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Tangerine Snicket lived a perfectly average life, for the most part. She had an apartment with her lovely wife and an equally lovely cat. She liked to drink iced vanilla lattes, and her favorite movie was The Sound of Music. She went to open mic nights at her local public library on Thursday nights. She worked in a very respectable office in a very impressive architecture firm in a very nice city, and she had a picture of her wife and cat framed on her desk in her cubicle. She always put her change in the tip jar.
One could say that she lived a rural life of moral simplicity, which, although somewhat monotonous, she preferred over a daring life of impulsive passion, which would more likely lead to tragedy.
Tangerine Snicket lived a perfectly average life. Jacques, Kit, and Lemony Snicket, however, did not. They didn't live anything that could even be considered resembling a normal life. Tangerine loved them all the same.
However, having siblings in a somewhat secret organization made getting the family together quite difficult. It took nineteen months to send the message to each sibling and receive RSVPs to her wedding, and they were only engaged for ten months before getting married! She considered herself very lucky that her wife enjoyed decoding secret messages. All three of her siblings attended, to their delight. She even spotted Lemony at the bar drinking a root beer float, wearing white gloves with his suit and looking quite dapper. He looked quite dejected. She wondered whether it had something to do with his love life; she knew he tended to be either completely infatuated or devastatingly heartbroken, but she could never quite remember over who. As far as she could remember, she thought he had dated a girl named Carrie, a baticeer whose name she couldn't remember, and everyone knew he had been going on and on about a woman named Beatrice since they were young.
Every third year, Tangerine and her wife made a valiant attempt to invite the Snicket siblings to celebrate Passover. One year, Kit showed up for fifteen minutes, and another, Jacques even stayed to eat. They considered this a major accomplishment.
Tangerine didn't contact her siblings often. This may have been due to the fact that they never maintained a reliable mailing address. Occasionally, her siblings did contact her. She would sometimes wake up with a note on her fridge in Jacques' handwriting saying that she needed more milk, or a note in her car with coordinates and a time which led her to a coffee shop for brunch. The postcards made with cut out magazine letters and with at least three stamps that ended up on her work desk did tend to get concerned looks from her coworkers.
And when one of her siblings requested the blueprints for a building?
Well, even though it's definitely illegal, she would find a way to get it done. They were family, after all. Even though they were an eccentric one.