The Strongest Curse Master - Chapter 462

Chapter 462: Lyra Did It!

“I could only persuade him to protect his property from the front porch, but he went and got his AR-15 too,” Pam said as we met in the driveway picking up the beer cans her husband crushed after emptying them as a show of force to the people attending Dee3’s party.

“Auntie, you don’t have to worry about the trash. They will clean the entire estate afterwards. Just leave it,” I said, as I took her left hand in mine and led her back home, where, on the front porch, Uncle Dan and my mother were both standing by the rails, one armed with guns and other armed with wine, glaring at the guests while my father was reading news on his iPad ignoring his wacko family. He can’t complain as one was born from the same womb as him and the other, he promised to spend the rest of his life with her.

“Ace, what kind of a person is your friend? She doesn’t even have the decency to check with us about letting her guests park their cars on our property?” Dan immediately complained to me as I neared the porch, raising his AR-15. Making it clear that he was pissed about Dee3’s fancy guests parking their fancy cars in his ranch as if it were some kind of parking lot.

“Ace, tell me what kind of tenant doesn’t invite their landlord to their housewarming party? A bad one, that’s what your friend is, a bad tenant,” Mary complained to her son, making it clear that she couldn’t care less about where the guests parked their cars. She was just pissed that she wasn’t invited to the party.

“Mom, I can see why you guys think Dee3 is holding a housewarming party, but it’s not. It’s a funeral,” I corrected my mom, only to see her lay down her wine-glass on the railing in shock thinking, ‘No wonder the guests are all dressed in black.’

Then, I turned to my uncle and threw Lyra under the bus, “And Uncle, it was Lyra’s idea to let guests use the sidewalks of the mud road connecting the Lansky ranch and Iron Valley ranch for parking their vehicles. Lyra should have informed you beforehand, right?”

“No, she never did. No wonder these people act like they own this place. Al, I blame you for this,” Dan blamed his brother for not raising his daughter right. That girl was too unruly and had the attention span of a dog. If she were in a staring contest with a dog, he would bet on the dog.

“Dan, could you please stop pointing with the guns and just put them away,” Al said, pushing aside the barrel of the shotgun pointed at him.

“Relax, the safety is on,” Dan remarked but still set the guns down on the table now that he knew why Dee’s guest parked on his property. He felt like a jerk for his actions earlier. Still, this was his property, he could run naked on it and no one could say anything. Except for his wife, son, and the rest of the family.

Rolling his eyes at his elder brother, Alwin reminded him, “It was you who spoiled her rotten. Remember, she was your little princess. You wouldn’t let her experience any kind of hardship. You even built her a life-size princess castle to play with. Growing up, she thought summer vacation literally meant going to her uncle’s ranch… Honey, all the signs were right there. How did we miss them?”

Alwin turned to his wife, pondering how they failed to see that their daughter was going to live her entire adult life mooching off them and then, after they were gone, their son would have to bear their burden. Out of nowhere, his mind compared his firstborn with buying a time share scheme.

“Can you blame me? She was the first little Lander to be born. If somebody hadn’t slashed my budget by two-third, I would have built a bigger model with quality timber instead of cheap plywood,” Dan mumbled, eyeing his wife. It appears he still hadn’t forgiven her for that.

“You three focus,” Pam clapped her hands, reminding others that there was a more serious topic to discuss. Turning to her nephew, she enquired, “Ace, who expired?”

“Aaa… it’s Dee3’s owl. It died this afternoon. It meant a lot to Dee3. Therefore, she planned the funeral in the spur of the moment which is why she couldn’t check with you guys about it in person and asked Lyra, who volunteered to help her with the funeral arrangements,” I said, trying my best to make it sound like it was all Lyra’s fault.

“You are telling me my ranch is being trashed and littered because a hippie wanted to hold a funeral for her dead pet?” Dan was immediately enraged.

“I don’t know Dan. Dee3 smells too good and has smoother skin than a baby’s butt to be a hippie. Besides, I don’t think so many guests would have showed up to a regular pet funeral. That owl must have meant a great deal to Dee3. Honestly, I even envy her a little for having such caring and supportive friends,” Mary said with a hint of regret in her tone. She had small regrets about not making more friends and just focusing on raising her family.

Ace wanted to tell his mother not to be envious as those gathered here were not Dee3’s friends and most were only here for Dee3’s influence and skills, but he chose not to as his uncle remarked, “Yeah, you are right. An owl is too cool of an animal to be a hippie’s pet. Dee3 is alright, I guess. Maybe, we should also raise an owl — no, a hawk. That would get rid of those damn birds better than that joke of a scarecrow we have in our fields.”

“I have a pet hawk,” Lilith, who was silent, suddenly spoke up, taking part in the conversation. Her cute voice immediately made her the center of attention. My mom looked like she could just chew on her rosy cheeks as an appetizer with her wine.