Good vs. Evil in Casa Murphy

Angel Child/Devil Child?

This is Brennan.

My Angel Child.

This is Kate.

Though I have often called her

my Devil Child,

I don't really mean that.

We are terribly alike: fiercely, but quietly

competitive, we both have a wicked

sense of humor, we are creative and artistic,

love the same music (remember I introduced

you to The Clash, Kate!), even like the

same type of men.

So to call her a Devil Child would

be calling myself the same thing.

It would be safe to say however, she has

"a bit of the Irish Divil" in her.

Strangely, I am the only one who

 has to suffer the divilments of

Katie Rose Murphy...

In our apartment in Spain there was

the most frightening looking doll that

ever existed.  After a few days of me saying,

"that doll gives me the creeps" every time

I walked past it, the divil child had a plan.

I'd pull back the covers of my bed, there

was doll, open my suitcase ~ there was

doll, open the microwave ~ yup, you

guessed it, doll.

And every time, she got me, I'd scream!

The only reason I was happy to leave

Spain was to get away from Doll.

Back at home, Rob has an absolutely

hideous Halloween mask that he has

used to frighten generations of

neighborhood children.

The Divil Child thought this would be

a great substitute for Doll.

So, I'd open my undie drawer ~ scream.

Still half asleep I'd reach for the carton

of OJ and mask would be hanging from it.

Every night before bed I get my face

wash out of the medicine chest ~ she'd

have it rigged so not only would it be

there when I opened the door but would

come flying out at me ~ more screams...

On a long car ride home last year

from Williamsburg, VA she didn't have

doll or mask, so she had to create

something to terrorize tease me with.

And Bottle was born.

She'd hit me on the head with it, slip it

into the front seat as I was sleeping

 so I'd wake up hugging it...

Almost a year later, it is still in the house

and every once in awhile, I'll find it

in my bed, in a shoe, etc.

You may ask, since you are so alike, do you

Ellen also have a bit of the Irish Divil

in you?  Ahhhh, I guess you'd have to ask

my sister how many times my behind

has been tossed out of Book Club...