birthday without Tom-Harris...

… whose ‘presence’ would be-missed – to-be A FATHER-FIGURE to her-sons…

-O-

On a folding-long table, were the 2-cakes – and Caroline was lighting-up the 13-candles of the red-velvet cake that was Peter’s favourite… while her-helper, Alicia was lighting the candles of a chocolate-cheese cake which was Paul’s favourite…

Bella stood with her-boyfriend behind the long-table… and Paul was ‘alone’ with his-cake –until Caroline told Jane-and-Alicia to stand-beside her ‘youngest-son’ before they sang the birthday-song…

The birthday-party commenced when they sang the birthday-song. Caroline ‘recorded’ video-on-her iPhone… and Ms King was ‘photographing’ with her cellphone…

“…Happy-Birthday tooo Peter… and…

“… Tarzan… Happy-Birthday 2-Yoou…” The Irish-boys chorused in-loud laughter…

… Bella ‘blew’ the candles with Peter – while his-twin blew his candles-alone with one big-puff… both the boys cut their cakes with all-clapping…

… Bella fed a piece-of-the cake to her-boyfriend… and they kissed – the upset Caroline stopped her-videoing…

… it was the 2nd-time, the Inspector-of-Perth ‘saw’ the YOUNGSTERS ‘KISSING’ – the first ‘being’ when she picked Peter-up at the Family-Day ‘AFTER’ THE school-trip to ROTTO…

Even the-ethnic Aboriginal descendant, Ms King was mummed. In her 30-year career at SHS since the 90’s… where the ‘present’ generation students’ behaviours-and-attitudes have ‘slumped’ badly… as they no disregard-nor-respecting adults’ supervision-and-their schools’ systems…

“… hey, Tarzan ‘has’ 2-girlfriends…” One boy teased in the-crowd…

“No, that is Tarzan’s mail-order Asian housemaid…” Terry replied, and the-boys laughed…

Ms King ‘put’ her foot-down…

“Terry Donovan, that is A RACIST-REMARK – apologise to-Alicia… or, your-father will ‘hear’ from-me…”

All-of the backbenchers looked at their-mate –who’ was their-leader… who had put his-own foot in-his-mouth…

The awkward-tween apologised…

“… err… sorry Alicia if I had ‘offended’ you – sorry to you-Ms King… if YOU ‘FEEL’ offended-too as a minority…”

The Irish-gremlins snickered at the cynical-response of Terry… the-son-of a lawyer…

“COME-ON, mates – let’s eat!!!” Peter diffused the uneasy-situation of adult-versus-student…

Everyone then feasted on the cakes, pastries, pies and pizzas. Caroline videoed the party – while observing the 2-clicques of her twin-sons at both-ends of:

* Paul’s friends – Jane-and-Alicia were well-behaved-and-respectful…

* Peter’s friends – Bella-and-the Boys were wilful-and-wayward…

Terry Donavan then said-to his-mates…

“Let’s have a pizza-eating contest…”

Churros replied…

“How about Peter vs Tarzan… on ‘who’ eats the most-pizza…?”

Everyone looked at both-the Walker-brothers – Alicia shook Paul’s arm, urging…

“You can ‘do-it,’ Pauly…”

“… no…” Paul declined…

… and so DID PETER – as he ‘reversed’ the-event…

“How about the battle-of the 2-loudmouths – TERRY VS CHURROS… are you-both game…?”

Peter brought a long-sheafing dish of an assortment of cut-pizzas from the food-warmer – and divided the 20-slices of 10-each to the backbencher-contestants…

“… I’ll be the-judge… are you-ready… PLAYERS-GO!!!” Cried the rapt-Bella…

… all-of the backbenchers were supporting Terry – and Peter-and-Bella were cheering-on the underdog, Churros…

From across the-room, even Paul-and-Alicia were rooting-for Churros too – as they both disliked Terry the bully-class-clown…

… blind-Jane only “heard’ the nyom-nom-nom ‘sounds’ of them eating… along with the backbenchers’ cheering…

… Caroline had ‘allowed’ Peter’s friends to have their pizza-eating fest – because Tom had over-ordered the catered-food from the country-club that could-be a waste ‘after’ the party… where her-fridge would-be over-stocked WITH LEFTOVER – that may-tempt the overweight Paul to overeat the next-day…

… but ‘what’ the inspector-mother disapproved-of was – BELLA – who was displaying open-affection to Peter by sitting-on his lap as she was ‘judging’ the contest. Caroline was ‘bitching’ about-it to the school counsellor…

The Irish-boys cheered-out loud when Terry swallowed the 10th-pizza… while Churros the-half-breed Irish gagged on his-7th slice…

Across the room, the Chinese-girl ‘cursed’ in Hokkien with the ‘winner’ outcome – and said to the crippled-boy…

“You could have ‘beaten’ the-loudmouth, Pauly… I-really ‘hate’ Terry-Donovan!”

Paul smiled sheepishly to her-vengeance, only to-reply…

“… no, I don’t think-so… I’m looking-out for MY-DIET these-days – and eat-slowly to appreciate it’s lovely taste…”

… especially, with ‘FEARFUL’ WARNING of Nurse-Joker ‘amputating’ his-legs…

He looked-over at his-quiet, smiling-girlfriend beside-him…

“Jane, have you the lamb-meat Shepard-pie…?”

… she shook-her head, no…

“… you ‘should’ try-it… I had already ‘had’ 2 – it’s better than pizza…”

Both of his-BFFs ‘share’ a pie – while Paul had his-3rd – and he was food-connoisseur-ing…

“… the best part of it is the beef-gravy cooked-in herbs with Worcestershire-sauce – that blends well with the melted-Parmigiana cheese-and-potatoes…”

Everyone heard Peter saying…

“Let’s open my-prezzies…!”

Peter led Bella-and-the boys to the dining-area where the IKEA table with the presents-were…

“Mom, where are you…? Come, take videos…”

Peter who had the most boxes ripped-off the coloured wrappers of his-prezzies to-receive:

an MCU’s Thanos’ infinity-gauntlet glove (from Terry) a bow-and-arrow set (from Churros) a remote-controlled drone a pair of Nike tennis-shoes a Sonic-the-Hedgehog tee-shirt

Next, Paul opened his-2 presents that the-girls gifted:

a Navy-blue faux-fur velvet-jacket a handheld Nintendo-Switch console

They all saw the rapt-Paul exclaiming in joy…

“Thank-you, Alicia… wow! What a Beauty…it comes with a Dark Soul Remastered-game – I’ve ‘not’ played that…”

The boys too were fascinated by the Chinese-gir’ls ‘gift’ that was the MOST-EXPENSIVE – Peter ‘too’ felt-it that his-twin’s prezzie HAD OUT-staged his-prezzies and was ‘bitter’…

Caroline went to the storeroom and returned with 2-more boxes – of one-each for her-twins…

“… this is from Tom…”

… Peter ripped-opened the package – and exclaimed-aloud in-ecstasy when he received his-wish-list of a Rafa-racquet…

… he-was satisfied that his prezzie was-now ‘MORE’ EXPENSIVE than his-twin… and-was showing-off and bragging to his-mates on-how – his path-to his-world domineering of his-tennis-sports had ‘begun’… where he ‘would’ use his-robotic arm and ‘best’ equipment to ‘win’ tournaments from this-day-forth…

Paul sighed and shook his-head…

‘… Principal Harris had-indeed used the ‘SCHOOL’S FUNDS’ to buy the-devil the-racquet… ‘JUST’ TO-impress mom…’

Paul opened his Tom-Harris’ present – it was a folding-box of a boardgame of chess… the backbenchers were ‘not’ all-all were impressed with the gift – even-Paul ‘felt’ so that it would be an ‘white-elephant’ that would-be idle in his windowless bedroom…

“Do you ‘know’ how-to play-chess…?” Alicia then-asked…

“… huh… no, I don’t…”

“I can ‘teach’ you… and I can even introduce-you to some of my friends in the chess-club – and YOU ‘CAN’ join-them…” The Chinese-girl suggested…

“… huh… okay”

Everyone next-heard idle-engines of cars at the main-gate – IT’S EITHER the-Ubers of the-girls or the Irish-boys… but ‘WAS’ NEITHER…

… Caroline went out to porch to the Mercedes-Benz and Bentley Continental-GT… to receive the late-visitors…

-O-

At closer-to 6 o’clock, Principal Harris came with 3 men:

Topheth Jared Wilford, a millionaire-businessman – who was Bella’s uncle Michael Donovan, a lawyer – who was Terry’s father Albert Wang, a real-estate broker – who was Alicia’s father

The presence of the newly-arrived ‘adults’ intimidated the Irish-boys the most – seeing their school-Principal Harris. Terry was terrified the-most by the attendance of his father – thoughts-of – if the-counsellor, Ms King had called-him over for misbehaving-and-slurring as a visitor under-the-roof of the Inspector-of-Perth…

… his-Irish-cobbers ‘feared’ Terry’s father-too – because Mr Donovan ‘knew’ every one of their-fathers…

Except FOR-ALICIA who seemed ‘sour’…

… as she ‘despised’ seeing her-father, Albert Wang – who was estranged to her… and she hated’ him for all-of-the ill-treatment the MAN ‘DID’ TO her-and-her mother, Robin…

… especially, taking-away her-2 younger-brothers to live separately with her-maternal grandmother…

Paul noticed the ‘resentment’ on her-face…

… where in the ‘OTHER-PERTH’… ‘when’ she was his-girlfriend, Alicia had told-him of her-father’s wrongdoings…

… but in PERTHLAND – it was ‘reversed’ as Paul HAD ‘APOLOGISED’ to Albert-and-Robin in the Vice-principal’s office for ‘kissing’ their-daughter…

Paul did ‘not’ know WHO THE 3RD-man was – who was in his-50s, a Caucasian with a large-stature with sharp-European features… who looking-up and seemed to-be impressed with the high-ceilings of the Walkers’ house…

… his-darting-eyes met Paul’s – and he came-over to him and shook-his-hands…

“Happy Birthday, laddie – ‘ere a gift for you… it’s a Krugerrand… from my-country…”

… his English-accent was strong-and-plucking – certainly ‘not’ Aussie – but he ‘had’ heard the accent ‘before’ in the Black Panther-movie…

Paul’s jaw dropped when the visitor had gifted-him with a rare-and-old bullion-gold coin – in the head-side was an engraved face-of-a man with a long-beard with the inscription…

‘Suid Afrika’

… on the tail-side of the coin was an engraved image of an antelope – with the date, 1892…

When he was thanking the South-African visitor – Bella called-him…

“Uncle Jared!”

… Paul then realised that HE WAS BELLA’S UNCLE – the millionaire, Jared Wilford…

‘… ooo, I see… Principal Harris had mentioned HIS NAME ‘before’ while-a-month ago, when he delivered the Marciano-pizzas during the lockdown… he told-me that MR WILFORD ‘would’ help Mom ‘settling’ in my-father’s gambling debt…’

Paul seated at the IKEA table then saw his mom-and the principal in the kitchen with low-voiced discussion…

“… but Tom, it’s the boys’ birthday… and you invited them-over…?”

“… the time is ‘now’ – act on-it, Carol… all your debts ‘would’ go-away…”

Peter shook Wilford’s hand as Bella made the-introduction – the newly-initiated teenager had a ‘funny’ feeling that HE HAD ‘SEEN’ the big-nosed man with the-European feature ‘before’ but doesn’t know-WHERE-FROM…

… Tom-and-Carol ‘interrupted’ the visitors by saying that THEY WOULD take-them on a-tour to see the rest of the Walkers’ house…

The youngsters saw the 5-adults walking-up the stairs… while at the same-time, the 2-Uber rides arrived ‘before’ the curfew…

… before Alicia led Jane-away, Paul ‘sneaked’ a kiss to his-girlfriend… behind the back of his-mom and-the-principal…

… Peter-and-Bella led the Irish-boys to the main-gate – and saying goodbyes to the backbenchers who-all were driven-away in the 7-seater Toyota…

Outside the window, Paul peeked at his-twin kissing Bella in the-darkening garden after the sunset…

‘… why is Bella ‘NOT’ GOING-HOME before the ‘curfew’…?’

Wheelchairing to the living-room, Paul heard the adults’ voices upstairs… he sighed in-relief…

‘… our ‘house’ is finally-sold… mom WOULD-BE ‘FREE’ of dad’s gambling debts…”

-O-

Upstairs, the visitors were led-to the 6-of-8 rooms in the upper-tier of the House-of-Walker… where Caroline was unlocking the doors of the unoccupied-rooms – of the late-Solomon’s music-room, and 2-spare guest-bedrooms…

… along with the ones-used – Caroline’s, Peter’s… and Paul’s ‘former’ bedroom…

… with a broken-window by the willow-tree-branch ‘crashing’ during a thunderstorm – but ‘now’ taped-by large sheets-of-plastic…

UNKNOWN TO CAROLINE, Topheth-Jared Wilford, the grand-wizard of the Moloch-cult was sprinkling Blackmagic-dust on the open-doors-steps of each-of-the rooms that the Inspector-of-Perth ‘had’ unlocked…

… grains of dust-powder that were made of pounded skulls-of-child sacrificed victims – with dark-rituals would place ‘HEXES’ to MARK – the ENCHANTMENTS territories of the ‘Dark-Lord’ dominance in-Perth…

Caroline said to the-visitors…

“… these are the 6 rooms – and 2-rooms at the ground-floor that my late-husband used as his-office… the other is supposed to be a large storeroom but was ‘converted’ into Paul’s bedroom after the-accident, so that he has bathroom convenances…”

… Jared Wilford stopped-her…

“… my-dear, Mrs Walker… I really ‘like’ your-house... but I’m ‘not’ buying-it now…”

“… what…? If the asking-price of 4-million-dollars is too steep – I’m willing to ‘knock’ it down a-bit…” Caroline negotiated…

“… I ‘know’ the financial-problems that you’re facing now… earning $15,000 a month as a police inspector with 2-handicapped sons to maintain ‘after’ a bulk-of your salary goes to pay ‘only’ the interest of the late-Solomon’s debt amounting to $1.6million… which you-can’t pay his-debt in your-lifetime…”

“If you ‘buy’ the house – then, I can ‘pay’ the debts of my-husband…” The woman-inspector rejoindered…

Albert Wang, the real-estate realtor spoke…

“But your big-house is ‘built’ ‘currently’ in a-bad zone-location where middle-class property-depreciation are prevalent – look at your house that is ‘damaged’ with many-cracks on-the-walls, broken-windows and whatnot… that’s ‘why,’ Mr Wilford HAD DECIDED to bid an-option…”

“… what option…? What…? Do I have to ‘renovate’ the-house before I sell…?” Caroline was confused by their unclear-bargaining…

Tom Harris interceded…

“Listen to them, Carol… it’s a good-deal that you would ‘not’ regret…”

The businessman Wilford clarified…

“… as I was saying Mrs Walker… I’m here for a possible outcome that I might help you to pay-off all of your-bad-debts – so, I’m ‘optioning’ the-house for 5-years… but you cannot sell it to anyone – and you may also ‘stay’ here till your-sons ‘graduate’ their-Uni… and once, they’re 18… which-is 5 years from-now, I’LL ‘THEN’ BUY your house for $2.4millon… ‘minus’ the bad-debt, of-course, whether the-future possibility of the property-and-land prices appreciates-or-depreciates…”

“… this is too-good to be ‘true’ – you-said that I can stay ‘here’ for the next-5-years…” Caroline was ‘still’ doubtful as she found-it dodgy…

“… yes, with your-sons in the house-that their ‘father’ BUILT FOR-THEM… I ‘don’t’ want to ‘rob’ the ‘good-memories’ of their childhood… till they’re 18, and they can have the option to-buy the-house for themselves or sell-it to-me – it’s a WIN-WIN deal…!”

Caroline was still in-doubt – Tom urged…

“Carol, it’s a ‘good’ deal – TAKE IT…”

The lawyer Donavan added…

“Yes, take-it, Inspector Walker – your-house ties-in as a ‘collateral’ of the bad-debt… touch-wood, if anything that happens to you-in your-line of police-work – the-dollar amount of your death-insurance payment is still ‘not’ a sufficient-amount to pay-off the debt… and you’ll lose the house, one-way or the-other…”

The real-estate Wang continued…

“… no-bank will give-you a ‘loan’ to pay a bad-debt – this-house is ‘your’ Trump-card – ‘auction-it’ to Mr Wilford and he ‘pays’ your debts-off… and-for the next-5-years you’ll have the financial-freedom to ‘provide’ for both your sons’ education…”

“… so, in-under ‘WHOSE’ NAME would the house-be – if I-were to-agree…?” Caroline enquired…

The businessman Wilford took-her question…

“It’s a good-question, my dear – and I don’t want to-be a ‘shady’ businessman in your police-records either... I’m here this evening on the request of my-niece… who ‘urged’ me to help the Walker-family off-their financial-problems…

“… so, TO BE ‘FAIR’ to you and your-family… I feel it should-be in the name of ‘your’ eldest-SON, PETER – as he’s close-friends with my-niece, Bella…”

“… but Peter is a ‘minor’…” Caroline clarified…

The lawyer Donovan responded...

“There is ‘no’ age-limit to ‘own’ a property – all you have to-do is ‘transfer’ the deed to his name… and the next 5-years, you and your-family can ‘live’ under the same-roof…”

Caroline thought a-moment, before saying…

“… what-if, Peter ‘CHASES’ US-OUT ‘once’ the house is in his-name…!!?”

All the 4 men laughed… the lawyer replied…

“… no-worries, Inspector Walker… that CANNOT’ HAPPEN because he’s a ‘minor’ under your-care and guardiancy until he’s 18, which is 5-years from ‘now’ – it’s in the clause of the ‘option-contract’ that ‘protects’ you and his-twin, Paul…”

Tom held Caroline’s arm and whispered…

“… it’s a good-deal, CAROL – TAKE-IT, and sign the-papers…”

-O-

In the living-room, with the Nintendo in-his-hand, Paul saw the adults ‘again’ after their 10-minute tour-upstairs – and hearing his-mother’s voice calling…

“Poe! Where’s Peter…?”

“… outside… he’s ‘playing’ with Bella…”

His-mother and the 4-men looked at-him, and each-other OF ‘WHAT’ the teenager had-said…

Stammering, Paul self-corrected and-clarified…

“…err, I ‘mean’… they are in the-GARDEN… FLYING the birthday-drone present…”

“CALL HIM…” Caroline said as she led the-men to the IKEA-table…

“I don’t talk to him, Mom – you ‘call’ him…”

The inspector-mother sighed and left the-men at the-table… as she went to the front-door to step-out in the porch…

-O-

In the dark lawn, the Perth’s inspector saw Bella under the SLEEPING WILLOW-TREE – looking up at Peter who was 3-meters-up on the tree-trunk… and still climbing with the grips of his metal-arm…

“Oii! Peter, what are you ‘doing’ at this-hour climbing the-tree – COME-DOWN ‘now,’ before you fall-and-break you-neck!!!” Caroline shouted…

“Mom! My drone is ‘stuck’ – I’m ‘getting’ it…” Peter shouted-back…

Peter was balancing on a horizontal-branch…

“… careful, dear…” Bella cautioned…

“Oii, the tree-branches are ‘rotten’ – even ‘broke’ the window-upstairs in-that-storm – COME-DOWN NOW!!!” Caroline warned-and-ordered…

“… no-worries, Mom – I ‘got’ this…” The 13-year-old replied…

… Peter retrieved his-toy – and tossed it below to his-girlfriend…

“… Frenchie…catch…”

Peter hung on the branch like a horizontal-bar, and – leapt 3-meter down… alighting to show-off his superhero-landing-stance…

The laughing teenagers raced to the front-door…

-O-

In the living room, Paul saw his-mother leading them to the IKEA table – Caroline called…

“Poe, you come-here too…”

The crippled-teen sighed at his-mom as he wanted to be left-alone to play his-new videogame. As he wheelchaired-over, he saw Ms King serving the 4-men freshly-brewed coffee – and was housekeeping by picking-up Peter’s torn-prezzie coloured papers littered on the floor.

Peter noticed Jared Wilford sitting on his-chair… that was used to-be his late-father’s seat…

“Peter – sit!” Caroline told her-firstborn…

… he ‘joined’ the 4-men and his-mother as they sat in the IKEA table-for-6… as Bella-and the student counsellor stood-beside… Paul was the furthest at the kitchen-counter – playing his-games in-mute…

The curious-Paul ‘paused’ the game…

‘… why is the ‘DEVIL’ SITTING at the table…?’

Terry’s father, the lawyer was ‘explaining’ to Peter and showing him some documents – gave details of what the adults ‘had’ discussed earlier-upstairs…

‘… what’s going-on…?’ Paul scratched his-head…

He saw the rapt-Peter who stood-up exclaiming…

“Beauty! This is the BEST BIRTHDAY-PREZZIE ever!!!”

Peter shook Jared-Wilford’s hand… and Bella hugged him and kissed him…

“… thanks, Bella – this is the ‘BEST’ GIFT you had ‘given’ me…”

Paul was ‘more’ confused… and he saw the lawyer, Donovan giving a document for Caroline to peruse-and-sign…

‘… what is ‘happening’…? What ‘gift’ did Bella ‘GIVE’ THE-DEVIL…?’

The South African businessman officiated…

“Son… your father’s house ‘would-be’ UNDER YOUR-NAME for the next 5-years!”

… Paul’s jaw-dropped ‘when’ he heard-that – and his-antagonist twin saying…

“… no-worries, Mr Wilford I’ll BUY THIS-HOUSE from you ‘before’ I reach 18 – cos’ I’ll-be a world-class tennis-player by then!!!” Peter bragged…

“You CAN DO-IT, Champ!!!” Bella patted his-back…

“Yes-yes-yes!!! My-good-luck stars are-aligning ‘when’ I got my-invincible robotic-arm… then, this course of ‘owning’ my-dad’s house is like my-father in-heaven is looking-down at me and giving’ his-blessings on my-birthday that I’m born-and-destined to greatness to come, hahaha – Go, Gemini-Go!!!”

… Peter boasted as he hit his-chest with the metal-arm…

Paul was totally-stunned in-the ‘bombardment’ of events– then, he heard his-mother’s stern-voice…

“You STUDY-HARD too and graduate…!”

“… no worries-Mom… I ‘got’ that covered-too WITH MY-AI coaching-me to get ‘good’ grades…” He smirked at both to Tom-and-Carol…

His speechless-wheelchaired twin was in bewilderment as the 2-adults nodded-and-consented… Caroline then penned-stroke her-signature on the contract… as Paul gapped his-mouth – but ‘inside’ OF HIS-HEAD he ‘screamed’ …

‘… NO!! DON’T do-it. Mom…’

When the property-contract WAS SIGNED – the 4-MEN CLAPPED…

… which ‘provoked’ Kitty @the backyard – AND SHE BARKED… that shortened Peter’s acknowledgement tribute…

“… first-things-first – that bloody-dingo ‘SHOULD’ BE-RID-OFF from my-house…!!!”

The speechless Paul’s jaw dropped once-again – but he ‘heard’ Caroline protesting…

“NO! The DOG STAYS!”

“… but-Mom… it’s a nuisance… and a noise-and-safety hazard…”

“No, leave Poe’s DOG ‘ALONE’…!”

Terry’s lawyer father reminded Peter…

“… you’re still A ‘MINOR’ living-under your-mother’s care – and ‘what’ she says-and-do are binded-and-mandatory in every-decisions you ‘make’ from now-on… until you reach adulthood when YOU’RE 18…”

Peter scoffed…

“Hah! I’ll win international-tournaments and with the prize-money – I’ll ‘SOON’ BUY my-father’s house – and, I’ll get rid of ‘both’ the stinking-dogs!!!”

Everyone was quiet to the teenager’s animosity…

Bella’s businessman uncle reminded Peter…

“Listen-Son, the reason I agreed to Bella… was that you ‘can’ live debt-free under the ‘same’ roof with your mother-and-brother – but if you ‘oppose’ to the contract’s terms-and-agreement. I can nullify- it by tearing-up the contract ‘now’ – do YOU ‘WANT’ that, Peter…?”

… the ‘fear’ of taking his-prezzie away ‘struck’ Peter…

“… no, please don’t…” he mumbled…

“… then… listen to ‘your’ mother… be an obedient-boy and respect her… and live in-harmony WITH THEM… can you do-that, son…?”

… Peter nodded in-submission…

-O-

A little-before 7 PM, after their 2nd coffee-and-eating birthday-cakes, the visitors left. At the front-gate, Peter-and-Caroline sent them off – with the black-Bentley and the green-Volvo were the first to leave the house-of-Walker…

Look out of the window, the wheelchaired-teen WAS PROCESSING the chain-of-events which ‘happened’ during his-birthday – where…

… it was pleasant in the first-half when JANE CAME … a great-surprise which he did ‘not’ expect where-her-presence WAS ‘GIFT’ IN-its-own rights for-him…

… but-until ‘when’ the visitors-came later in-half-time… bringing good-tidings… and bearing ‘gifts’…

… that ‘was’ too-good to BE-TRUE…

His-late father’s gambling-debt WERE ‘PAID-OFF’ by Bella’s uncle – now, his-inspector-mother would have financial-freedom after 3-years of money-woes… … in her expense-of transferring THE-DEED TITLE to his-twin’s name – for the next 5-years…

‘… the bloody-devil is having such-good-luck EVER SINCE the-3-of ‘us’ got-into this POST-TREETON realm 6-months ago…

‘… okay… you’ve a ‘rich’ girlfriend’s uncle… I GET-IT… just-like PERTHLAND – Jezebel’s uncle… Lord Stamford Crowley who brought you-gifts ‘back’ there…

‘… ‘what’s’ the-catch… ‘what’s’ YOUR ‘ENDGAME,’ you-devil…?

‘… but deep-down in-my-guts – I ‘know’ your endgame ‘leads’ to the destruction-of-Perth BY THE-NUCLEAR DEAL that Mayor-Blake made… but ‘what’ has ‘owning our-father’s house would HAVE ‘CONSEQUENCES’ to the annihilation of-Perth…?

‘… I don’t ‘get’ it… and ‘CAN’T’ FOLLOW-the-breadcrumbs…

‘… but one-thing for ‘sure’ I’LL BE THE-THORN on-your-side to stop ‘whatever’ you’re planning, you-devil… yes, I’VE ‘SUCCEEDED’ BEFORE when I killed-you in-PERTHLAND, remember…?’

Paul’s deep-reveries were ‘interrupted’ by the-devil’s whistling as his-twin came to the front-door – the crippled-teen ‘recognised’ the familiar-tune… Kill Bill Vol.2 it was…

… when the villain ‘taunted’ The-Bride with his-whistling…

Peter snickered at him… that irked Paul…

… but he supressed his-anger – where he easily ‘could’ USE HIS SUPERPOWERS… by putting-down the-devil by electrocuting-him dead…

… but that ‘would-be’ the SAGA’S END of the-Perth’s-accidental-superhero’s quest to be the-Defender-of-Perth…

… once his-inspector-mom FOUND-OUT of his ‘secret’ of superhero identity…

… ‘turned’ supervillain – and, arrest-him FOR ‘KILLING’ his-twin, Peter…

Peter was chuckling in Paul’s presence as he ‘taunted’ him with the eerie-whistling – mocking that he was having their-father’s house IN-HIS-NAME…

… where he could ‘DO-WHATEVER’ to his-twin-and his dog ‘behind’ Jared-Wilford’s back…

The pissed-off Paul left the living-room… and wheelchaired towards his bedroom as he passed the open front-door – peeking outside to see in-the-dark…

… Tom-and-Carol kissing at the front gate…

He then heard the-devil laughing at-his-back, saying…

“HaHaHa! Let the games-begin…!”

… Paul ignored him – and did ‘not’ respond to-the…

‘… bloody-psychopath…’