REGISTRY: Paon – 2nd Generation
ENTRY NUMBER: 002
REPORTER: Antonia Paon
SUMMARY: I, Antonia Paon, confirm my suspicions about being pregnant. The offspring on its way is the consequence of a brief relationship with Ramon Watt, a self-employed repairman. After drinking a solution of exotic plants and sugar water prepared by a co-worker, Tomas Paon experiences a significant improvement on his work performance and considers moving out. Clara Paon and Wilson Keaton finally tie the knot. —————————————————————————————————————————————————————
NARRATIVE: I, grunt Antonia Paon, contacted Ramon Watt Plumbery at 11am on a Thursday’s morning (Evidence A: Yellow Pages’ advertisement). After a brief chat, we agreed that the fixing of two clogged toilets and a broken shower at the Paon estate would cost $50 simoleons as well as it would be done on the same day. So, at 1 pm, Ramon Watt crossed my apartment’s door to fix the first clogged toilet. Less than 20 minutes later, he proceed to my sister apartment’s to fix the shower and the second clogged toilet.
The repairs were completed around 2:20 pm. I payed Ramon the agreed sum while we were standing at the front yard. We exchanged a few words about the weather and the view. Watt pointed out the Paon’s estate was the only one in Summer Hills lacking landscape and that he liked it that way. Just after speaking out, he seemed embarrassed and quickly excused himself for daring a comment. Willing to avoid any misunderstanding between us, I said there wasn’t any reason to be sorry adding that I wasn’t an art or decor fancier myself.
After this first contact, we saw each other two more times. Ramon showed up when the dishwasher broke and when the pipes were again refusing to work properly. Since he had worked on the same toilet before, he performed the second fix for free, urging it was part of the Ramon Watt’s Plumbery service guarantee. I thanked him by inviting him to Tomas and Maximiliano’s young adulthood birthday’s party.
Our relations gradually evolve from a cordial business understanding to a sincere friendship and eventually to a love affair. Softened by three pints of beer on a Friday escapade, I ended asking Ramon to spend the night at my apartment. It was around 1 am when we got back to my house and we went straight to the bedroom. We laid side by side cuddling and kissing, but when I tried to go further, Ramon said no and left the house promptly.
The next day he showed unannounced at the estate at 6:15 pm. He apologized for his behavior on the night before and explained he couldn’t start a relationship with someone as young as me. Until that moment I was unaware of Ramon’s age: his brown skin masked well any wrinkles and if asked to guess I wouldn’t bet he was over his 40s. But he was. In fact, he was over his 50s and had even celebrated his elderly birthday that very same day. Since my career taught me to respect and admire older men, I didn’t see a problem in our age difference. I enjoyed his company and confessed my attraction for greyish hair. We woo-hooded on that Saturday night.
On Sunday I woke up first at 7:30 am and went to Clara’s apartment for full disclosure. I wanted to properly introduce Ramon as my boyfriend during lunch and I didn’t want the information to come as a big surprise. While at Clara’s living room, waiting for her to finish her morning hygiene so we could talk, I heard a bumping sound. I ran back to my apartment and found Ramon on the bathroom’s floor. The autopsy (Evidence B: Sacred Spleen Memorial Hospital Autopsy Registry) performed by Clara Paon, now a Resident at Sacred Spleen Memorial Hospital, revealed he had a heart attack.
For the next 36 mornings I woke up to heartburns and vomit and assumed it was a physical reaction from my grieving process. By the beginning of the 37th week since the symptoms weren’t get any better, I went to see a doctor. Twenty four hours later I received a call from the laboratory confirming the positive result of my pregnancy test.
My pregnancy marched on as well as life itself at the Paon estate. Tomas Paon, a test subject at the Landgraab Industries Science Facility, drank a solution of exotic plants and sugar water prepared by a co-worker and experienced a major increase on his job performance. The improvement ensured him a permanent raise of $3 and he considered moving out of Paon state. By the time he informed Clara of his intentions, they got into a severe argument and Tomas gave up looking for lofts to rent at least until further notice.
On Saturday 4 May, 2013 at 6 pm, Clara and Wilson Keaton tied the knot at Saint Mary’s Catholic Church (Evidence C: Wedding invitation). The marriage was the consequence of a two-years long relationship between Clara and Wilson. They met during the burial of our mother, Brigida Paon. Wilson was very supportive of Clara not only after Brigida’s death, but also and specially after Leighton’s death.
Before the ceremony, some problems arose and were successfully taken care of: Clara had a minor nervous breakdown, refusing to dress properly for the wedding and talking nonsense to herself, I almost fainted due an abrupt fall of my blood pressure and Wilson had second thoughts before finally crossing the church’s door.
I was the one responsible for taking care of Clara’s breakdown, whispering calming and encouraging words to her ears and helping her put the bridal gown. But the task wore me out and I almost collapsed. It was then Clara’s turn of supporting me: using her medical knowledge – and a bit of salt, she raised my blood pressure again. Devon and Renzo talked Wilson into the church just before it would be too late for the groom proper arrival.
Among the ceremony guests were our family counselor and my half brother Sam Sekemoto, flight officer Angelica Page, the Langerak’s heiress Carey Langerak and Wilson’s brother Devon Keaton.
The ceremony was described as epic by the majority of guests, with Carey and Sam being the most emotional Sims attending to it.