Monday, February 20, 2017

Chapter 322 One good reason




          This is it, I think, Sophie said, opening the door to the dark study and running her hand on the wall for the light switch. Oohnice.
          For some reason, I thought it would smell like cigar smoke in here when they called it a study, Rance said looking around at the large comfortable office lined with floor to ceiling shelves stuffed with books, mostly having to do with law.
          Mr. Romanoff doesnt smoke that I know of, Sophie said going to the leather sofa in the center of the room facing the fireplace, sitting down, kicking off her heels and curling her long legs under her. Maybe its a memory of your grandfathers study. You told me once that he smoked cigars.
          Could be. That a new dress? Looks really good on you, he said, nervously standing by the fireplace.
          I found it in my moms closet with the tags still on so I guess its new, she said with a giggle. Now come here and sit down!
          He smiled, sat down beside her and stared at her.
          Sophie shook her head. I still cant get over your new look.
          You dont hate it? he asked, tugging on his tie.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Chapter 321 What a surprise


Musical Cherubs


Violet was having so much fun singing with the kids, and she would have stayed longer had Sallyall breathless and excited-- not come to get her.
Violet, Violet! Sally shouted. You gotta come and see!
What is it, Sally? Has Santa Claus come early? Violet asked, while being dragged into the living room. There she saw nearly everyone staring in complete silence at the archway leading into the foyer. Naturally, her eyes followed their path and she gasped.
Told ya we shoulda called first, Dad, Rance said, looking around sheepishly.
Perhaps you were right, Rance Laurence Van Gholston replied, also a bit unnerved by all the stares. Although he was much more used to it than his son, it was still unpleasant to be gawked at as if you were a sideshow freak.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Chapter 320 I Give up


          I give up, Violet said to herself.
Yes, it was high time she give up trying to catch Victor alone at this over-crowded Christmas party. Perhaps after the place started thinning out shed get a chance, or so was her thought. Either way, she was leaving it be for now. But dont you know, that just when you give up on something and leave it in Gods hands, thats when things generally start to happen.
She didnt actually figure into this strategy, at least not consciously. It just sort of happens when you least expect it. 
There she was chatting with Flora Trent who had finished some eggnog and was about to set the empty glass down on a side table when Violet took it from her and meant to take it to the kitchen. Of course, it didnt make sense to go all the way to the kitchen with only one glass in hand, so she grabbed a tray and filled it with a few dirty dishes, a couple more glasses, several cellophane topped cocktail toothpicks and various plastic forks and spoons. Just when there was room on the tray for nothing else and she turned toward the kitchen, Victor stepped in front of her taking the tray out of her hands.
Violet, please dont do that, he said somewhat sternly.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Chapter 319 Isn’t it always the case



           Isnt it always the case? It never fails. As soon as you have your heart set on what you want to do-- nay, what you have to do!--something always gets in the way of you doing it. For Violet it was several somethings that prevented her from finallyat long last!telling Victor exactly how she felt about him, how inexcusably stupid she had been all this time, how very much she regretted hurting him and how desperately she wanted him to take her back, and marry her so she can be part of his family and they could live happily ever after. Yes, just like in your average, ordinary fairytale!

How this declaration would be received by Victor was another matter entirely and not one she cared to ponder at the moment. Not that she would get the chance

Monday, January 23, 2017

Chapter 318 Let’s go to a Party



In case you couldnt tell, Violet was suddenly in a foul mood. Why that was even she couldnt tell you at the moment. That would come in time.
For now, she left her bewildered looking son and BFF at the front door and marched into the packed living room where not one person appeared to notice her entrance. Being completely ignored didnt bother her, however. In her present mood she might snap someones head off which would NOT have been a pretty scene, so she proceeded to the overloaded buffet table set up in the dining room where she grabbed a dinner plate. Not that she was hungry, but what else was there to do at a party when you were irritable and didnt want to talk to anyone?
Violet looked over the food spread before her and nothing particularly appealed to her. She had had plenty of great tasting food at the Weston Christmas party, after all, and only the most tempting morsel would do right now.something to ease her sudden moodiness or at least make her forget about it.

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Chapter 317 Hanukkah, Christmas and New Year, too



          Soumweve got a bit of a hitch, Freddy said, going for casual and missing the mark by a mile.
          Hitch in what? Victor said, popping a grape tomato into his mouth, washing it down with some scotch.
          Freddy grimaced rubbing the back of his necka tell tale sign he was going to impart some bad news. Remember when I said my mom wanted to surprise everyone by showing up here at your Christmas party?
          Of course, Victor said, swirling the ice in his drink before taking a sip. The partys for her. Where is she anyway? Thought you were bringing her.
          Yeah, wellsurprise! Shes not coming, Freddy said.
          Victor almost choked on his scotch. What?

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Chapter 316 What should I do?




“Omigod, omigod, omigod.... what should I do? What can I do?” Violet mumbled to herself, her heart beating frantically in her chest. “How can I stop this...this...”

“Just don't panic,” Richard said.

“Don't panic?” she said through gritted teeth. “This woman whom I barely know is about to kill herself and all you can say is don't panic?”

“She doesn't really want to do it. She just thinks it's her only option. You have to convince her it's not, that's all,” he said.

“Oh, is that all?” Violet said, dripping sarcasm. “Then after I'm done with that easy task, I can wave my elderwood wand and POOF, world peace magically transforms the planet.”

“World peace will have to wait,” Richard said, placing a calming, ghostly hand on her shoulder. “This is more important at the moment, Violet. Just look at her. Does that look like a woman who wants to die?”

Violet didn't have the slightest idea what a suicidal person looked like. She only knew that people intent on living don't usually heap morphine pills--enough to knock an elephant on its ass!-- next to their evening tea. Violet bit down on her bottom lip and watched Mrs. Beckel casually flipping through an old photo album still humming a song...a familiar song that she couldn't quite place.

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Chapter 315 The Cottage


Meanwhile back to Violet:

“Now, where were we? Ah yes, how we came to know dear Richie,” Mrs. Beckel said. “He was practically our son...really he was, even if he did have his own parents. Of course, they did pass, God rest their souls, all too young and rather tragically, too...poor dears. We, in a way, took their place. He used to come by nearly every day just to say hello and ask if we needed anything done around the house. He liked to help my Henry with the yard work. He learned quite a bit from Henry. Oh, that started about... Richie was, oh, I'd say six or seven years old.”

“Really? He never told me,” Violet said, glancing for the third time at her watch. It was getting late, but she didn't see any polite way of getting out of this quaint little cottage. Mrs. Beckel—bless her heart-- was quite the talker and it didn't help that she was deaf as a doorknob. She seemed to be trying to get her life story out before it ran out-- a sure sign of the isolation often seen with senior citizens.

“Can't be too isolated. She still has her husband,” Violet muttered under her breath. By this time she knew the old woman wouldn't hear her unless she actually shouted, so she was in no fear of being heard. Violet suddenly frowned and looked around her as Mrs. Beckel continued with her monologue. Where was Mr. Beckel anyway? Didn't he know they had company?

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Chapter 314 Where is she?


“Where is she?”

Jocelyn, who glared out the window of Victor's house where the Christmas party was in full gear, was in near panic-mode. She impatiently watched for her dearest friend to finally get there. She hadn't seen Violet since she got married and that was well over a month ago...longest time they had ever spent apart except when she went back to Mississippi to be with her dying mother.

“Who ya talkin' 'bout, Mama?” Aaron asked, peering out the window too, his twin brother doing the same.

Jocelyn turned to smile at her newly acquired sons who stood side by side as always. She still got such a kick from being called Mama.

“Violet, of course. She should be here by now,” she said, concern giving her voice an edge.

Friday, November 11, 2016

Chapter 313 Never mentioned it before




Violet drove home on automatic, her thoughts everywhere but on the road in front of her. A small stack of gifts, all from her many thoughtful friends and co-workers, sat in the seat beside her making her smile slightly. She had just come from the employee and volunteer Christmas party at Weston Botanical Gardens. It had been lovely to see everyone and their families having a great time and enjoying the fruits of their labors. All the elaborate decorating, massive planning and hard work implementing it all was not just for the thousands of holiday visitors to the decked-out conservatory plus the festive outdoor light displays.

Violet had dutifully handed out carefully crocheted and knitted scarves, shawls, mittens and hats, plus dozens of colorful tins filled with tasty home baked treats and everyone seemed happy. The mood at the party was jolly, the music joyful, the food and drink good and plentiful, the entertainment spirited and the hearts warm and gracious. In a word everything was Christmassy.

So why was Violet feeling so melancholy?