I was sixteen when Rosemary said;
“Don’t do your thing with Vicki.”
I looked at my mother with disgust because I owned a clue as to what she was talking about.
“What thing are you talking about?”
“You know. Just don’t do it.”
In the power struggle our parents exhibited in front of their four children they knew they had damaged their eldest children, turned them against each other, but, now that they were divorced, they went after Little Vicki, who was five years younger then Christine, and, was too young to remember the really violent scenes. They lost Mark, Christine, and myself, and needed at least one child to prove they did nothing wrong. Vicki was going to be that proof, thus they treated her with kid gloves, gave her presents and took her to nice places. If Vicki had a identity crisis, or wanted to take from the identity of an older sibling, Vick and Rosemary helped her. Vicki realized she had power over the other five members of the family. She got to have parents when we didn’t. She was the family spy, their mole, that Vic and Rosemary used to get a report on what we thought and felt about our parents. None of these reports were good. We could not be trusted.
Our parents began to hand over our family history to Little Vicki. In exchange, she undermined us, turned us against one another so only she had power, only she would come out on top. When Christine became famous The Mole was in crisis. Then Christine and I had a falling out, and Little Vicki squealed with glee. So did her parents. When Christine was “killed” Garth Benton, Jacci Belford, and Stacey Pierrot, worked the Little Vicki Deal that the famous Rosamond had gotten wise to.
“Stop incorporating my life into your life!” Christine told The Mole.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mole_(espionage)
This “thing” Rosemary feared, may have been the birth of the hippie movement. My friends Bill Arnold and I had declared ourselves Beats after London and Sterling, and, Kerouac and Gregory Corso. Rosemary and Christine fell in love with Bill when he was thirteen, the day I brought my beautiful friend over to meet my family. This was the day I lost my mother, and gained another rival sibling. This is why Rosemary went after Christine, she was terrified her daughter would get Bill, and not her. Rosemary was still conducting sibling rivalry with her beautiful sisters, and now her eldest daughter.
When he moved in with us, Bill took command of the Presco home where he was loved. Even Mark liked Bill. However, Vicki did not. She told me she resented him because he owned so much of the limelight. Being eight years of age, Vicki was out of the sex contest that Rosemary liked to be in charge of. However, there was her father, Vic, who I suspect resented Bill, even though he never met him. I titled Victor, my ‘Other Dark Brother’ because he was forever trying to find himself, at our expense. Being an only child who father deserted him at the age of three, he loathed the truth that Mark and I were brothers – and had a father! He was terrified we would excel in life, do better than him, and look down on him because of our advantage. This is why he pitted his son’s against one another and heavily favored the girls. He clung to Vicki like a parachute, he determined to not be eft all alone when he was forced to bail.
Then there was Victor’s insane rivalry with Rosemary over ownership of the Family narcissistic Material. Rosemary was the sibling Vic never wanted. She tried to best him and “wear the pants in the family”. Vic wouldn’t allow Rosemary to bond with us lest she use us to make my Dark Brother feel unwanted, un-needed, and, unloved. Rosemary agreed to not being close to us, because she was enthralled with her fight with her ‘Dark Brother’, this sibling rivalry much different then the one she was having with her beautiful Rosamond Sisters, and, even her mother.
During theses brutal and ever criminal rivalries, Vic declared I was not his son. Convinced Rosemary was cheating on him, and not able to prove it, he point to me because, as Christine pointed out in her autobiography I did not look like my sibling. I had a long face and long elegant fingers. I had a neck, and was refined and cultured. I also owned the ability to entertain myself which in this family is a curse. You see, this is an enmeshed family, a globular ball of tormented flesh with grabby hands and selfish lying mouths. No one can take anything for themselves without a tugging on someone elses prized possession. This is why I am amused by the rival biographies. Placing Christine in a closet, alone, while she creates, is the great lie the Art World ever knew, because Rosamond was never alone when she produced her Living Pay Checks. Rosamond employed every member of my family, but me! She tried, but I turned her job offer down. This is why Vicki gave this lying report to Tom Snyder.
“Before the service, Vicki had taken the trouble to go through Christine’s
bedroom, putting her jewelry and intimate belongings out of sight. As matters
turned out, it did little good, for the funeral was not long over before family
members and others were ravaging Christine’s house, taking whatever could be
carted away. The artist’s closet, a veritable mother lode – took the worst
beating. World-class spender that Christine had been, much of the clothing had
never been worn. So whatever still bore price tags was hauled off to be
exchanged for money. Jewelry disappeared, as well as other personal belongings.
Gallery employees and close friends of the family, along with Vicki, were doing
their best to staunch the flow – the estate had not yet been inventoried – but
to no avail.”
After the funeral, and while in Christine’s kitchen talking to Rosemary and Lillian, I saw this dude lurking in the dark living room. When he noticed I was looking at him, he slunk out of view. Then he reappear in the dark hallway. He was eavesdropping.
“Vicki, who is that guy?”
“You mean, him?” Vicki replied with her ‘Will make everything O.K. because I am the sane one tone of voice’.
“He’s Garth’s good friend. Garth wanted him here to keep people from stealing.”
I never met my ex-brother-in-law, my other ‘Dark Brother’. It can be said he helped Vicki “stanch the flow” too.
“Gallery employees and close friends of the family, along with Vicki, were doing
their best to staunch the flow.”
Here is the definition of “staunch”: Loyal and committed in attitude
I believe the term “world-class spender” came from Mark Presco and his brother-in-law Garth Benton who blame Christine for being in debt and the bankruptcy of her commercial enterprise.
Above is a photograph of Vicki working for Vic who made home loans out of his home. Several months after his daughter was “killed” Victor was convicted of Loan Sharking. Not owning a staunch son to carry on the family business when he dies, Vic was grooming his youngest daughter, teaching her how to be a Loan Shark too. Vicki is looking at a sheet listing a home in DEFAULT. Vicki has just gotten out of the Navy and moved in with my ‘Dark Brother’. Vicki joined the Navy to get away from her insane husband, Ken Prather, who has made threats to kill Vic’s protégé. Ken was collecting disability for being mentally ill when he invested in the silver commodities market and made a killing. He and Vicki bought two homes in Redmond and still collected disability, which is fraud. Fearing for her life, my ‘Dark Sister’ ascounded with $60,000 dollars which she invested in the Dark Family Partnership with her father and Christine. Four works of art were produced. After Christine was “killed” Vic called up Robin Beare to ask about his share of the Dark Prints, because Vicki was not communicating with her Dark Brother. Beare expressed shock that Vic existed, and the prints.
“I don’t understand why they are not in the estate inventory. I told Garth and Vicki to inventory everything.”
Beare was Garth’s divorce attorney who free him from his Dark Sister, but, the rivalry was not over. When I accused Vicki of investing in Christine’s art with the inheritance Vic got from his mother, she insisted it came from Ken. Rosemary told me Melba had put is all in her Will. When I went to County Records to look at this Will, I read this word;
“DISINHERITED”
How this came to be is the crux of this book ‘Capturing Beauty’.
Once upon a time I had two beautiful sisters. Then, they were CRIMALIZED!
Jon Presco
Copyright 2015
Rosamond Press 
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