Monday, April 28, 2014

Ch204 No you’re not

Violet was having the strangest dream. She was being held prisoner by an angelic faced young woman who wore flat ankle strap sandals, silver bangle-bracelets all up and down her tanned muscular arms and a long gauzy tie-dyed dress which only slightly camouflaged the paint splatters all over it. The woman looked like the typical hippy free spirit of the 60s. Her long blonde hair was adorned with tiny braids interwoven with feathers and flowers along the side of her head and a beaded headband across her forehead.

Only thing missing was a guitar and a collection plate! Oh, yes, and weed.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Ch203 Not feeling quite like herself

Violet didn’t know what had gotten into her. She never acted so…well…she didn’t even know what to call it….looney, bossy, pushy, interfering, all things she usually wasn’t! She certainly was not feeling quite like herself and she couldn’t fathom why.

 What was that business about back in the dining room, and what in the world made her think she could do anything to help? She barely knew either of those two and she was supposed to fix this five or six year old riff between an angry teenager with a huge chip on his shoulder and his arrogant, detached, billionaire father?

What on earth was she thinking?

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Ch202 Had just about enough of that

Violet had it foremost in her mind what Laurence let slip about the spy amongst them, the unknown bodyguard who was being paid handsomely to protect Rance, and along with him, his friends. She figured it must be one of the guys in the band. Who else could have such access?

She enjoyed her food while listening to the easy banter amongst the kids. Surely they would offer a clue to who this bodyguard/spy person was. She, however, got swept away with the amusing talk around her and finding clues kind of slipped to the back burner.
She marveled that the kids seemed to get along so well even though they were drastically different both in temperament and intellect, but even more so in background. Apparently, none were more separated by the circumstance of birth than Rance and Elian.

Elian, it turned out, had come to the United States from Venezuela with his parents and four brothers when he was just a baby, and they lived very happily in what he called a slum.