Monday, January 30, 2012

Chapter 99: Free at last! by Glory Lennon

Richard had no idea so many people would be at the dedication. Practically the whole town showed up! There were people who knew him, at least by sight or by name, others were bowing acquaintances and most were good friends of his, but surely they had better things to do on such a nice spring day than stand around to listen to Jason Garretty, their local representative in government and all-around loud-mouthed show-off, speak Richard’s praises.

It was both embarrassing and humbling. Not that Richard thought much of the entire thing. It was rather a silly thing for the town to spend money on, in his opinion. Of course, as he found out from Freddy, most of the money came from Victor. He supposed that rich dude could afford it, so he didn’t feel so bad about it.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Ch 98: Not alone anymore by Glory Lennon

Violet dreaded this day. It was Wednesday and the angel kids were to spend the afternoon with her.

It was not that she didn’t want to see the angel kids—of course, she did. She adored them!—but she knew they would be constantly asking about Victor and why he wasn’t there. She didn’t like seeing all those sad faces. They only served to drag her down with them and the kids weren’t exactly cooperative nor eager to play in the garden on these Victor-less days. That made her work actually work, instead of fun, fun which she didn’t even pretend was work anymore.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Ch 97: Man and ghost

True to his word, Victor picked up the phone intending to call Violet. Three days had already passed without his being able to do this, and he would not allow another night to turn into day without hearing her voice.

“You kidding? It’s much too late,” Richard said. “She’s  already tucked in bed and sleeping like a baby. You’d be an ass to wake her now.”

Victor gripped the phone tighter, angry with himself for allowing his blasted career to interfere yet again with his home life. You’d think he’d learn by now! Wasn’t that how he messed things up with Catherine and the boys? Idiot! He should have called the first night. Not that he had the chance to even breathe since leaving Catalpa Valley, what with the morons he had to work with and the huge mess they made out of this case, but he certainly could have made more of an effort.  Just five minutes to say hello and hear her lyrical voice would have been enough…well, not enough, but better than nothing!

Monday, January 9, 2012

Ch 96: Ghostly chatter

“What just happened?” Richard said, following Violet into the house.

“I couldn’t tell you,” Heidi said, looking just as stunned as her ghostly companion.

“Your son just proposed to my wife!” he shouted.

“No, not quite,” she slowly replied, a quizzical look on her face. 

“Not quite?” he bellowed. “Open your eyes, Lady. That’s just what happened. I’m not dead a year and Violet’s off marrying the first guy that shows up! What the hell! She said she would never forget me. This is how she does that?”

“Oh, hush!” Heidi snapped. “If you would shut up long enough to see things how they truly are, you would understand it’s nothing of the sort. Look at her face. Is that the face of a woman who just agreed to be married? Does she even look like she knows what just happened or what she wants? No! She’s obviously conflicted and why do you suppose that is, Richard? Come on, now. Surely, you can come up with this one on your own.”

Monday, January 2, 2012

Ch 95: Making God laugh

They say man makes plans and God laughs at them. Such usually is the case, but Victor thought and hoped God would only laugh after he made those plans come true. These particular plans and wishes, after all, were no longer just his own. They involved several children. Surely, Victor prayed, God would listen to the wishes of children.

As Violet thought, Victor was easily persuaded to spend the evening with her, but he insisted she not do the cooking. He suggested the Mount Clair for he wished to have her sole attention for what could be the last evening they would have together in a very long time. Even though he loved her cooking, he wanted to spend every last second with her only thinking of him.  He, on the other hand, had Peter’s sweet face and his innocent request on his mind.

“Violet,” he said, after they ordered dessert and they were alone again. He took her hand in his and stared into her glowing eyes. “I have something to tell you.”