She took the identity of a murder victim—robbing a family of a funeral for their loved one and the chance to catch her murderer. Nearly thirty years later, the walls of deceit begin to crumble...
She was the illegitimate child of an influential mafia member. A life defined by murder, mafia, CIA assassins, sex, drug-dealers, gun-runners and a young adult who would travel the East Coast—running away from her past while searching to belong in a life that was never hers.
A neighbor in Alexandria. A paramedic in Danese. A Jazzercise enthusiast in Plant City. She threw parties in Walden Lake. She lied to old classmates of a murder victim from Annandale High School. And she may have lied to you.
In a last-ditch effort to apologize to her children and offer explanation to all those she has deceived, she quickly begins to jot down the facts of her life. The child of a well-known sociopath confesses her sins openly for the first time in this no-holds-barred account of her life. She spares no details in confessing the sins of those around her while telling her story and makes no apologies for doing so, "If at any time they don't like what I have to say, they are free to close the book, walk away or write their own damn book for that matter. I think you would do well to type more and talk less. I have places to go and people to run from, remember?"
Born the youngest of seven children to mathematician parents, Canis and Ursa, Seven Major eventually found her place as a star within a constellation of accomplished intellectuals. Seven's first demonstration of creative writing was not well-received and disappointingly so. In fact, her parents were horrified as they read her discerning prose neatly written in permanent ink on the living room wall. Seven's continued attempts to impress her parents were greeted with similar negative responses until she scaled down her style and began to use paper instead. At the age of 12, Seven was named editor of the school paper. Her work was in print and the young writer was beside herself. This was to be the modest beginning of a life-long career. Seven still gets that same high today from writing... just with much better pay.
It's true, these two neighbors were eavesdroppers and peepers and I quite obviously had an axe to grind. But trust me when I say, I was as surprised as anyone when they up and moved out in the middle of the night--not leaving so much as a realtor sign in the front yard.
Illusions of Privacy
Eve drained her pool in my yard for months and months before I realized she was killing my shrubs around our pool. We’d never had a pool before and I had no idea that the chemicals would kill grass and shrubs and such. Tom and Eve Drapiere were original owners and had been there since 1993; I’m pretty sure Eve knew what she was doing. She hadn’t been draining her pool in her neighbor’s yard for the past twelve years or there’d be no shrubs at all; obviously she’d begun this practice when we moved in. All the better to see into our backyard. Creepy fuckers.