Taylor Drake was, and always will be, the Robin to Petah Sexton’s Batman. They were no longer step-brothers, but merely a person they had once been distantly related to in the whirlwind of rushed nuptials. When Petah was seven years old his father brought home a flight hostess, the next day she brought home her two-year old son. Within a week they were a happy little family, within two weeks Pete’s father and Tally’s mother were engaged. Some may say it was a quick decision, especially when children were involved, but they were nothing more than critics. Who were they to judge what true love really was?
Isabella Drake and Robert Sexton were deeply in love… Their love just didn’t extend to each other, but only applied to their children and past spouses. One day, six months after Robert had first brought home Isabella and three months after they had become Mr and Mrs Robert Sexton, the man of the household sat his family down at the dining table.
“Taylor, Petah, there’s something your mother and I thought you should know.”
In a knowing silence a slightly depressed, slightly broken eight-year old Petah stood up from the table and walked up the spiral staircase to the red door which enclosed his sanctuary. Little did he know, Tally was following his footsteps just as he had been for close to his entire life. They were 17 years, 23 days old and 22 years, 0 days old and still living together except now the twice-divorced businessman and flight-hostess-turned-golddigger no longer occupied an of the time in their child’s life. They weren’t a happy little family, they were Hero In Retrospect; a band which was surely to be the last of the rock romantics.
Isabella Drake and Robert Sexton were deeply in love… Their love just didn’t extend to each other, but only applied to their children and past spouses. One day, six months after Robert had first brought home Isabella and three months after they had become Mr and Mrs Robert Sexton, the man of the household sat his family down at the dining table.
“Taylor, Petah, there’s something your mother and I thought you should know.”
In a knowing silence a slightly depressed, slightly broken eight-year old Petah stood up from the table and walked up the spiral staircase to the red door which enclosed his sanctuary. Little did he know, Tally was following his footsteps just as he had been for close to his entire life. They were 17 years, 23 days old and 22 years, 0 days old and still living together except now the twice-divorced businessman and flight-hostess-turned-golddigger no longer occupied an of the time in their child’s life. They weren’t a happy little family, they were Hero In Retrospect; a band which was surely to be the last of the rock romantics.