It started With a Big Bang – part 1
Sunday 27th September
10 am local time
Baromba
International Airport, Mogola
The name had
been devised in the colonial days to welcome visitors, but the airport three
miles outside the city limits of the Mogolan capital
was more like a small city airport in the US.
There was a terminal building, and a runway, but much of the air traffic
that went through the area was freight rather than commercial.
Even with
that, however, the airport was busy – just not with commercial flights. One or two people were flying to neighboring states and countries, but the security staff
outnumbered them, so that the terminal looked more like a paramilitary staging
area.
What scared
most of the residents of Baromba away, however, was
the presence of so many Orientals. They
seemed to be everywhere – walking through the terminal, checking flights, and
standing guard alongside their African colleagues.
The airfield
itself was large – it had been designed with heavy military aircraft in mind,
and there were two blocks of buildings. On one side was the main terminal, with one
or two gates and a few planes coming in and out. On the other side of the field were several
aircraft hangers – and at this point in time, six large aircraft with red stars
painted on the tail.
This section
of the airfield was fenced off, and if anything even more strongly guarded with
armed Chinese army personnel. There was
a large chain mail fence running around the edge of the airport, and gates from
the public area to the secure section.
“Nice,” Charlotte
said as she looked through the field binoculars from a hill overlooking the
airport, “I can see why they did not want anyone round here?”
“Indeed,” Margaretha said as she lay next to her, “which is what
makes your friend’s plan the most feasible way forward. But how did they manage to get a team here so
quickly?”
“Where the
need is, we will meet it,” Charlotte said quietly as she took out a radio. “Silent Death, this is Little Mother. Are we ready to move?”
A mile from
the main compound was situated a set of Nissan huts, with three lorries parked outside.
The brown haired white skinned woman looked out from the drivers’ seat
of one of them as two men climbed in the back.
“Little
Mother, we are ready to move out on the mark.
The usual workers have been – replaced.”
“Excellent
– mark.”
“Hǎo ba - ràng
wǒmen bānchū,”
she said over her shoulder as the first truck moved off, and she fastened the
black scarf over her face. As they drove
off, she thought about a meeting in the early hours of the morning…
Helen watched
carefully as the car came to a halt, and then gave the signal that had been
pre-determined. She moved slowly out, as
the blonde photographer got out of the car.
“You are
Blondie?”
“I am – it is
an honour to meet you,” she said with a low bow. “I have the supplies you require.”
Helen nodded,
signaling as two men came out and began to unload the
boxes.
“There was no
problem in retrieving them?”
“None - the
explosives came in via the South African diplomatic pouch.” Margaretha
explained, “I picked them up from a dead drop.”
“So no one
knows you work for the Sisters still?”
“No they
don’t.” the tall Swedish photographer smiled.
“Well I’m
sure that’s the way you prefer it.” Helen started glancing round. “You probably
ought to head back to your hotel you know?”
“And miss the
fun?”
“It might be
better.” Helen looked serious, “if things go wrong this could get very messy.”
“Okay maybe
on reflection I might be better off watching the fireworks from a distance
then.”
“It would be
best,” Helen said as she bowed. “For the Heart and the Strength.”
“For the
Heart and the Strength,” Margaretha said as she bowed
and returned to the car, heading off as Helen turned and walked in.
“We have all
we need?”
“We do,” the
older Chinese man, said, “we are preparing the packages as we speak. What of our mode of entry?”
“We move out
at 0700,” Helen said as she consulted her watch, “be prepared.”
The compound
guard had seen the trucks approaching, on time as always, and raised the gate that
guarded the road into the small group of huts.
To him, everything looked normal – he had no idea the drivers had been
ambushed on their way, the dead bodies hidden in the dense grass on the side of
the road.
As the first
truck approached, he waved it and the other two through, watching, not feeling
the blade that ended his life as Helen let him drop to the floor. The Intel on the compound had been accurate –
minimum security, certainly not enough to match the skilled crew she had
brought.
And now they
were on their way to the airport, only one objective on their minds…
“You see what
I see,” Blondie said as she passed the glasses to Charlotte.
“Sure looks
like it,” she said as she saw the three trucks approach along the road to the
airstrip. Taking her cell phone, she dialed a special number.
“Huntingdown’s.”
“Marina, it’s Charlotte – put me through please.”
A few moments
later, she heard Catherine Lu saying “Charlotte – you have news for me?”
“Helen’s team
is going in Catherine.” Charlotte said over the secure link. “Are you ready to
feed what we are doing to the prosecutor and police in Beijing?”
“I am
Charlotte. I’m hoping this will speed things up in the investigation.”
“Fingers
crossed.”
“We are
dealing though with powerful people so the evidence will need to be
overwhelming.”
“I know, but
I am hoping they move soon, we lost another girl in a skirmish today near the
mine.” Charlotte swallowed, “I take each death very personally, and so do their
sisters.”
“I know, well
as you said fingers crossed this is a tipping point.”
“We can but
hope so Catherine.”
“Here we go,”
Margaretha said as she watched the trucks stop at the
entrance gate.
“Where’s the
usual driver,” the armed soldier said to the first driver.
“Stomach bug
– this damned foreign food,” the driver replied in Cantonese.
The guard
laughed and waved them through, the trucks approaching the planes as he went
back to his hut. With his back turned,
he didn’t notice the black clad figure slip from the last truck and approach
the first plane.
The guard was
having a cigarette – strictly against the rules, but he didn’t care. So when the hand went over his mouth, it was
already too late.
The man’s
body went limp as Helen drew her knife from left to right across his throat.
Gently,
silently, she eased it to the ground. For a minute she stood watching and
listening in case she had been overheard.
Stealthily
she moved closer to her target, her footfalls as light as a feather.
Quickly she
ducked into the shadows as she heard an airport vehicle moving. From her hiding place, she watched as the
workers came out of the back of the trucks, carrying their bags as they made
their way towards the six planes under armed guard.
“Move it,”
the armed guards shouted as they approached the stacks of supplies and
equipment, “these have to be loaded in the next two hours.”
Helen kept
her own counsel as she slowly eased her way around and towards a small building
behind the hangers. Two armed soldiers
were standing guard outside, their eyes fixed straight ahead as they guarded
the door. The first one of them knew of
her presence was when the thin wire was wrapped around his throat, his eyes
bulging as the other guard slowly sank to his knees, the small knife protruding
from the throat.
Moving the
two bodies out of the way, Helen removed her bow from her back and drew an
arrow from the quiver at her side, smiling grimly as she moved swiftly round
and entered the small building.
“Move it,
move it!”
The guards
were encouraging the work gangs to load the six planes as quickly as possible,
focusing purely on the securing and loading of the supplies, not noticing
inside the planes as several small packages were left in situ.
On the far
side of the compound, several tankers of fuel were standing, waiting to fill
the planes. These too were under guard –
although one by one the armed guards were seen to be walking to a small shelter
to the side of the field, returning a few minutes later. All seemed calm, all seemed right – and as
other guards walked past, the men waved and smiled at them.
“Big Brain,
this is Little Mother. Come in please?”
“I am going
to kill you for that,” Heather said as she sat with Shirley in the New York
offices of Xavier International, watching the satellite feed on her
laptop. “We have visual – all looks
normal.”
“As it should
be – fifteen minutes to launch party.”
Shirley
sipped her coffee before she said “Goddess grant you all victory.”
“Acknowledged.”
“… And I am
telling you, the strip is ready. We need
those planes in the air today!”
The two
officers were talking as they moved towards the hut, their conversation in
muted tones.
“I
understand, sir,” the younger officer said, “and I accept what we are doing is
as per our orders. What I question is
the reason for those orders.”
“We do not
question orders from the Supreme Council, lieutenant – we obey. And where the hell have
those guards got to?”
“I can…”
“No time – we
need to check in with the colonel,” the older officer said as he and his
companion walked into the building. As
the lieutenant closed the door, he suddenly stiffened,
his body taut as he tried to process what had just happened.
“Lieutenant?”
The other
officer turned to see him fall to the floor, his lifeless eyes staring out as
the black clad woman aimed a second arrow at him.
“Silent Death
– then the rumours are true? Your master has turned his eye on us?”
“He
– and others. On whose orders have you established this
stronghold?”
“Why should I
answer you?”
“Because if
you do, I will allow you to live long enough to see what is about to
happen. If not, you will not. On whose orders have you established this
stronghold?”
“On… On the orders of Colonel Dong Yun, Supreme Commander, Southern
Autonomous Military District.”
“This is very
south, even for him. What is his
interest here?”
“I do not
know – I merely follow orders.”
“And
the planes? When they are loaded and fuelled, where are
they to go?”
“To… To a military camp the Mogolan
government has allowed us to set up.”
“It is not a
good idea to lie – where are they going,” Helen said as she pulled the
bowstring further back.
“A mining
complex under Colonel Dong – I swear, that is all I know.”
“Did you
receive that information Mistress?”
“I did
indeed,” a female voice said from nowhere, “and the honorable
magistrate has heard it as well. The other evidence?”
“Forgive me
for one moment Mistress,” Helen said as she released the arrow, the tip
travelling through the officer’s heart and killing him instantly. “I have the information from their computers,
and it has already been sent to our secure store. You will have it within the hour.”
“You have
done well – complete your mission.”
Helen nodded
as she looked out of the window, watching as the Chinese crews retreated with
the guards from the planes.
“And
in five… four… three… two… one.”
Charlotte and
Margaretha watched as the first of the planes
exploded into a fireball, the guards turning and staring as the other planes
followed suit. At the same time, half of
the support crews ran for the fence around the outer perimeter of the airstrip,
while the other half turned on the guards, attacking them with knifes and
machetes before they grabbed their weapons and opened fire on any who came to try
and stop them.
In a watch
tower, three soldiers realized what was happening, but before they could open
fire their throats were cut, and they fell from the tower, the men using their
guns to strafe the approach road from the other side of the airfield as
vehicles tried to approach.
Helen ran
out, firing arrows at other soldiers as one by one the other planes exploded,
screams now coming from inside the huts around the area as the armed invaders
opened fire inside them. The other
members had now started to cut an exit in the high fence, as Helen shouted
“NOW!”
“Goddess,
this is truly magnificent,” Margaretha said as the
fuel tankers exploded, the fire spreading around the compound now as armed men
stopped rescue and other vehicles from approaching, while Helen led the rest of
her team to the fence, making sure they all escaped while signaling
to the others to retreat and escape.
One or two
fell to the gunfire from Chinese and Mogolan forces,
Helen noting them as the last of her team escaped into the nearby brush.
“Well, that
is one way to start a Sunday morning,” Shirley said as she and Heather watched
the satellite pictures of the fireball. “The files?”
“Safely
transferred and encrypted copies stored safely.
It’s over to Catherine and her contacts for the next stage. The word on Helen?”
“We’ll know
in a few minutes.”
“Fancy some
lunch,” Charlotte said as she and Margaretha walked to
their jeep, “I know a great place a few miles outside the city.”
“Perhaps the
hotel would be better – I’ve got a reservation for one thirty. Give us both a chance to shower and freshen
up?”
“Sounds good
to me,” Charlotte said as they climbed in and set off across country.
11 am Local Time
SAIS Headquarters, Pretoria
“SIR!”
John Vosloo looked up as his assistant came in.
“Sir, General
Botha is on his way – we’re getting reports of a massive explosion at the
airport in Baromba.”
“What sort of
explosion?”
“I’ll get a
briefing together, but from what I heard in the room, half the airport is up in
flames – the half apparently under extra security control. The satellite pictures show people running
from the security fence into the bush, but whatever was there has been
destroyed.”
“Sir,” John
said as he stood to attention, “I take it you have heard the news.”
“Indeed,” Hendrik Botha said as he looked at the lieutenant. “Go and collect the briefing materials.”
“Sir,” Abel
said as he saluted and left the room.
“Your
contacts?”
“Yes,” John
said with a grin, “the endgame is coming, Hennie –
would it be wrong of me to admit I wish I was there?”
“Not at all –
I just hope the news of what has happened does not make those at the mine panic
before Liz and the others have moved into position. Any word on that?”
“I understand
they’re getting into position over the next few days – right now, we need to
ensure the appropriate diplomatic messages are sent.”
“Quite –
leave that with me,” Hendrik said as he turned. “If you speak to them, pass on my
congratulations.”
“Sir,” John
said as General Botha closed the door, before he sat down. “Thank them?
I’m going to buy them dinner after this…”
2.30 pm local time
“Nice little
place, I must visit more often,” Charlotte said as she sat at the table with Margaretha, sipping on a beer. She noticed something on the television, and
beckoning a waiter over she asked, “Where is the fire?”
“An airport
some miles away – apparently terrorists have blown up a number of buildings and
other facilities.”
“How awful –
thank you,” Charlotte said as Margaretha sipped her
drink.
“I think I
will be heading down to Pretoria tomorrow,” she said with a smile, “will you
join me?”
“Sadly, I
have to be elsewhere.”
“I understand
- can I take a message to anyone?”
“Yes – tell
Teacher I’ll see her in a few days, and tell them all good luck.”
7 pm local time
Hong Kong
“Any word
yet,” Kylie said as she returned from the Royal Yacht Club with Marina.
“I am
expecting a call…” Catherine stood up
and raised a hand for silence as she picked up her cell phone.
“Mistress?”
“Helen – it
is good to hear your voice. I am
informed you were most successful?”
“Indeed
– at a cost. Six of the Honoured Father’s servants did not
make it out alive, but they gave their lives ensuring our safe departure. We will be flying back in an hour, and arrive
at the agreed time.”
“And you?”
“I am
unharmed. I trust the information
arrived safely?”
“As always,
you have performed your duties admirably.
Return now – you have earned your rest.
The Honoured Father and I thank you.”
“Thank you,
Mistress. May I request that you pass a
message to my students?”
“Of course,”
Catherine said as she looked at Marina and Kylie.
“Please,
inform them I will be looking forward to our training session tomorrow
evening.”
“With
pleasure,” Catherine said as she ended the call. “Helen is fine and on her way back – she
looks forward to seeing your progress tomorrow.”
“Good,” Kylie
said with a grin. “Now, I must finish
the assignment for tomorrow and print it off.”
She headed to her room as Marina and Catherine sat down.
“She is
excelling so far in all areas,” Catherine said, “Susan will be very
pleased. With both of
you.”
10.30 am
Hirshon
Hall, Hobart William Smith
“Hey,” Hope
Jackson said as Jo came into their dorm room, “Good run?”
“It’s getting
better,” Jo said as she opened their icebox and took out a bottle of water,
“what are you working on?”
“I’ve got a paper
on survey theory to finish up. I think
your sister rang while you were out – your phone went off and her name came
up.”
“Probably
wanting to check the arrangements for next Saturday,” Jo said as she looked at
her cell phone and pressed on the screen.
“Hey Sis – sorry, I was out for a run.”
“Nothing
changes that much does it,” Heather said as she sat in the kitchen in New
York. “Listen – we’re still all coming next Saturday, so I hope you have something lined up
for the kids.”
“Don’t worry
– some of the departments here are setting up junior events. What have you been up to today?”
“Watching an
amazing early morning fireworks display – you may see something about it on the
news if you put CNN on.”
“Well, let me
hit the shower and then I’ll have a look,” Jo said as she looked out of the
window. “I’ll call you back later to
sort the details out, all right? Give me
love to Sandy and everyone.”
Ending the
call, she grabbed a towel before saying “Hey – I’ve got nothing else on until
tonight. Fancy going and grabbing
something to eat once I’ve changed?”
“Sounds good
to me,” Hope said, “we haven’t really spent that much time as roomies, have
we?”
“Blame our
schedules – give me half an hour, and I’ll be ready.”
7 pm Local Time
The Firecamp
“Welcome back
Little Mother,” Liz said as Charlotte got out of the jeep. “We hear it was a complete success.”
“It would
appear to be. Okay - we need an
intelligence assessment asap
Liz.” Charlotte ordered. “Liaise with Catherine please, Uncle John, and with
our electronics brains The Hidden Hand. I want to know the reactions to what happened
today from literally everywhere.”
“I’m on it
Little Mother, and I was never so glad to have Petra here as now. We’re monitoring the airwaves and military
bands, and Uncle is looking forward to speaking with you. The Hidden Hand is also assisting.”
”Have Little
Teacher tell you what she can regarding morale among the workers, and the
ordinary soldiers at the camp.”
“She’s
already on her way with the others.”
“Any
more casualties?”
“Three dead,
ten wounded I’m afraid to say, Doctor Lucia and her team are still working on
them.”
“Damn!”
Charlotte thought, “We can’t afford though to pull back our patrols.”
“That was
what Leader says.”
“Good. Where is she?”
“In
conference with Razzie.
She has thoughts on the final push and wished to check on whether we
could mount guns on the helicopters.”
“What? We’d need to knock out their anti-aircraft
guns first.”
“Shelby has
an idea on that – but let’s get you something to eat
first.”
3 pm
Hirshon
Hall, Hobart William Smith
“That’s
better,” Hope said as she and Jo entered their room again. “I didn’t realize quite how hungry I
was. I need to head to the library
anyway – see you later?”
“Sure,” Jo
said as Hope grabbed her bag and headed out, waiting until the door closed
before she opened her own laptop and went online.
“Well, well –
what does Yale want with me today,” Jo said as she answered the video call –
only to see Judith on the screen.
“Ant Jo,” she
said with a big grin as she waved at the screen.
“Hey there
little one,” Jo said with a smile, “is mommy there?”
“Momma,”
Judith said as Carina appeared on the screen.
“Hey Jo – sorry, I needed to get something. Do you want you go and play
with Poopie Judith?”
“Please,”
Judith said as Jo watched her disappear from the screen.
“Poopie?”
“That’s what
she calls her bunny rabbit. So recovered
from Friday?”
“Just about –
I had an early night last night.”
“Oh yes –
with Curt?”
“A lady does
not tell,” Jo said with a smile. “So
what are you up to?”
“Finished
my paper for German Studies, so chilling for a while in the peace and quiet.”
“No Jude
then?”
“For some
strange reason, she’s spending all her spare time with a neglected boyfriend,” Cari said with a smile.
“Aw – so you
and Judith are all alone?”
“Didn’t say
that,” Carina grinned as Annie appeared in the background and waved.
“Should have
guessed – so having fun?”
“What do you
think? Listen, before I forget – invites
are coming out for the Halloween party at Jeannie’s place. You’ve heard the theme?”
“National
dress – Big sis and I are going to discuss our approach next week.”
“And you’ve
seen the reports from Mogola?”
“In passing –
was a certain acquaintance of ours in action?”
“Well – six planes
and a fuel dump destroyed. I think it’s
fairly certain she’s in there somewhere.”
“Hey Jo,”
Annie said as she sat down and handed Carina a coffee. “Having a good day so far?”
“Can’t
complain – although I won’t see Curt until later.
After that…”
10 pm local time
The Firecamp
“I’ll let you
know Uncle – sleep well, and thank you for the gifts.”
As she sat
back, Charlotte grinned and said “We do appear to have…”
“Little
Mother, this is Blondie. Do you hear
me?”
“Go ahead
Blondie,” Charlotte said as she sat by the set.
“National
Radio is reporting that the President has ordered the army to move against what
he is describing as terrorists and mercenaries Charlotte.”
“He is?”
Charlotte turned her radio on and listened to the announcement.
“Looks like
the trouble at the airport finally prodded him into action.’
“It was about
bloody time Margaretha!”
“Well I think
he was clean personally, but a lot of people were getting kickbacks from the
Chinese.”
“Well, if K’Gala could manage it when the opportunity arose – hang
on.”
Charlotte
looked at her phone and said “Now how the hell?”
“How
the hell what?”
“I just got a
text from Piet, somehow he got himself invited along with the Mogolan troops…I wasn’t even aware he was in the country!”
“Well, that
explains why you couldn’t find him to take back to the mine – is he going to be
safe?”
“As safe as
he would be with us,” Charlotte said as the Leader came in.
“News?”
“The Mogolan army has been mobilized – let the stick leaders know
to be on the lookout for them, provide support if required, avoid otherwise.”
“Understood –
we need a meeting at first light. Shelby
and I have some ideas to run past you…”
Monday 28th September
8.40 am
St Angela’s
“Monday
morning, bright and clear,
Lovely flowers
decorate the market square…”
“That sounds
like an old song, Mom,” Ama said as Catherine pulled up outside the school
gates.
“Ah yes – a
blast from my past,” Catherine said as Erica got out with Pepsi and Ama. “See you all later.”
“Thanks Miss
Jameson,” Erica said as she heard Poppy say “Hi.”
“Hey,” Pepsi
said as she saw the young freshman, wearing her large framed glasses. “Ready for another week?”
“I think so –
especially if it means I hang out with you guys instead.”
“What are
your other friends going to say?”
“Their
problem – not mine,” Poppy said as they headed through the gates, and into the
assembly room.
“Hey, it’s
the oldster,” Doc said as she high fived Pepsi, “hell of a party girl.”
“Oh yeah –
and what do we come back to? Chaucer!”
“Don’t remind
me,” Jeannie groaned as Miss Tennant came in.
“Good morning
ladies – I start with good news. The
Evening with Eve Stone has sold out, but we need volunteers for the night
itself. If you are able to help, please
see the Head Girls and let them have your names…”
10 am
St Angela’s
“Miss
Tennant? Juliette Huntingdown to see you?”
“Show her
in,” Wilhelmina said as she stood up, welcoming Juliette with a kiss on both
cheeks.
“I see we have
made a very nice sum from hosting Eve Wilhelmina?” Juliette said as she sat
down.
“Yes a nice
healthy boost to the fund.” Wilhelmina offered her guest a glass of sherry.
“But it wasn’t the Kirkham Fund that was the reason I invited you to come see
me today Juliette.”
“Oh?”
Juliette sounded quizzical.
“Well not
directly anyway…the class of 1990, in honor of all
you have done for the school, wish to make you an
honorary alumna. I’ve been asked to sound you out if you’d be willing to
accept?”
“Oh dear
Goddess…” for a moment Juliette stared into space. “I’d be delighted, but I’m
not sure I deserve…”
“Nonsense,”
Wilhelmina interrupted, “and as many of your friends were in that class, I
think it’s just perfect.”
“Well, tell
them I’d be more than happy to accept.”
“Good…now
when can we set up a ceremony?”
“We need a
ceremony?”
“Of
course, and at least according to Tonia, a graduation party to beat all
graduation parties…ever.”
10.30 am
Xavier International
“You did a
magnificent job, Helen. My congratulations to you and your team.”
“This one
thanks you for the compliment,” Helen said quietly, “but we mourn those who
gave so we escaped.”
“Indeed –
Catherine will explain how we will honour them.
For now, rest.”
Helen bowed
as Shirley ended the call, and then looked up as the door opened suddenly.
“Madame we
have heard from some friends in the Czech Republic that some mysterious
businessmen are trying to lease 6 STOL planes and have them delivered to
Southern Africa…like yesterday.” Susan rushed in glancing down at a printout.
“And have
they?” Shirley looked over the top of her glasses.
“Not yet,”
Susan said, “but these people are businessmen, if we want them not to lease
these planes we need to come up with a better offer.”
“Alright,”
Shirley took her glasses off and cleaned them, ‘we are going to need planes to
take in relief supplies, and extra people once the mine and the area are
liberated…Make them a better offer please Susan.”
“Yes Madame.”
“And tell our
people to stay on the alert for more attempts to acquire aircraft.”
“Will
do.”
As Susan
left, Shirley looked at her watch, and then opened a Skype window.
“Good morning
Madame,” Penny said as she appeared at the other end.
“At
home Penny?”
“Having the
drains cleaned – not a pleasant task, but a necessary one.”
“I understand
– Penny, we need to put the word out.
Any information on groups looking for short term lease on aircraft
capable of use in Mogola to be passed on, and
contingency for stopping them.”
“Understood
Madame.”
“Oh and Penny
– I wish to have some information conveyed to Catherine in Hong Kong.
“In
person.”
Penny grinned
as she said “I understand Madame – I will make the arrangements.”
1 pm
St Angela’s
“Have you
seen the dirty looks we’re getting from your posse, Poppy,” Erica said as she
looked over at the other table, where her former friends were talking quietly,
“Look, I may
have realized I was an idiot,” Poppy said with a smile, “but all I can do is
hope they realize it’s their problem, not mine.”
“I like this
new Poppy,” Jess said, “anyway, have you lot volunteered to help with this Eve
Stone event?”
“I have –
mom’s coming to cover it anyway, but I want to help out,” Poppy said as she
stood up. “Back in a
minute.”
She walked
across the refectory to the washroom, taking care of business before she went
to the washbasin.
“How’s Poppy
fitting in,” Doc said as she came over to join the Freshmen.
“Like a glove
– although her old friends don’t seem too happy,” Dawn said as she looked
across at the other table. “Huh – wonder
where they went?”
Looking
round, Doc frowned and said “where did Poppy go?”
“Little girls
room, why?”
“Nothing,”
Doc said as she stopped Letty.
“Problem?”
“Could be –
can you find Mrs. Brand?”
“Well, well –
if it isn’t our friend Poppy Ashley.”
Poppy groaned
as she saw her three former friends standing behind her at the sinks.
“Yeah –
figured this might happen,” she said quietly as she turned round.
“Ye gods –
she’s a glasses wearing geek now.”
“I’ve had bad
eyes for years, Alesha – and to be honest, contact
lenses were never me. It’s one of the
things I’ve woken up to over the last week or so.”
“So what’s
this, Poppy – planning to befriend them and then show them up at the Freshmen prom.”
“Nope
– planning to be myself, as they are. If you don’t like
that idea, then nothing I can say will change your mind.”
“That’s not
on the table,” Alesha said as Poppy tried to leave,
only to find herself pinned to the wall by the other two girls.
“You don’t
understand,” Alesha said, “we are going to be in
charge, and we thought you wanted to be in charge as well.”
“Maybe once –
but I realized what we heard on the first day was right. We’re all Angels – and we need to look after
each other.”
“And we
thought you were special…You’re just another geek like them.” One of the girls
holding Poppy against the wall in the ladies room spat in her face.
“Well,” Poppy
said quietly, “it didn’t take me long to realize that I’d rather be a geek then
a stuck up little bitch like you.”
“You moaned
about them ruining the school for people like us.”
“Oh wake up
Ashley - I realized that all we were doing was moaning and complaining while
they enjoyed themselves…and I can tell you that geeks or not I have far more
fun with them then I ever did with you.”
“How dare
you,” Ashley whispered as she drew her hand back…
“And what is
happening here?”
The girls
bullying Poppy turned round and saw Grace Brand standing behind them.
“Mrs. Brand –
how did you…”
“All three of
you – my office, now,” Grace said quietly, watching as they let Poppy go and
moved quietly out of the washroom. “Are
you all right,” she said as she looked at Poppy.
“Yeah – I
should have expected that,” she said as she wiped her glasses. “But how did you…”
“We look out
for each other,” Doc said as she and Letty came in.
“Letty, come to my office in fifteen minutes. I wish to talk to all three of them before I
decide punishment.”
“Yes, Mrs.
Brand,” Letty said as the Dean left. “Doc, you all right to stay
with Poppy?”
“No problem,”
Doc said, “Come on – you still have your lunch to finish.”
7 pm
The de Ros
mansion
“Well then,”
Diana said as she sat at the head of the table, looking at the small group of
men and women, “I believe we have everything in place for the luncheon. An announcement will appear in the relevant
papers tomorrow, and with luck and your help, we shall make this a success.
“Edith, will
you make sure these ladies and gentlemen have some refreshment before they
leave?”
“Of course –
when you are free, Madame, I have a message for you.”
“Of course,”
Diana said as she stood up, Natasha joining her as the others moved to the
front room.
“Thank you
for helping to organize this committee to help those poor bastards in Mogola.” Natasha smiled at her sister-in-law.
“Well,” Diana
said, “with what has been in the papers and on CNN how can one not feel for
them?”
“So
true.”
“It’s just
good of you to have persuaded the Under-Secretary from the UN to be one of our
featured speakers at our little charity luncheon along with Tom Morse.”
“Little!”
Tasha laughed, “at five thousand dollars a table?”
“Well we both
know plenty of people who can afford that, and it is for a very important
cause.”
“Why do I
think you get pleasure from taking from the rich dear sister?” Willy said as
she came in and kissed his sister on both cheeks.
“Who
me?” Diana replied
with a twinkle in her eye. “Edith, how
are our guests?”
“Miss Abigail
is keeping them entertained, Madame – I have that message I mentioned to you.”
She handed a
piece of paper to Diana, who raised an eyebrow as she read it. “Thank you Edith,” she eventually said, “I
will reply personally.”
“That sounded
mysterious,” Natasha said as Edith left the room.
“Not really –
an old friend from Paris is visiting New York with his family, and wishes for
me to meet them.”
“Oh,” Willy
said, “anyone I know?”
“An art
dealer called Antoine…”
Tuesday 29th September
4 pm
APCO, 5th Avenue
The
assistants turned to the door as the group of St Angela’s students came into
the store, looking round.
“Betsey,” one
of them called out, “someone to see you.”
“Who is it –
ah, hello Anna. How may we serve you
today?”
“Hi Betsey - we
were told to drop in and pick up the blouses and skirts we are to wear at the
Eve Stone thing.” Doc said as she led the girls further into the store.
“Of course,”
the manageress said as she signaled to two
assistants, “I hear you are working the front of house girls?”
“That’s the
idea…” Doc paused as she looked round.
“Oh, by the way, this is Poppy our latest recruit.”
“Poppy Ashley
- I know your mother of course.” Betsey smiled.
“So what is
Alice donating?” Pepsi asked.
“I think you
will like these,” Betsey said as the assistants returned with several clear
clothes bags.
“Ooh these
are NICE!” Nikki cooed as the assistants brought the garments through.
“The boss was
VERY specific in what to give you,” Betsey said as Erica opened a bag.
“Oh this
blouse is silk,” Erica caressed the article.
“As I said,
the boss was quite insistent.”
“Well I think
we’ll all look brilliant.” Poppy smiled at her friends.
“Yep, as
uniforms go these are pretty great.” Pepsi held a skirt and top up against
herself.
“Well, we’ll
hold them until the night before,” Betsey said.
“Great,” Doc
said with a smile. “Right
– onwards and upwards.”
“Are you sure
you’re all right to come back to my place with me,” Erica said to Poppy.
“Yeah – call
it part of my making up for being a bitch.
We taking the subway?”
“Only way to
get to the heights,” Erica said as the girls headed out of the door.
4 pm
The Richmond Mansion
“Hey Ju – fresh coffee in the pot,” Heather said as Juliette
came into the kitchen.
“Thanks – all
sorted for the weekend?”
“Just about –
we’ll head up Friday with the kids and stay locally. So what brings you here?”
“Heather,”
Juliette said as he took the mug, “what do you know about Toronto?”
“It’s in
Canada, it’s where my grandparents were from, it’s a
huge metro area…Why Ju?”
“Because
I’m thinking of taking the Pussycats international.”
“Oh?”
Heather’s eyebrows shot up.
“It was
something I was reading, and I am so tempted.”
“By
what?”
“The
Toronto International Fur Festival.”
“By
a lot of animal skins?”
“No, by over
250 million dollars worth of animal skins, and that is
US dollars…NOT Canadian.”
“Ouch,”
Heather said, “that’s a lot of mink…”
“Not to
mention sable, artic fox, ermine…”
“Okay I get
the picture.” Heather giggled.
“Our target
wouldn’t be the convention itself, but the cold storage facility in which every
exhibitor’s furs are being stored.”
“Do you have
a name and location?”
“I do…”
Juliette laughed as Heather reached for her laptop.
5.30 pm
Washington Heights
“So this is
the Heights,” Poppy said as she walked down the stairs from the subway
station. “It doesn’t look so bad.”
“Says the
girl who’s lived near the park all her life,” Erica said as they walked along
the street. “Actually, it’s not that
bad, honestly.”
Poppy looked
round as they walked down the streets, before she said “so why are those two
girls following us?”
“Oy,” Erica said in an exasperated tone, “don’t tell me…”
“Hey
homegirl.”
“Rochelle,”
Erica said quietly as the black girl stood in front of her and Poppy, “for the
love of everything, can’t you let bygones be bygones?”
“No way, homegirl – you need to remember where you came from,”
Rochelle said as she looked at Poppy. "So
who is the four-eyed whitey?"
"Sorry Poppy,” Erica said with a sigh, “meet the other side of my
fitting in problem."
"Not
a problem Bones."
"Does
this bitch carry a gun like your other whitey friends when she cums down ta ghetto?"
"Is she
talking about me perchance?" Poppy grinned at Erica.
"Yes..."
"Oh
good, just let me inform you, as I'm required to by law, I have a martial arts
black belt." Poppy smiled at the black teens and tweens.
"Yeah
and ahm the Queen of New York."
One of the girls pulled a knife and looked at her.
"Oh and
I thought visiting your place would be dull Bones."
“Well, what
do you say Whitey?”
Rochelle’s
answer to Poppy was lost as she threw her over her shoulder, and then hit the
girl with the knife in the chest with her foot, making her throw the knife
across the street.
“Well,” she
said as she took a fighting stance as the other girls helped Rochelle up,
“anyone else feel like dancing?”
The girls
shook their heads as they melted away, Erica looking at Poppy as she said
“damn, what is it with you girls?”
“We have to
protect ourselves – now, shall we go to your place?”
7 pm
Princeton
“Hey – how’s
life in the higher leagues?”
“That’s
enough Jo,” Ingrid said with a smile as she sat in her dorm room, “I’m working
just as hard as the rest of you.”
“Never said
you weren’t – but I prefer where I am, thank you very much.”
“So what are
you and Heather wearing for Halloween?” asked Ingrid.
“Sexy Mountie uniforms, I know it’s corny and clichéd but how
else do you represent Canada in national costume?”
“Lumberjacks?”
“Nah – too
much like what I wear normally.”
“That’s true
Jo.” Ingrid nodded at her computer. “But then so is Bavarian national dress for
all of us except Juliette.”
“Yeah - I
heard she’s coming as a sexy Pilgrim Mother to reflect the fact she had
ancestors on the Mayflower.”
“That’s her
plan.”
“Did you hear
any other’s ideas?”
“I did hear
something about Pussy looking into colonial dress. What about you?”
“A rumour
that Adam was researching what mediaeval Rabbi’s wore.”
“Well that
will be a big contrast with Janice in her Irish costume.” Ingrid nodded.
“Ama and Maisha are wearing costumes from back in Africa, while I
hear Shirley, reflecting the fact that the Xavier’s were originally Russian is
having a Russian court dress made.”
“NICE!”
Ingrid whistled appreciatively.
“And then
there’s Abby and her family…”
Wednesday 30th September
10 am GMT
The UK Farm
“Morning
boss,” Tracy said as Lily came into the staff room, “what’s on the agenda for
today?” The young woman was wearing what
had become the accepted uniform – a black roll neck sweater, leggings and short
boots.
“Showing our
new head of security round,” Lily said as a tall blonde followed her in. Lily was dressed in a grey trouser suit and
white camisole top, while the new arrival was wearing a long sleeved top, tight
jeans and knee length brown boots.
“Where’s Beverly?”
“Just doing a
security check on the current guests,” Tracy said as her brown haired friend
came in. “Hey Lily,” Bev said as she
looked at her boss, “showing someone round.”
“Oh yes –
Tracy Cocker, Beverly Martello, I don’t think you ever formally met Natalya Kosolov. Officially,
Natalya has joined Xavier International to head up the European Insurance
group.”
“And
unofficially?”
“I will be
the head of security for Madame at the London office, working alongside
Dominique,” Natalya said as she shook their hands. “I remember seeing both of you when we were
entertaining the young ladies from Harlow.
I presume you work here now?”
“They do
indeed – team leaders for the permanent staff based here, as well as overseeing
any guests we have here. Who’s staying
at the moment, Bev?”
“Three guests
– We have the daughter of the chairman of Sports Fashions, we have Lady Rebecca
Woodcock, and finally Dame Arabella Commons.”
“And how many
of them were invited to stay?”
“Believe
it or not, only Her Ladyship – the other two paid for us to look after them for
a day or two. We’ve found a lucrative sideline in those who
wish to be kidnapped for pleasure – and it helps train the staff here as well.”
Natalya
raised an eyebrow as Lily chuckled.
“Surprising, but true – and they pay very well. Now, let me show you the shooting ranges…”
10 am
The de Ros
Mansion
“Madame, your
visitors are here.”
“Thank you
Edith – please, show them in,” Diana said as she set the paper down and stood
up, smiling as the tall, thin Parisian art dealer came in, dressed impeccably.
“Antoine – it
is a pleasure to see you again,” she said as she embraced and kissed him on
both cheeks.
“And you
Diana – you look wonderful as always.
You remember Yvette, of course?”
“Of course,”
Diana said as she embraced the woman who came in. She had short black hair, and was wearing a
green jersey dress and heels.
“It is a
great pleasure to see you again, Countess,” she said as she gave a small
curtsey.
“Please, we
do not stand on formality in my house – it is Diana. And who is this?”
She looked at
the young boy who came in, looking round with a sense of wonder clear in his
eyes. He was dressed casually, and
suddenly stopped as Yvette said “Hugo, it is only polite to greet your host.”
“Forgive me,
Countess de Ros,” he said with a low bow, “thank you
for allowing us to visit you.”
“It is my
pleasure – Edith, some coffee please.”
“Yes,
Madame,” Edith said as Diana said “sit, sit – I have not seen you for many
years Yvette.”
“Indeed,
Diana – but when Father suggested we do a tour, and show my son some of the
sights of the world, New York was always on the list, and we could not visit
the city without paying our respects.”
3 pm
Xavier International
Shirley was
walking back to her office when she saw Susan approaching.
“Problem
Susan,” she said as she opened her office door, and they both walked in.
“Madame,”
Susan said as she consulted her notes, “I have some information that I think
you need to see - it’s still pretty sketchy, but I think it’s serious enough that
we need act upon it.”
“All right,”
Shirley said as she sat down, “what do you have?”
“It originates
with some diplomatic chatter that Jill saw in the Embassy in Tokyo. A man
calling himself Deng Bo has hired a suite at the Savoy in London, and is asking
for asylum from the Chinese government.”
“And this
interests us because…”
“Well, the
signal Jill saw was routine traffic asking what was known on this man, but Jill
had a little thing go off in her head that this was one of the Chinese she saw
at a meeting with the Death Dragons.”
“Alright
Susan,” Shirley said as she leaned forward, “now I’m very interested.”
“I wonder if
one of the rats is trying to jump off a sinking ship Madame?”
“The same
thing occurs to me.” Shirley looked at her watch. “It’s too early to wake
Catherine, but get London on to this, and book me a call to Hong Kong at their
breakfast time please.”
“Isn’t today
Natalya’s first day?”
“Yes, but she
is visiting the farm. Call Penny, have
them call me the moment they are in the same room.”
Susan nodded
as she left Shirley with her thoughts…
5 pm
Martin Luther King Community Centre
Washington Heights
“And… one two three, one
two three, one two three…”
The young
couples made their way across the dance floor, Erica concentrating hard as she
was led by the young dark haired girl.
“All right -
ten minute break,” the instructor finally said, Erica
and her companion making their way to their bags.
“Okay,” Erica
said as she took a drink, “I am so glad you volunteered to be my dance class
partner Poppy, at least you know what you are doing out there.”
“As long as I
remember I’m supposed to be the man.” Poppy giggled.
“How do all
of you know how to do this stuff so well?”
Smiling,
Poppy said, “Dance classes are one of those so-called cultural enrichment things
moms force their kids to do. We are all forced to learn this crap.”
“Well I have
a lot of catching up to do.” Erica whispered as the instructor again showed the
basic waltz step.
“So what is
your Moms story?” Poppy took a drink
before continuing “my mom reckons she’s far too clever to be just doing data
entry.”
“She is - she
had a full scholarship at Columbia to study Mechanical Engineering, but when my
dad just blew, and my Gran died, she decided that she needed a job, so she saw
a vacancy on the bulletin board, applied and got it.”
“Oh God,”
Poppy said, “That sucks the big one.”
“I know…it’s
why I’m making the most of my opportunity to make up for her losing hers…”
“And then you
ran into a bitch like me saying you didn’t belong.” Poppy shook her head. “I’m
just so sorry.”
“Well what
with you girls at school, and the girls back here accusing me of selling out,
it was getting a bit fraught for a while.”
Smiling, Erica continued “but at least I have one less battle on that
front.”
“Yeah – tell
my former friends that. I don’t think
they appreciated been put on clean up duty after lunch all week.”
“Well, they
should not have threatened you,” Poppy said.
“Come on – let’s try this again.”
10 pm Local Time
The Firebase
“Welcome back
Little Teacher,” Charlotte said as Marigold appeared at the entrance of the
tent, “what news do you bring?”
“Those in
charge are apparently in a panic – food and water is rationed, even more so for
the workers, so they are helping those who need it most. I fear we need to move quickly before the
captors decide to cut their losses.”
“We agree –
which is why we’re starting, very quietly, to move some specialist teams to the
mine. Their road is ours, they have no
transport – it’s time to deal with this once and for all.”
“This is good
news,” Marigold said with a smile, “how can we help?”
“By resting,”
the Leader said, “we will outline the plan in the…”
“Leader,” a
soldier said as she came in, “Red is coming in – they have news.”
Leader and
Charlotte went outside, as Red saw two of her girls taken to the medical area.
“We met a
patrol – they did not survive, but they had also encountered a Mogolan patrol. We
assisted to end their assault, so they now know we are in the area. They are camped nearby, and wish to parlay.”
Looking at
the Leader, Red continued “they have the big white man with them.”
“Piet – oy vey,” Charlotte said as she rubbed her eyes. “He cannot know I am here.”
“He will not
– Red, take Liz and Petra with you tomorrow to parlay. The reporter can vouch for her. Rest and tend to your stick now.”
“Well, it was
going to happen sooner or later,” Charlotte said, “all we can hope for is Piet
manages to keep them all calm.”
Thursday 1st October
8 am local time
Near the firebase
“Sir!”
The Mogolan lieutenant came out from his shelter and walked up
to the sentry post.
“Three
women approaching under a white flag. One is the
soldier leading the group we encountered yesterday.”
He nodded as
he said “send two to escort them to here.
And wake the journalist.”
“Sir,” he
said as he signaled to two men, and gave quick orders. As they went towards the approaching trio, he
looked under a tarpaulin.
“Mr. van der Byl?”
Piet opened
his eyes and looked over as the soldier said “The lieutenant wishes you to join
him – the female soldier from yesterday is approaching with two others.”
“Sure,” Piet
said as he slipped out and stretched, then went to find some water.
“You kept
your word,” the officer said as Red approached.
“We are women
of our word,” Red said. “I come with two
of our senior command.”
The
lieutenant looked at Liz and Petra, before he said “and you are?”
“Former
Lieutenant Elizabeth Egwegwe, South African
Intelligence Service.”
“Hello Piet,”
Liz said as the man mountain walked in, “we had heard you were there
yesterday.”
“And you
ended up where I suspected you had. This
is?”
“Petra is an
intelligence specialist we have brought in to help with this. She comes highly recommended.”
“You vouch
for them?”
“I do,” Piet
said, “Red was one of those who escorted me, Liz and two others to the
mine. If she vouches for Petra, I vouch
for her.”
The
lieutenant nodded as he said “very well, so the stories of a guerilla force stopping the real enemy were true. How many?”
“Until now,
too few,” Liz said, “but we are ready to strike. We have the capability and the resource – but
the support would not be unwelcome.”
“Who is your
commander?”
“We are a
team, each supporting the others. We
have helped you – will you help us?”
He looked at
the three women, before he said “we’ll patrol this area, try and keep them off
your back. When the time comes, call.”
“Thank you,”
Liz said.
“Stay for
breakfast – if that is allowed?”
“We thank
you,” Petra said as Piet folded his arms and smiled.
“Liz, Liz,
Liz – I’m glad you found them, and are working with them now.”
“And you, you
big ox,” Liz said as she poked him in the chest with her finger, “what the hell
are you doing here? Does Charlotte
know?”
“Haven’t been
able to talk to her for a couple of weeks – any idea where she is?”
“No comment –
but I’m glad you’re here. Did you speak
to John?”
“Before
I came here. He told me a few things – and he sends his
regards.”
“I’m sure he
did,” Liz said with a smile. “Come on,
let’s eat.”
10 am local time
Xavier International, Aldwych, London
“How’s the
office, Natalya?”
“I cannot
complain, Penny,” the young Russian said as she came in, her long boots visible
under the peach skirt. “So what is the
purpose of the meeting?”
“Conference
call with Tokyo and Hong Kong – and then we may need your expertise,” Penny
said as the top left corner of the plasma screen lit up.
“Good
evening, Jill,” Natalya said with a smile as the young consular official
appeared on the screen, “Is Niki with you?”
“Not tonight,
but I briefed her earlier. Congrats on the new position.”
“Thanks,”
Natalya said with a smile, “so who…”
“Hello, Penny
– and Natalya, a pleasure to meet you at last on a formal capacity.”
“Catherine,”
Natalya said as she sat down, “so this concerns our recent visit.”
“In
a way – Penny.”
“You may
recognize this man,” Penny said as she passed Natalya a photo.
“Well, well –
Colonel Deng. Where is he currently?”
“London – the
Savoy in fact, just round the corner from you.
He’s seeking political asylum from the UK government. The question is,
should he be allowed to do so?”
“An excellent
question,” Natalya said as she looked at Catherine’s picture. “What is his current position with the
Chinese government?”
“They believe
he is in London as part of a trade delegation.
We could inform them of the truth, but that would mean his recall – and
our lack of satisfaction.”
“So are we
considering an extraction?”
“It is a
possibility – but we need some reconnaissance in his hotel suite, today if
possible. We have someone to go in and
plant the necessary equipment.”
“Sounds like
a plan – I’ll start looking at the hotel layout for his suite, consider
extraction methods and routes.”
“Excellent –
Penny, I look forward to seeing you next week.
Jill, please liaise directly with Natalya if you or Niki get further
information.”
“Of course,”
Jill said as the two screens went blank.
“How do I get
plans of the Savoy?”
Penny pressed
a button and said “Ask George to pop up will you. It’s about time you met our front of house
head of security anyway.” Ending the
call, she said “You have a call with Shirley at 1 our time. You should brief her on what we’re
doing. I have a call to make.”
“See hello to
Helen for me,” Natalya said, Penny smiling as she left the conference room.
“Ms. Kosolov?”
Natalya
looked to the door as she saw the gray haired head of public security look in.
“It’s
Natalya, George – I believe in first name if possible. Penny says you can help with layouts for the
Savoy?”
“Of course –
any chance of some coffee while I get them up?”
8 am
Park Avenue
Shirley
sipped from her mug, before saying “I think you have things well in hand,
Natalya. I approve – make sure this is
him first. If it is?”
“We can
prepare a suite at the Farm for him instead – I’ll formulate ways of doing so,
but the priority is information gathering.”
Shirley
nodded before she said "if you are going to attempt a reconnaissance at
the Savoy Natalya, can I suggest you ask our South African friends to do it for
you. They do owe us a favour."
"Yes Madame."
"And at
least according to Dominique their principle burglar is extremely good."
"Okay
I'll send a message asking them to do this."
“Excellent –
keep me posted,” Shirley said as she ended the call, and John came in.
“Business
with London concluded?”
“Indeed – so
when do you have to head off?”
“My flight
leaves at two – how shall we pass the time until then?”
“Oh I’m sure
we’ll think of something…”
1 pm
The Colony Club
564 Park Avenue
“My god, when
was the last time so many of us were gathered in the same place,” Brooke Hatton
said as she walked in with Clare Morse.
“I have no
idea – when do you think Kelly?”
“Probably May
1990,” Kelly Rochermann said as she kissed them both
on the cheek. “But I am so glad we could
pull this together so quickly. And that
so many could come and join us.”
The three
women were dressed in knee length dresses, with matching blazers and heels,
designed to co-ordinate with each other.
Around them women were renewing old acquaintances, sharing stories of
what had happened to them over the last few years.
In a corner
of the reception room, Juliette was standing with Tonia Razinski,
looking round the room. She had chosen
to wear a blue jacket and skirt with a cream top for the event, blending in
with the others.
“Why Juliette
Huntingdown, if I didn’t know better then I’d swear
you are actually nervous.” Tonia smiled as Juliette sipped her pre luncheon
drink.
“Ton,”
Juliette said quietly, “to tell the truth I’m petrified.”
“And why
would that be?” Rachel McNally asked.
“Because,”
Juliette said quietly, “while I have walked more shows then I can remember and
given many speeches, this one somehow seems to mean so much more to me.”
“Oh
my God, no tears please.”
Liz van Roon smiled.
“It’s going
to be hard.”
“Juliette
you’ll be fine.” Tonia gave her a hug. “Just remember, it could be worse.”
“In
what way?”
“Our
daughters could be here as well, instead of safely ensconced in Yale,” Rachel
said with a laugh. “Imagine what tales
they could tell if they were here.”
“Bad enough
with Tonia, Liz and Kelly here,” Juliette said with a smile.
“Oh, before I
forget,” Tonia said, “my husband and his partners are having a big pow-wow regarding Saintz and Sinnerz’s race at the Breeders Cup, they are thinking now
of running him in the Juvenile Sprint.”
“Well that
helps get us all home in plenty of time for the party on the Saturday evening.”
Rachel observed.
“Yes even
with private planes it was going to be a rush on the Saturday.” Liz remarked.
“Well
according to my husband, they aren’t sure Saintz is
ready for a mile and an eighth so they opted for the 6 furlong race instead.”
“Alright so
everyone in their best finery on the Friday,” Juliette smiled.
“Indeed,”
Rachel said as a toastmaster said “Ladies, please take your seats for the
luncheon…”
The smaller
of the two ballrooms had been fitted out with large tables, the ladies taking
their named places as Juliette was escorted to a large table at the side. The conversation descended to a low hum as
the meal was served, before a tall brunette stood up as the coffee and drinks
were served.
“Can I have
your attention please?”
“That would
be a first,” Clare called out, causing a ripple of laughter.
“And suddenly
the years slip away,” Tonia said out loud as the brunette looked at her.
“As I was
saying… As head girl for the class of
1990 I would like to thank so many members of the class for making the time to
attend today.” Rebecca Slater paused. “We are here today to accept into our
midst someone whose work on behalf of both St Angela’s and the Jamie Kirkham Memorial
Scholarships have made her an ornament to the community of angels.”
Rebecca
paused while the ladies all applauded.
“Juliette Huntingdown is both a role model, and a real life model.
She may have actually graduated from a high school in Massachusetts, but in
spirit and friendship she has long been one of us. Her daughter is an Angel,
her granddaughter has already had her name put down for the school, and I’m
sure that come the day Little Judith’s descendants will also find their way to
St Angela’s.
“She has been
a staunch supporter of St Angela’s since Carina started to attend, and as many
of you will remember, their last year proved traumatic in more ways than
one. To speak to that time, please
listen for a few moments to Rachel Calloway as was, now Rachel McNally.”
“Don’t let
her get away,” Rachel whispered to Tonia as she stood up, Juliette watching as
she went to the microphone and said “Don’t worry, my fellow Angels, possibly
for the first time you can remember, I’m going to be brief.
“I’ve known
Juliette for more years than I care to think of, ever since she and Judy, my
daughter, started together in nursery, and through all those years I have come
to know her as a true and steadfast friend – but when two years ago there was
the tragic events that led to the death of Jamie Kirkham, Juliette stepped
forward to ensure that her memory was never forgotten, even though Carina was
gravely ill in hospital.
“Thanks in
part to her drive and determination, the Jamie Kirkham scholarship fund has
become one of the most sought after scholarships in the city, with two amazing
girls now enjoying the benefits of the funds which Juliette helped to set
up. For that alone, I am happy to be one
of the sponsors for this honour – but there are other reasons we wish to praise
Juliette today. Fellow Angels, please
welcome Pulitzer Prize winner, Jane Molloy.”
The girls
applauded as Rachel sat down, and Jane came to the microphone.
“Rachel
alluded to the horrific events two years ago – and that was not the only crisis
that happened that year, but the girls showed what it means to be Angels – and
that was reflected in the charity stunt for that year, where Wilhelmina Tennant
found herself the slightly unwilling guest of three daughters of women here –
one of whom was Carina Huntingdown.
“What
happened later that week was an example of putting a male chauvinist in his
place, and for me a reminder that St Angela’s still produces remarkable young
women, as we raised an astounding amount for good causes. It showed me the person Carina Huntingdown was – and much of that was due to the example
set by her mother.
“I may have
won prizes for more recent work, but that week was still one of the most
personally satisfying things I have ever done – so this is my chance to say
thank you to her.”
The room
applauded as Rebecca said “To complete the sponsors, please welcome two thirds
of The Party Girls - Liz van Roon and Tonia Razinski.”
The room
applauded as Liz and Tonia came over.
“We would ask
Kelly to join us,” Liz said, “but we’d just end up spilling too many
secrets. So let us just say this –
Juliette is a treasure for many of us, and not just as a leading sinner, but as
a personal friend.”
“So with that
in mind,” Tonia said, “We wish to ask you, the class of 1990, one question. Do you accept Juliette Huntingdown
as one of us?”
“AYE!!!”
“In that
case, can I ask Juliette to come and accept this special Commencement
certificate, on behalf of all of us, and welcome her to our band of
sisters? Fellow
Angels, your new classmate, Juliette Huntingdown.”
The applause
was deafening as Juliette stood up and shook Rebecca’s hand, and accepted the
framed certificate, before she held it high, smiling as photos were taken,
“All right,
Angels,” Rebecca said, “perhaps Juliette would like to say a few words?”
The room
applauded again as Juliette stood in front of the microphone.
“Ladies…Friends…and
now I guess classmates, can I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for
bestowing this honour upon me.” Juliette stopped and paused. “This probably
means more to me then virtually anything because it comes from all of you.”
For a second
Juliette looked round the room.
“As many of
you know, my own high school life was interrupted by my career as a young
model, and because I was at first often away, then later I had a degree of fame
that seemed to frighten people away I don’t think I was ever really one of “the
gang’ as they say. Now however I feel like at last I do have classmates to whom
I can relate, and who I hope understand a geek like me, with looks like I
have.”
The room
laughed and applauded.
“But I also
accept this on behalf of two very special ladies, one an Angel, another an angel in real life and an Angel to be – Carina
and Judith. I am so proud of both of
them, and I am proud to be in a position to say thank you on behalf of myself
and of them.
“The Jamie
Kirkham Scholarship Fund is a lasting memory, both to a much missed girl, and
to the spirit that makes St Angela’s so important. I hope I can live up to all that means, and
thank you again for this honour.”
As she sat
down to great applause, Rebecca said “and now, class of 1990, I have one thing
to say to you – LET’S PARTY!”
8 pm local time
The Firebase
Charlotte was
surprised to see a number of small loudspeakers been unloaded from the
helicopter. Shaking her head, she made
her way to the mess tent and sat down.
“Who ordered
the portable loudspeakers?” she asked as she put some food on a fork.
“I did,” Liz
looked up from her food. “Petra wants to try broadcasting messages into the troops compound asking them why they are here, urging
surrender, and so on.”
“Well it’s an
idea, but risky if their patrols catch the broadcasters.”
“We can do
hit and runs,” said Petra, “two minutes of messages, then move on.”
“And I think
it will undermine their morale even further.” Liz added.
“What do you
think Leader?”
“I like the
idea in principle Little Mother, but as you said yourself there is a high
degree of risk.”
“That is a
large space of jungle round there and I can actually broadcast from quite a
good distance.”
“Rassie, what do you think?”
“I think its worth a try Charlotte, undermining their morale even
further could just be what we need.”
“It will also
provide cover for something else we’re going to do,” Shelby said as she sat
down.
“And that
is?”
“Lay some
plans in place to deal with the anti-aircraft guns. Essential for the final
push.”
“All right –
but Goddess, be careful,” Charlotte said quietly.
Friday 2nd October
3.30 pm
The Richmond Mansion
The brown
haired woman walked nervously up the stairs, pulling her coat around her as she
knocked on the door.
“Hey – Glad
you could make it,” Heather said as she opened the door.
“Thanks – I
think. I’m just curious why you invited
me though.”
“Letty has become a good friend to many of the girls – and
we felt it was time we got to know you better.
You know Sandy?”
“We met at
the meet last year, right?”
“That’s right
– come through and meet the others,” Sandy said as she took the new arrival
through, to where Denice and Pippa
were sitting with April and Caroline.
“Okay ladies,
for those of you who don’t know her this is Mercy Kinman…Mercy
is Letty’s mother.” Sandy
made the introductions.
“Hi I’m Pippa Ashley, Poppy’s mom.” Pippa
held out a hand.
“Hi.” Mercy
shook it.
“I’m Denice, Erica’s mom…”
For a couple
of minutes each woman introduced herself and shook hands.
“Well welcome
to the Friday Afternoon Coffee Club Mercy.” Heather smiled when they’d
finished.
“It’s nice to
be here. Letty
speaks a lot of the girls, and it’s nice to put names to faces – at least,
those I don’t see in magazines.”
“Did someone
start talking about magazines already,” Barbara said as she came in. “That smells good. Hey Mercy – how are you doing?”
“Not too bad
Barbara,” Mercy said as she sat down, running a hand through her graying hair. “I
should have realised you were part of this group.”
“So has
anyone spoken to Ju today? I heard they had quite a party yesterday,”
Caroline said as she sat back.
“By all
accounts,” Sandy said with a smile.
“So let me
get this straight – you all meet for coffee while the girls come here?”
“That’s how I
understand it,” Pippa said quietly, “a chance to kick
back quietly and start the weekend in a good way.”
“Precisely,”
Caroline said, “and the girls plan their weekend at the same time.”
“Well, Poppy
is going for another lesson with Erica later, and Grace is coming round for
dinner.”
“So you and
Grace are building bridges again?”
“Yeah – we
can only start on something new…”
“Hi everyone,”
Abby said as she looked in. “Pippa, Poppy’s here with me and Erica.”
“Thanks,
Abby,” Pippa said as Mercy looked round.
“Is it always
like this?”
“We’re just
getting started,” April said with a smile as a text message on her phone caught
Pippa’s attention, her face blanching slightly as she
did so.
“Pippa? What’s wrong?”
“I think my
whole weekend is going to be fun,” Pippa said as she
stood up. “Sandy, I’m sorry, but Poppy and I need to go now.”
“What
happened?”
“Family
crisis,” Pippa said as she went into the front
room. “Pippa,
we need to go now. Erica, can you call
round and collect Poppy for the lesson later?”
“Sure,” Erica
said as Poppy collected her bag and followed her mum out. “What’s happened?”
“Your
grandmother is in town, and will be at our apartment for six.”
“Gran?
Oh boy…”
5.50 pm
The Ashley Apartment, 4th
Avenue
Pippa looked at her daughter, and said
“Ready” as they both heard the ring on the apartment doorbell. Poppy had changed into a skirt and blouse,
and nodded as her mother went and opened the door.
Lady Amelia
Ashley was standing on the other side, her blonde hair arranged in a hairstyle
held in place by a ton of hairspray, and wearing a grey jacket and skirt, blue
top and black heels. As she walked in,
she looked around and then saw Poppy standing there,
smiling as her glasses framed her eyes.
“Hello,
Gran,” she said as Pippa closed the door, “may I get
you something to drink?”
“Thank you,
darling,” Lady Ashley said in a cultured, Thatcher like voice, “some chamomile
tea would be nice.”
“Why don’t
you make some coffee for both of us as well,” Pippa
said as she kissed her mother. “Come and
sit with me, mother.”
Poppy watched
from the kitchen as her mother and grandmother walked through, shaking her head
as she put the kettle on.
“You are
looking well, Phillipa,” Lady Ashley said, “at least you have recovered from
that dreadful robbery?”
“It has not
been easy, but I am getting better, and I learned a few valuable lessons,” Pippa said as she sat down.
“Well, you
both seem to be well.”
“Well Mother
what brings you to New York?” Pippa asked quietly.
Amelia smiled
and replied “Aren’t I entitled to come see my only relatives?”
“Have you
fallen out with Aunt Margaret…AGAIN?” Pippa sighed as
she asked the question.
“Don’t ever
mention that woman’s name again in my presence please dear.” There was real venom in her voice as she
continued “she betrayed me and as far as I’m concerned she and I are no longer
related.”
“And what did
she do this time Gran?” Poppy asked as she brought in the coffees for she and her mother, and her grandmothers herbal tea.
“Thank you
Poppy,” Pippa said as her daughter sat down.
“Why are you
wearing those absurd glasses child?” Lady Ashley said as she looked at Poppy.
“Because they
are more comfortable then contacts, and most of the
girls in my group wear them…”
“They make
you look plain.” Lady Ashley interrupted.
“They are
cool Gran.” Poppy smiled back sweetly.
“Honestly, they are the real fashion trend these days.”
“Anyway
returning to Aunt Margaret?” Pippa tried changing the
conversation.
“She had the
damn cheek to put it round that I dye my hair…”
“But don’t
you?”
“That is
besides the point Philippa,” Amelia said with a stare
at her daughter, “she had no right telling the Barkly’s and the Grout’s that,
and just as Lady Barkly was saying how nice my hair looked.”
“Oh!” Pippa swapped an amused smile with Poppy. “And just where
did this offence happen?”
“At our
Conservative Club luncheon…and there were TWO members of the cabinet there!”
“Oh dear,” Pippa was finding it hard not to giggle.
“Exactly…I
knew you’d understand darling…there are certain things that one doesn’t do in
decent company.”
“Well Aunt
Margaret doesn’t necessarily agree with your…” Pippa paused to get the right words that wouldn’t offend
her mother…”shall we say high standards?”
“Standards? That woman is still as common as
muck!”
“Well I
wouldn’t say that Mum.”
“Well I
would, and then she got invited into the back parlour of the club for private
drinks…”
“Whilst you
didn’t I take it?” Pippa covered her mouth with her
hand to suppress a giggle.
“NO!” Lady
Ashley sipped her tea, “Lady Barkly apologized so nicely afterwards, but
Maggie…I mean Margaret…should have said something, I am after all a former Lady
Mayoress of the borough.”
“That you are
Mum, as I’m sure… As I’m sure you reminded everybody.” This time Pippa couldn’t keep the laughter inside, Poppy
giggling as she saw the look on her grandmother’s face.
“Oh,” Amelia
said as she set her cup down, “and my social humiliation is amusing is it
Miss?”
“Oh not
really Mum,” Pippa laughed as she tried to put a
straight face back on, “but honestly in the greater scheme of things does all
that really matter?”
“Philippa!”
Lady Ashley said in shock.
“Gran it does
sound snobbish.” Poppy said very softly.
“I do not
have a snobbish bone in my body, as you very well know…”
“OH MUM!” Pippa just had to interrupt. “You’d die rather than admit
Granddad Harker was a wholesale coal merchant, or that Dad was basically a scrap metal dealer…”
“Your father
was an industrialist Philippa.”
“Only because
you pushed him and pushed him to acquire more yards and the factories mum, you
know very well he was only really happy with his mates down the old yard.”
“Your father
needed guidance or else neither of us would have got anywhere in life Missy.”
Lady Ashley smiled, “and there’d have been no fancy school,
or fancy friends for you either if I hadn’t pushed to get us all out of
Leeds…AND that includes that ungrateful bitch Maggie.”
“You judge
too quickly mother,” Pippa said as she heard the
doorbell ring. “I manage to make my way
in this industry, after all.”
“It is an
impressive view,” Lady Ashley said as she looked out of the window.
“We like it
Gran,” Poppy said, “and we’ve come to appreciate it even more these last few
weeks.”
“Was it that
frightening?”
“Yes – yes it
was,” Poppy said as they heard Pippa say “Hello Erica
– come in. I need to find those shoes
for you.”
“Hey Erica –
my gran is visiting.
Gran, this is Erica Burton, one of my friends.”
Lady Ashley
stared at the young dark skinned girl in her school uniform, as she said “hello
Lady Ashley – Poppy, we’re going swimming as usual tomorrow.”
“Great,”
Poppy said as Pippa called out “would you come with
me please Erica.”
“Excuse me,
your ladyship,” and walked off.
“Poppy, you –
you are friends with her,” Amelia said as she picked her jaw off the floor.
“Of
course. I’m Erica’s dance partner.” Poppy smiled.
“She’s taking lessons at the community centre.”
“But
darling…she…she…she’s…”
“Cute,
talented, a great laugh…”
“No – Poppy
she’s…”
Looking at
her grandmother, Poppy folded her arms, put her head to one side and said “Black,
Gran?”
“Well yes…”
Lady Ashley looked more then slightly horrified as
she turned to the window.
“Oh Gran you
are terrible.” Poppy laughed. “Erica is in my class at school…”
“I thought
your mother said St Angela’s was an elite school darling?”
“It is, but
not just socially Gran. Erica is a huge brain.”
“Oh she’s a
scholarship girl?” Lady Ashley gave Erica a look up and down across the room.
“Are there many other…?”
“If you mean
Blacks, say Blacks Gran, and yes there are - both on and not on scholarships.
St Angela’s is proud of its diversity.”
“Oh!” It wasn’t the sound of surprise – it was the
sound of someone who was realizing an uncomfortable truth.
“Damn now I
know where I got my attitude from.” Poppy thought as she shook her head. She turned round as Erica came back, carrying
a pair of black dance shoes.
“Thanks for
the dance pumps Miss Ashley.” Erica said as she came back with Pippa by the windows, “I hope I can do them justice.”
“Well they
have about the right sized heel to learn in Erica, and Poppy long since outgrew
them.”
“Hey I get
these flipper feet from you and Gran.” Poppy looked down at her shoes and
laughed. Amelia stared out of the
window, determined not to look at the new face.
“Do you have
everything?” Pippa said as she checked her daughter’s
bag.
“We do
Mom…Come on Bones let’s leave the oldies to discuss grown-up things.”
“Sure. Nice to meet you, Lady
Ashley.”
“Hmm,” Amelia
said, both Poppy and Pippa
looking at each other.
“Bye,” both
girls waved as they left the apartment.
“Well I never
thought I’d see the day…” Lady Ashley spoke as soon as the girls were out of
range, “my granddaughter, friends with a… a soap dodger.”
“MUM!”
“Well you
know what I mean Philippa.”
“Dear God, I
didn’t know you were both a snob, AND a racist mother.” Pippa
shook her head. “I’ll let you know Erica is a truly nice kid, and I’m friends
with her mother as well…”
“You have…”
“Yes Mum I
have non-white friends, and actually Denice and I
have a lot in common, we are both single mothers bringing up bright daughters
who want to be doctors for starters.”
“Oh come on,
since when did my granddaughter want to be a doctor?”
“It seems for
quite a long while. We had a long talk after the home invasion, and I learned a
lot I never knew about my daughter…and I guess about myself as well…”
“Really?
Did this home invader look like Boycott – because he…”
“She.”
“I beg your
pardon?”
“She
– three women, who were as quiet as Ilkley Moor on a
December night. They terrified us, Mum – I think they’d even
shut Aunt Maggie up. Maybe you’d like
them to visit her – contrasts if you like.”
“And what has
happened to give you this attitude, lass?”
“A dose of
fear induced clarity, Mum – and realising I didn’t like who I was.”
Just at that
minute the doorbell rang.
“Talking of
which, you may want something a little stronger in a minute. Hey Gray,” Pippa
smiled as she answered it.
“Hey Pip,”
Grace answered her and kissed her on the cheek.
“I brought something to share, and…”
As she walked in, she stopped and looked at the other woman standing
there.
“Look who’s here Mother – I’d arranged for us to have some dinner
tonight. Care to join us?”
“Lady
Ashley,” Grace said quietly, “it’s been a long time.”
Amelia Ashley
looked at the former model, her long blonde hair flowing, before she said
“Grace – you are living in New York now?”
“You haven’t
told her yet?”
“I didn’t
know she was in town until a couple of hours ago,” Pippa
said. “Mum, Grace Brand is the Dean of
Students at St Angela’s.”
“Well, that
explains a few things,” Amelia said with a smile – a thin, evil smile. “What happened, Gracie – career change?”
“In a few
ways – you look well, Amelia.”
“Let me get a
couple of glasses,” Pippa said as she went to the
kitchen, the other two women sitting and facing each other.
“I saw your
return – it came as a great surprise,” Amelia said quietly.
“Believe me,
I tried to avoid it – but it happened, and I’m glad it did.”
“Really?”
“Really,”
Grace said with a smile as Pippa came back with three
glasses.
“I was going
to order Thai – is that all right with you Mum?”
“Why not,”
Amelia said with a smile, “so long as we eat with plates and cutlery. Excuse me – I need to freshen up.”
As she walked
slowly out of the room, Pippa and Grace looked at
each other.
“You had no
warning?”
“None – she
says she had a falling out with Aunt Margaret.”
“Do you
believe her?”
“I don’t know
– but I’ll call her tomorrow, get her side of the story.”
“She seems
unchanged.”
“She is – in
fact, she’s worse. Erica came round to
collect some shoes and head off with Poppy, and…”
“Let me guess
– the inner Arthur Scargill came out?”
“In
some ways, yes.” Sipping her wine, Pippa
said “Gray, what if she starts talking about…”
“Let’s pray
she doesn’t – Margaret is the only other person who knows the truth. But if she does…”
“If
she does what?”
“We were
talking about Poppy – she’s helping with a charity event at the school next
week, and Grace wanted to be sure I had given my approval.”
“Is that
correct? I am surprised to see you
living and working here Grace – I thought you were so settled in Harlow.”
“Well, time
and circumstances change,” Grace replied as Pippa
went to place an order, “and with me becoming a model again, if only part time,
I felt it was time for a completely fresh start.”
“So where do
you live?”
“In
Greenwich Village, with two of my colleagues who decided to make the break as
well. It has proven to be one of the best decisions
we have ever made.”
“Indeed,”
Amelia said as Pippa returned. “The food will be a short while Would you care for
some coffee while we wait, Grace?”
“No, thank
you - I’ve had more than enough today. I
was wondering if you would be coming as well a week tomorrow Pippa – we could do with some help behind the scenes with
handling donations and so on.”
“I’d be more
than happy to – with Poppy helping front of house, it gives her a chance to
meet some famous faces.”
“And what is
this august event?”
“We are
holding a charity event to raise money for the Jamie Kirkham scholarship and
Muscular Dystrophy research – an evening with Eve Stone.”
“Eve Stone? She was a leading model in her day, and the
daughter of the Duke of Lardarn.”
“Yes, Mum,” Pippa said with a sigh, seeing the wheels turning in her
mother’s mind. “The Kirkham scholarship
pays the fees for a young girl to attend St Angela’s and then go on to study
medicine – young Erica is one of the two current scholars.”
“Indeed,”
Amelia said quietly, the two women looking at each other.
“Eve’s
husband, the photographer Steven Stone, is also suffering from Parkinson’s
disease, so we feel the MS society is a worthy joint cause.”
“And you are
happy to allow Poppy to be like a common guide?”
“There is
nothing common about it,” Pippa said quietly, “not
when she will be mixing with lords, countesses, princes and some of the
greatest models of all time.”
“Oh,” Amelia
said, “Well, if that is the case, how could I possibly object. Who are the patrons of this scholarship
fund?”
“Two
of the students,” Grace said, “Abigail de Ros and
Jeannie Brewster.”
“Models
and schoolgirls. How times have changed…”
“Indeed,”
Grace said, “A lot has changed over the last twenty years, Amelia.”
“I can
believe that…”
“Ah - the
food,” Pippa said as the doorbell rang. “Why don’t we go to the table?”
As they sat
round the table, the food decanted into serving dishes, Grace took a sip of the
wine and asked "How did the Friday Afternoon Coffee Club go today
Pip?"
"We had
to leave early when Mum notified me she was here, but I met Mercy Kinman, she seems very nice."
"The what club Philippa?"
"It's
just a group of St Angela's moms Mother.
We meet each Friday afternoon to have coffee, and the kids make their
weekend plans."
"And are you a member Grace?" Lady Ashley asked.
"No!"
Grace laughed, "The last thing I think the kids want is the dean hanging
out with their mothers. I know many of
them socially, but this is one meeting I don’t attend. They meet at the home of Sandy Richmond."
“Richmond – I
remember meeting a Vanessa Richmond once, many years ago, at an event in
Paris. Are they related?”
“Sandy –
sorry, Alexandra is her daughter,” Grace said as she swallowed some
noodles. “She lives there with her
children and their nanny Heather, as well as Heather’s
sister Jo when she is home from college. I believe they’re heading up there tomorrow
morning to visit her.”
“She is not
married?”
“Divorced,” Pippa said, shooting a warning look to Grace not to say
anything. “Quite a few of the club are
single mothers as well.”
“So
mutual support?”
“In a way –
would you like some more of the Pad Thai, Mum?”
“So
who else as there?”
“Apart
from Mercy? Caroline and Denice
were there, and Barbara arrived just as we had to leave.”
“Some
of the mothers?”
“Indeed,”
Grace said, “Denice is Erica Burton’s mother, Barbara
Jeannie’s, April Broadhurst’s daughter is called
Pepsi, and she plays on the school soccer team with Caroline’s adopted daughter
Ama.”
“And what
position do they hold?”
“Allow me,” Pippa said as she looked at Grace. “Denice is a data
entry clerk at Columbia, Barbara an administrator at Mercy Hill, April a
florist and garden designer, and Caroline is Caroline Jameson, the model and
security consultant.”
Both women
watched as Amelia tried to process this information, while they sipped their
wine.
“And they are
all single mothers?”
“All except
April – they live near me, as do Caroline and Ama” Grace said as she looked at
Amelia.
“A very –
diverse collection,” Amelia said as she sipped her own wine.
"Are you
coming to Kentucky for the Breeders Cup Gray?"
"I'm
probably going to,” Grace said as she sat back.
“That Friday is a Teacher Development day, and Juliette has chartered a
plane to take a few of us...what about you?"
"I'm
flying down with the Razinski's - it should be fun. I
need to find outfits though for both Poppy and myself
– after all, it’s going to be our first big Sinners outing."
"Sinners?" Lady Ashley looked perplexed.
“We are both
part of one of the most exclusive social groups in New York Mum – the Saints
and Sinners. The Saints are the men, the
Sinners the women.”
“Oh,” Amelia
said as she smiled, “how exclusive?”
“Invitation
only – Poppy and I are the latest members.
We don’t have a clubhouse…”
“If you don’t
count the ski lodges.”
“True – ski
lodges?”
“Tell you
about that later.”
“Well, that
sounds most delightful,” Lady Ashley said, “and who were the last people to be
invited to join?”
“Denice and Erica, and Mercy and Letty
Kinman.”
The smile was
frozen on her mother’s face as Grace looked at Pippa. “We have our fair share of New York Elite as
well – after all, you cannot claim another group where mothers and housewives
rub shoulders with socialites, top models and royalty.”
“I’m sorry –
royalty?”
Pippa groaned as Grace smiled and said “Oh
yes – His Serene Highness Crown Prince Klaus von Furstenheim. In fact, Pippa and
I are due to have lunch with Klaus and Juliette Huntingdown
tomorrow, as well as Stephen and Eve Stone and a few others.”
She could see
the smile grow on Amelia’s face as she said “How fascinating…”
“Actually –
if you have no plans, why don’t you join us?”
“What!”
“Well, I do
have some plans,” Lady Amelia said, “but I can re-arrange. I would be delighted to come with you Philippa.”
“Why don’t I
make some more coffee,” Pippa said as she stood
up. “Grace, could you bring the plates
in for me?”
“Of course, Pippa,” Grace said.
“Shall we have our coffee in your lounge?”
“Why not –
make your way through Mum,” Pippa said as she walked
to the kitchen, Grace watching as Amelia closed her eyes and said “A pleasure,
your highness…”
“Well, at
least you’re still breathing,” Grace said as she loaded the dishwasher, and
then looked at Pippa.
“What?”
"Grace
Brand you are a BITCH!" Pippa hissed as they
made fresh coffee. "Now I'll never get rid of her."
"Hey all
I did was mention that Klaus would be..."
"And you
know my damn mother, knowing that even minor royalty would be there would set
her off."
"Look at
it as doing something for your Aunt Maggie, who by the way I always
liked."
"I like
her too...I like her even more though when she's the one having to deal with
Mum."
"I
apologise Pip...but something wicked in me wanted to see how she'd react to
knowing just whom some of your friends are nowadays."
"Well if
I end up killing her Gray, then you go down as well for aiding and
abetting."
“I’ll go down
smiling – come on, let’s give her her favourite, get
her ready for bed early.”
“Gotcha – one
Russian coffee coming up…”
Saturday 3rd October
11 am
Vanderbilt YMCA
“Here we are
– thanks for bringing us here Mom.”
“No problem,”
Pippa said as she pulled up outside the main
entrance. “With your mom going with Mary
today, it made sense for me to bring you both here.”
Amelia looked
at the group of girls gathering outside the entrance, many wearing glasses as
well, some older, one or two younger, but all pleased to see each other. Her eyes gravitated to the two tallest girls,
and the African girl who waved at the new arrivals.
“Another
black girl Philippa?” Lady Ashley raised an eyebrow as
Poppy and Erica joined their friends.
“Another?” Pippa looked at the
group, then smiled as she said “Oh you mean Ama… She’s Caroline Jameson the model’s adopted
daughter, the poor child was one of those poor slave girls who was rescued last
year. I know it was covered by the BBC
after all – that Viscount, Stonemark, was found to be
involved as well as the UN ambassador.”
“I knew
Gerald Stonemark – we had met at social occasions,”
Lady Ashley said quietly. “So she was
one of those girls - and who might I ask are some of the others?”
“Well Abby de
Ros obviously, you can’t mistake her, the other tall
girl is Letty Kinman, one
of St Angela’s head girls. Jeannie Brewster in her wheelchair of course, Jess Murchado is the dark haired girl, the blonde with the
ponytail and glasses is Anna Carlton, Becca Morse,
the two Nicola’s, the youngest girls are Katy Carter and Sandy Richmond, oh and
the others are Angels classmates of Poppy’s. They all come swimming here on
Saturdays when they can.”
“One big
mixed group…”
“Lay off it
Mum,” Pippa said as she eased her car back out into
traffic, “they are all, or will be, Angels one day, and yes they come from a
mixture of backgrounds, but I’m happy that Poppy is enjoying herself with such
nice girls.”
“Did I say
anything?”
“You know you
were damn well about to Mum.” Pippa stopped at a
light, “You know I’d forgotten all about this crap…”
“Darling,”
Amelia said with a sigh, “I’m simply saying that just as I encouraged you, that
Poppy should really just associate with the best people.”
“And who are
the best people Mum?” Pippa drove away as the light
changed.
“Important
people, people who can be valuable in later life…”
“Mum don’t
you realize it was crap like that which made me the awful person I became?”
“I did not
think you were, as you so bluntly put it, an awful person, and what crap are
you talking about?”
“Thinking
you’re better than someone because of your background, when they’re just human
as well. As I said, having a gun pointed
at you gives you a sense of perspective.
I realized I was wrong – and…”
“And?”
“Never mind,”
Pippa said, “I need to concentrate on the road. Let’s see how you feel after lunch.”
11 am
Hobart William Smith
“Hey –
welcome to my home away from home,” Jo said as she picked George up, making him
blush as she hugged him.
“Sandy says
she’s sorry to not be here,” Nessa said as she looked
round, “but the invite to spend the weekend with Katy came, and she said they
had a lot to talk about.”
“Hey it’s
cool,” Jo said, “I’ll see her next weekend anyway.”
“On
which note, thanks for volunteering to babysit next Saturday.
We both want to go to the event, but Abby and others will be there as
well, and George is away.”
“No problem –
right why don’t I show you my room?”
“If you want
to,” George said as they walked to the hall, passing the groups getting ready
for the parade.
“I thought
you only had eyes for Katy Carter, George,” Jo said with a smile as George
blushed.
“There are
times, like these, when I remember my days with Paulie
at Smith - you do seem to have settled here,” Nessa
said as they went into Jo’s room.
“Nice room –
where’s your roomie?”
“Gone shopping with her dad…”
11.30 am
Vanderbilt YMCA
“Now this is
the way to spend a Saturday morning,” Poppy said as she slipped into the pool,
“especially with Gran around.”
“Your gran’s here?”
“Oh yes – and
Mom is going to have fun today…”
“Where are
the youngsters?”
“Not sure,”
Abby said as she and Letty sat at the side of the
pool, before Katy slipped out. “Hey –
what’s happened?”
“Abby we have
a problem,” Katy pulled the model to one side. “Sandy is back in the changing
rooms freaking out.”
“Why?” Abby
looked concerned.
“She’s just
started her first…”
“Her first…Oh
Goddess you mean she’s having her first period?”
“Yes…and
she’s panicking.”
“Letty!”
Abby called over the other older girl. “Sandy just came on and she’s freaking.
Do you have…?”
“In my
bag…Look Katy have a quiet word with Doc so everyone
knows where we are please.”
“Will
do.”
“Why does
something like this always happen when someone’s Mom is out of town?” Abby
asked as the two tall girls hurried into the locker rooms.
“Doc?”
“Hey,” Anna
said as she and Pepsi watched Katy slip into the pool, “what’s happened?”
“Sandy has –
well, it’s the first time she…”
The two older
girls looked at each other before Pepsi said “gotcha – I’ll spread the word.”
“Abby and Letty have gone to help, what do we do?”
“Swim – the
worst thing you can do for Sandy is make a scene of it. Leave it with the other two,” Doc said as she
kicked off, Katy joining her.
“All right,”
Abby said as she and Letty sat with the young girl,
“Katy told us what was happening. Here.”
She handed Sandy a tissue and looked at
the twelve year old.
“Sandy you
know what is happening don’t you?” asked Letty.
“Yes, I’m
having my period,” the young girl sniffled.
“It’s nothing
to really worry about.” Abby put her arm round the young girl. “We’ve all been
through this.”
“Did your Mom
talk to you?” Letty asked. “About what’s happening?”
“Yes.” Sandy
looked up, “She thought though it would be a couple more months though
yet.” Looking down, she said “oh - I
have blood in my swimming costume.”
“Just
a little bit.” Letty smiled reassuringly. “Abby and I will help you clean
and I have something for you to use.”
“My little titties only just started growing, and I did get some white
discharge last month, but Mom said it would be a while yet…Abby am I going to
be alright?”
“You are
going to be fine…Here let me ring your Mom and you can talk to her.”
Taking her
cell phone from her locker, Abby dialed a number…
“Now what
does Abby want,” Sandy said as she looked at her phone.
“Hey Sandy
it’s Abby,” she heard as she answered the call, “we have a little crisis.”
“WHAT’S
WRONG?” Sandy shouted and gripped Heather’s arm.
“Nothing
major,” Abby said as she took little Sandy’s hand, “we are at the pool, and
Sandy has started her first period, she’s freaking a little.”
“Put me on to
her.” Abby could hear Sandy relax as she handed the phone over.
“Hi Mom,”
Little Sandy sniffled as she spoke.
“Hi Princess,
Abby said you are having your period.”
“Mom you said
it wasn’t supposed to start yet?”
“Darling,”
Sandy said quietly, “I got it wrong, but just listen to the girls, I’ll get
Abby to phone Aunt Jan and she’ll come take you home.”
“Mom I’m
bleeding…”
“You know
that’s normal darling, it’s like we talked about.”
“Mom
can you come home?”
“I’ll be
there tomorrow darling. Now put Abby
back on please.”
“Okay…I LOVE
YOU MOM!”
Little Sandy
passed the phone to Abigail.
“Abby if I
could get home today I would…”
“I know, but
we can look after her.”
“Phone Jan
please and get her to come collect the girls.”
“I’ll take
care of it – call her later,” Sandy heard Abby say as Jo looked at her.
“Let’s go and
get a drink, George,” Nessa said as she ushered the
young boy out of the room.
“What
happened,” Jo said as Sandy ended the call.
“It appears
Sandy is growing up.”
“Oh
– OH. Well, I’m glad Abby was there as well.”
“I agree –
but we have a fun chat coming tomorrow.”
“So do I have
to go into the pool?”
“Why don’t
you come with me,” Letty said, “we’ll get you cleaned
up and make you good, and then you can decide.”
As she led
Sandy off, Abby dialed another number and shook her
head.
“Jan? It’s Abby.
Listen, I need you to come and pick Katy and Sandy up from the
pool. Sandy had her monthly gift arise
for the first time today…”
“Oh boy,” Jan
said as she looked at her mother. “Yeah
– I’ll swing round and pick them up, and bring them back here. Just give me time to get what I need first.”
“Problem,”
Katherine said as Janice put the phone down.
“Not really –
it’s just Sandy growing up without warning.”
“Ah – we need
to get something in?”
“Yeah – I
won’t be long,” Jan said as she grabbed her coat and headed out.
1 pm
The Tavern on the Green
“It is a
pleasure to meet you, Lady Ashley,” Klaus said as he bowed and kissed her
hand. “Your daughter is a most
delightful woman.”
Pippa looked at Grace and rolled her eyes
as Amelia nearly simpered, and said “Well, it is always a pleasure to meet
people of importance, your highness…”
“Come – it is
Klaus. Tell me about your home, my dear
lady…”
“I see Klaus
is acting the perfect host,” Guy said as he and Diana stood with Juliette.
“Well, I for
one am glad,” Juliette said quietly. “I
do like Pippa, but when you meet her mother…”
“You see what
may have influenced her,” Diana said as Nikolai walked over.
“And who is
the vision talking to Klaus my dear?”
“That,” Diana
said quietly, “is Lady Amelia Ashley, Pippa’s
mother.”
“Indeed – a
fine looking woman,” Nikolai said as Jan and Adam stood talking to Jeanne
Marais.
“He didn’t,”
Jan giggled as she looked over to Juliette’s group.
“Hm-hm,” Jeanne said, “and let me tell you…”
“Will you
excuse me your highness,” Amelia said with a curtsey, “I need to powder my
nose.” She followed Pippa
over to the ladies room, looking round as she slipped in.
“So that’s Pippa’s mother Grace?”
“Oh yes –
can’t you tell she’s in her own personal heaven?”
“Well, she is
a most – attentive woman,” Klaus said with a smile. “Perhaps a little too much so…”
“Alright
Philippa darling - who relates to who, how and why?” Lady Ashley said as she cornered her
daughter along in the powder room.
“Mum,” Pippa said as she checked her lipstick, “you know you are
getting insufferable…”
“Enough of
the long words Philippa,” Amelia said as her accent
slipped into her negative Yorkshire, “WHO are your friends?”
“Why don’t
you just hire a private detective Mom? I’m sure they can do a better job of
telling you.” Philippa checked her makeup.
“Well, from
the modeling world we have Juliette Huntingdown, as well as Diana, Countess de Ros with her father, brother and sister in law. So four counts and
countesses. We also have a baron,
a clutch of law enforcement personnel, some mothers – oh and the florist and
real estate agent I told you about last night.”
“And yet
there are so many handsome men - I do take it Prince Klaus is taken?”
“Juliette is
the mother of one of his daughters.
Truth be told, they should have been married years ago when I knew them
in Paris…” Pippa
suddenly looked at her mother, and rolled her eyes as she said “Mother you
aren’t husband hunting for me again…ARE YOU?”
“Well,” her
mother said with a smile like a tiger, “I always hoped you’d find a father for
my granddaughter.”
“Really?
So you think there may be an eligible man here?” Pippa smiled and
looked at the mirror, before she said, “all right – come on, you can ask.
“But scratch Guy du Grechy off your
list,” Pippa decided to tease her mother, “far too
old, and his consort Valeria de Ros would scratch my
eyes out.
“And talking
of scratching, scratch Nikolai Barskov, even at his
age he’s still a skirt chaser.”
“Philippa, are you mocking me?”
“Moi?”
“You aren’t
taking me seriously…”
“Of course I
am Mum,” Pippa barely concealed the mockery in her
tone as they sat at a table.
“Indeed,”
Amelia said as she looked round. “Who is the rather charming, tall and muscular, but mature man?
Alexander I believe his name is?”
“Oh Alex is
well off bounds Mum…”
“I checked,”
Amelia said as she licked her lips, “he has no wedding ring.”
“Take it from
me, he’s completely off-limits.”
“You mean
he’s gay?” Lady Ashley asked in a shocked voice.
“Worse,” Pippa giggled, “he’s a priest.”
“Pity – he
would suit Poppy as a father…”
“He does – as
a Father,” Pippa said quietly.
“So let me
see – What of those two younger men over there?”
“Well let me
see Clint the tall one I think would disappoint you socially Mother, he’s a
driver.”
“Racing
cars?”
“No
- limousines.”
“You mean
he’s a chauffeur?” Lady Ashley sounded outraged.
“Not exactly,
he works for the United Nations in Diplomatic Protection. He was the hero in
getting that British representative away from the terrorist ambush last year.
But Susan his wife is an Insurance executive and I’ll definitely not chance her
claws and steal her man.”
“And
the other?”
“Not married,
but as good as to Jan Carter. Adam Ball is an FBI agent, a former marine, but
Jan is even tougher, he’s a mile off limits, and besides given your prejudices
Mother…he’s also Jewish.”
“Such a
pity,” Amelia said as she shook her head, totally missing the look of
desperation on her daughter’s face as Grace walked over.
“Enjoying yourself Amelia,” she said with the sweetest of smiles as
she sat down.
“So far so…”
“Forgive me –
may an old man buy you a drink?”
“Lady Amelia
Ashley, Prince Nikolai Barskov.”
“Charmed,”
Amelia said as she took Nikolai’s hand and stood up, “tell me all about
yourself…”
“Okay, who
did the rescue?”
“You’re
welcome,” Grace said with a smile. “You
look like you needed some down time.”
“Thanks,” Pippa said as she accepted a drink, and looked to the door,
as George Graham came in, Alex coming over and greeting him with a handshake.
“Isn’t that
George Graham? I’ve seen him around the
office meeting our finance people.”
“I think so –
I met him in passing at the end of the summer.
He was married to Sandy Richmond – Little Sandy and George are his kids.”
“Oh God – I
read about his wife. The poor man – how
is he doing?”
“Slowly
getting on with life,” Grace said quietly as George stood talking to some of
the other men.
“Oh, now he
looks good.”
“Mother,” Pippa said as Lady Ashley came back, “what are you talking
about?”
“The man who
just walked in – I wonder if he’s married.”
“He’s not,
but…”
“Thank you,
Grace DARLING,” Amelia said as she stood up and walked towards Alex and George.
“Gray, if she
starts trying to match us up…”
“Don’t even
go there, Pip – where’s…”
“Forgive me
for interrupting – I just wanted to introduce myself. Lady Amelia Ashley, Philippa’s
mother. And you are?”
Alex smiled
as he shook her hand and said “Pleasure to meet you – I’m Father Alexander
Richmond, and this is George Graham.”
“Charmed –
tell me, George, what do you work in?”
“The
financial sector – mainly handling large accounts.
I am one of the executors for the Jamie Kirkham scholarship, for
example.”
“Oh yes, Philippa was telling me about that. I must say, it does seem to be a noble
endeavour – she says it helps those who wish to pursue a career in medicine
through school and college?”
“That’s right,”
Alex said, “and the two recipients of the scholarships so far have proven the
usefulness of that support. Their
mothers are over there, talking to Natalia and Willy du Grechy.”
Lady Ashley
looked over to where Emma Carlton and Denice Burton
were talking with Mary Thomas, Natalia and Willy. Alex watched her as a brief look of contempt
passed over her face, before she smiled and said “well, I am sure the
scholarship only goes to truly deserving candidates.”
“Oh yes –
Wilhelmina Tennant and Kate Hardisty ensure they are
academically suitable, but that is the only real criteria alongside the
willingness to help others.”
“Indeed,”
Amelia said, “so egalitarian.”
“So what do
you do for a living, Lady Ashley,” George said, sensing that Alex was getting a
little uncomfortable.
“Oh, I chair
a number of committees at home, and I am active in the local Conservative Party
– I was Lady Mayoress of my home town several times.”
“What on
earth is Pippa’s mother doing,” Diana said as she and
Juliette listened to her loud laugh.
“Ju, we may need an intervention.”
“Oh,
why?”
Grace looked
over and said “because her mother is in husband hunting mode for her, and that
never ends well.”
“She can’t
seriously believe Alex is available.”
“It’s not
Alex I’m worried about…”
“Non,” Diana said as she looked over again, “surely…”
“You don’t
mind if I borrow George for a few minutes, do you Father? I would love him to meet my daughter.”
“Of course
not,” Alex said, smiling as Amelia led George away. Pippa groaned as
she came over and said “Philippa, this is George
Graham. George, my
daughter Philippa.”
“Nice to meet
you,” George said as he sat down.
“Now, you two
have a nice chat, while I go and talk to some of the other ladies,” Lady Ashley
said as she walked over to the bar, watching from the far side.
“Look,” Pippa said quietly as she turned her back to her mother, “I
am really, really sorry about this.”
“About
what?”
“She’s trying
to matchmake for me, and I’m afraid…”
“Oh… OH! Look, you seem like a nice enough…”
“It’s all
right – even if I was looking for a husband, I know
what happened to your wife. I would
never, ever seek to intrude on you after you went through that.”
“Thank you –
it’s not that I’m not flattered, but my life is my daughter now.”
“I can
understand that – and thank you for understanding. I just feel like I should crawl under a rock
somewhere,” Pippa said as she felt her eyes burning
into her back.
“Look – if
it’s any consolation, it’s not your fault,” George said quietly as they
whispered to each other.
“There we
are, Grace – don’t you think they make the perfect couple?”
Grace had the
most acute look of exasperation on her face as she looked at the others, who in
turn were looking at Lady Ashley, blissfully unaware of their shock at what she
was implying.
“Ju,” she whispered, “for the love of Pete, think of
something to do. We need to find a
distraction?”
“Allow me.”
Grace looked
at Klaus as he took Juliette’s hand, and said “Juliette, over twenty years ago
I was forced to make a terrible decision, and I know if I had chosen
differently, I would only have had one daughter instead of two. I thank the Lord above for Renate, for
Ingrid, and for Carina, but those last words of Renate as she lay dying are
still within me, to follow my heart and let Ingrid do the same.”
“Mon dieu,” Diana whispered as Klaus dropped to one knee, looked
up at Juliette and said “so today, I follow my heart. Juliette Huntingdown
– will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”
The room was
all looking at Juliette now, as she stared down at Klaus, for once totally lost
for words.
2 pm
West Central Park
“Come on in
and sit down,” Janice said as Katy and Sandy came into the apartment.
“How are you
feeling,” Katherine said as the two girls sat down.
“Not as
scared as I was earlier,” Sandy said with a small smile, “I was just taken by
surprise.”
“We stopped
off and had some lunch on the way back – I think a quiet night in is the best
thing we can all do,” Jan said as she sat down.
“I’m just glad I didn’t go to the lunch thing today…”
The telephone
rang as Katy and Sandy looked at some of their homework.
“Carter
residence?
“Adam? Don’t tell me there’s…”
Jan stood in
silence, and then looked at her mother as Katherine stared back.
“What? What’s happened?”
2 pm
The Village
“Well, that
was wonderful,” Sarah said as she pushed the plate away. “Thanks for inviting us round, Annie.”
“Hey – with Ama
out with the girls, and Caroline at this lunch thing, I could do with the
company,” Annie said as she cleared the plates away. “So, all ready for the Freshman
prom on Friday, Harriet?”
“Well, the
jazz band can at least put a few numbers together,” Harriet said with a smile,
“so long as everyone else likes it.”
“Gotta start somewhere Harriet,” Sarah said with a smile, as
Annie answered the phone.
“Hello?
“Caroline –
slow down, what are you…
“No,” Annie
suddenly said as she sat down and looked at the other two teachers. “And?”
2.15 pm
Hobart William Smith
“I do see
what you love about this place, Joanne – it really an oasis of calm.”
Jo nodded as
she stood with Nessa on the shores of the lake, while
Heather and Sandy helped George to feed some of the birds swimming on the
water.
“It is my own
little slice of heaven,” Jo said with a sigh, “only interrupted by the
occasional unexpected call.”
Taking out
her cell phone, she looked at the caller ID, and then said “Missy? I didn’t think I had anything…”
She then
listened in silence, looking at Nessa and the rest of
the family before she said “No…”
“Sis?
What’s happened?”
“No they’re
here, I’ll tell them – do they know yet?
“Yeah, yeah I
understand – I won’t say anything if they call me. We’ll all talk soon.”
“Jo,” Nessa said quietly, “what’s happened?”
2.30 pm
Park Avenue
“Shirley –
where are you darling,” John said as he came back in, placing his travel bag on
the floor. He looked in the drawing
room, then in the kitchen where Maisha was making
some coffee.
“Welcome home
Uncle John,” she said as she poured a mug and handed it to him, “how was your
journey?”
“Tiring –
have you seen Shirley anywhere?”
“She was
taking a telephone call in the den,” Maisha said as
John took a sip.
“Back in a
minute,” he said quietly as he sat the mug down, and made his way to the
room. As he went in, Shirley was
standing, looking out over Central Park.
“Hey – what
have I missed?”
He watched as
Shirley turned round, looking into her eyes as he said “seriously – what did I
miss…”
“Oh John,”
Shirley said with a smile before she walked over and hugged him…
7.45 pm local time
The Firecamp
“Oh my dear
Goddess,” Charlotte re-read the message as she emerged from the communications
tent, “I don’t believe it!”
“Something
bad?” Leader and
Liz said as they ran over.
“No,”
Charlotte shook her head, “It’s a personal message about two friends of mine…”
“Oh?” Liz
asked.
“Yes it seems
like while we have been fighting our little war, the rest of the world has gone
on turning.”
“You are
being obtuse Little Mother.” Leader stood hands on hips.
“Read it for yourselves,” Charlotte passed the two other women the
communication.
“Ah – I see,”
Leader said with a smile.
2.45 pm
John Hammond’s Studio
“Sorry we are
late Stephen, Mum’s car got stuck in traffic.” Jeannie said as she rolled
herself into the studio.
“Have you
heard the amazing news?” Eve yelled out.
“No! What news?”
Barbara spoke.
“Haven’t
either of you checked your phones?”
“I have them
turned off when I’m driving Stephen…Why?”
“Oh I think
you better look at your messages girls while Jeannie is in hair and makeup, you
are not going to believe it.” Eve laughed happily.
Jeannie
looked at her mother as she went into the area, while Barbara took out her cell
phone and looked at the messages.
“No… No… NO WAY!”
“Yes Way,”
Eve said as she hugged Barbara, “I wonder what Cassie will say?”
8 pm Local Time
Somewhere near Hereford
“Nice place
you have here, Penelope,” Natalya said as she sat in the lounge, sipping her
vodka. “You must be very pleased with
it?”
“I am
actually – and I’m reconnecting a bit with the local people,” Sandy said as she
sipped her wine. “Do you girls want to
watch a film?”
“Not one from
your personal collection – please,” Lily said with a smile, “I can do without
the blood letting tonight. So when do you fly to Hong Kong?”
“Tomorrow –
Gonna be good to…”
The telephone
ringing made Penny look round, saying “hold that thought” as she went to answer
it.
“Hello?
“Oh hi Susan
– what’s…
“You are
KIDDING me!”
Natalya and
Lily looked over as Penny grinned, and said “Yeah, I got it. Yeah – I’ll talk to them tomorrow.”
They watched
as Penny put the phone down, went to the kitchen, and re-appeared with a bottle
of champagne and three glasses.
“We’re
celebrating…”
2 am local time
Hong Kong
Closing the
door quietly behind herself, Kylie sat down in the
sitting room, slipping off her shoes as she looked at her cell phone.
“Oh my,” she
said quietly as she read one message in particular, and then whooped in delight
as she danced round the room.
“Kylie are you only just getting back in?” Marina said as she wandered
into the sitting room, rubbing her eyes.
“Yes, the
party ran late…Sorry!” Marina was taken
by surprise as Kylie wrapped her arms round her older friend’s neck and hugged
her.
“But what’s
got you so hyped up? Nothing you took I hope?”
“NO! You know
I don’t approve of drugs darling…No just look at this!”
She thrust her cellphone
into the older girl’s face.
“What am I
looking at?” it took Marina’s eyes a moment to focus.
“Did you
hear?” Catherine said as she came running out of her bedroom.
“I’m just
reading it,” Marina laughed with happiness.
3.10 pm
Princeton
The Economics
seminar was in full swing as the lecturer looked out over the small group.
"Do you believe,
Ingrid, that either the IMF or the World Bank has really been effective in
fulfilling the goals that were set up for them at their creation?"
"Not
totally Peter, but can any institution ever be considered totally effective. Is
perfection ever possible?"
“A fair point
– but do you think they have an important contribution to make?”
“That depends
on how you interpret their mission…” Ingrid
paused as she felt her mobile hum. "Sorry, it's my father it says
urgent," she said as she apologized to the group and moved to the side.
"You really should turn your devices off Ingrid," Dr. Kraczyk reminded her before Ingrid shouted out "YOU
DID WHAT PAPA!"
“Ingrid?”
“My apologies
Peter – I’ll call later,” Ingrid said as she put her phone away.
“Family
problem?”
“No – no
problem at all,” Ingrid beamed, “now, about the way political groups try to
influence the goals of the IMF…”
3 pm
Yale
“Carina, you
think that the current problems in Europe could be addressed by looking at the
way the Holy Roman Empire flourished?”
"All I'm
saying is that the pan-national element of the Empire may be seen as a model
for a united Europe of the future." Carina said as she argued her point. “But for that to happen, all parties need to
buy into the common vision as the areas did then.”
“Expand on
that please – I’m sorry, does anyone know who that is at the window?”
David shook
his head as Carina looked over to see Judy tapping on the window of the
classroom, holding up Judith, and with a huge smile on
her face.
"I'm sorry Professor, I think I'm wanted
outside."
“Very well
Carina,” the professor said as Carina stood up and left the room, David
watching as she walked round and started talking to Judy. A moment later, she screamed, and then
started dancing round with Judith as Judy watched them both.
“I think it
might be good news, sir,” he said, “I’ll make sure she gets her books.”
“Ingy, have you heard?”
“Yeah – Dad
just called me – they finally did it!”
“I’m heading
down with Judith tomorrow. You come up –
we’re taking them to lunch, whether they like it or not!”
3.30 pm
4th Avenue
Poppy looked
up as the apartment door opened, and she saw her mother and grandmother walk
in.
“I still
think he would be a velly… A velly… A bloody good match for you dear, but it’s
too late now,” Lady Ashley said in a broad Yorkshire accent, slurring her words
as Pippa looked at her daughter.
“Give me a
minute,” she said with a grin as she escorted her mother to the spare bedroom, Poppy watching as she heard her grandmother start to sing a
choice rugby song, Pippa coming out and closing the
door behind her before she flopped into a chair.
“What’s wrong
with Gran,” Poppy said as she put her book down,
“She had a
few drinks – as did I,” Pippa said with a smile. “The lunch turned into an impromptu
celebration. Your darling grandmother
tried to get me married off again.”
“Oh boy – so
she drowned her sorrows?”
“In a way –
but she got blindsided. You’ve met Miss Huntingdown and her partner, Klaus, right?”
“Miss Huntingdown yes but not Klaus – why? Did he propose to her?”
“Actually –
yes,” Pippa said as she stretched her legs out.
“And did she
say yes?”
Pippa smiled and said “been here alone
long?”
“Been back a
while, but not alone. We have a
visitor?”
“Who,” Pippa said before a woman said “Ee
lass that’s some bathroom – oh, there you are young Pips. So where’s that mother of yours?”
“Aunt
Maggie?”
1 pm Pacific Time
Maddie
Moore’s apartment
“Hey,” Emma
said as she came back in, placing the brown paper bag on the table, “Who’s on
the phone?”
“Yeah, I’ll
tell her,” Maddie said as she looked at Emma, beaming
from ear to ear. “I’ll pass on the news,
and congratulations, both of you.”
“I ask again
– who was on the phone?”
“Ju Huntingdown,” Maddie said as she replaced the handset, “we may have
another wedding to prepare for soon.”
“Her prince
finally asked?”
Maddie nodded as Emma smiled. “Well, that would be something worth going
to…”
6 pm
The Huntingdown
Apartment
“I’m
curious,” Juliette said as she sat with Klaus, his arm round her shoulders,
“what would you have done if I had said no?”
“Borne it
with good grace and fortitude,” Klaus said, “and then asked you again a few
weeks later.” He leaned over as they
kissed, and then said “the girls seemed to be excited about it.”
“I can
imagine – Sigi?”
“She and
Dieter are flying over on Tuesday – I believe she said something about
demanding to arrange the bridal shower?”
“Oh wonderful
– does she know what she’s letting herself in for,” Juliette said as she shook
her head. “So does this mean I have to
move to Furstenheim?”
“No – I think
we’re old enough and mature enough to trust each other and continue as we are –
save for the name change.”
“And
the wedding?”
“We’ll
discuss that once the shock has died down,” Klaus whispered as he kissed her
again. “So, why don’t I take you out to
dinner – you can pick the place?”
“Nah – I’d
rather just sit here with you,” Juliette said as she put her head on his chest.
Sunday 4th October
10 am
4th Avenue
“Come in,”
Poppy said as she opened the apartment door to her Aunt Margaret.
“Thank you,
poppet,” she said as she smiled and came in.
Standing a few inches taller than her great-niece, Margaret Harker had short grey hair, and was wearing an open necked blouse
and jeans.
“So where is
your mother?”
“Sorting out
some food – come away in,” Pippa called through from
the kitchen. As Margaret came in, she
looked at Pippa and said “I have to say, Pippa lass, you’re looking well all things considered.”
“You mean
with Mother coming over as well? Thanks
for saying so.”
“Where is
she?”
“Back at her
hotel, which gives me the chance to ask the 64,000 dollar
question. What happened this
time?”
“What usually
happens, love – my sister sees her social position under threat, she blames me,
and off she goes.”
“Yeah – I’d
heard that part. What caused it this
time?”
“What did she
tell you?”
“She said it
was something about you revealing she dyes her hair…”
“Oh for the
love of… She goes to the same flaming
hairdresser as Constance Barkley. They
all know – she’s just too much a Hyacinth Bouquet to admit it!”
“A what,”
Poppy said as she sat down.
“It means
your beloved gran is too much of a snob to realize
everyone knows her secrets,” Margaret said as she accepted a coffee. “Well, that was part of it, but I didn’t tell
them. I think she’s more miffed that IDS
and Theresa spoke to me rather than her.”
“Well, why
did they want to talk to you rather than her – apart from the obvious reasons?”
“I’ve been
campaigning for the rights of some of the local estate families to be
maintained while all the cuts were going on – so I was lobbying them. It’s what I do, as you well know Pippa.”
“Your aunt
Maggie is a bit of a thorn in the side of politicos,” Pippa
said with a smile as she put some bread and pastries out. “Probably why she and your gran don’t get on that well.”
“Look, enough
about us – how are you two? I haven’t
spoken to you since you had those intruders in the house.”
“We’re
getting there,” Pippa said as she sat with Poppy, “it
made a few home truths clear to both of us, and meant we finally cleared up a
few longstanding things.”
“Oh
– such as?”
“Grace
Gresham lives in New York now – we’ve rekindled our friendship.”
“Oh does she
now?”
“Yeah,” Poppy
said, “she’s Dean of Students at my school.”
“I saw the
fashion show where she reemerged – I’m glad you two
cleared the air. I like her – do you
think she’d mind if I dropped in to see her?”
“Nope – she
lives down in Greenwich Village. I’ll
give you her address.”
“Thanks – and
I’m sorry she landed on you again. From
what I heard through her mumblings last night, you’ve upset her a bit as well.”
“Depends –
does telling her I won’t let her drag me back down the path I was walking
count?”
“Yeah, that
might do it,” Maggie said with a grin. “And good for you – both of you. Those glasses really suit you Poppy – brings
out the colour of your eyes.”
Poppy blushed
as her great aunt sipped her coffee.
“And I must say, you seem a lot happier Pippa – that’s good as well.”
“You two need
to talk, sort this out – I can’t play piggy in the middle forever, you know.”
“I know, I
know,” Margaret said as Poppy headed to the toilet, before she whispered “but
she’s never ever forgiven me for how I helped you back then. Especially…”
“I know – and
someday I need to tell Poppy that. But
if that’s what is the problem, let’s start to sort it
out tomorrow.”
“Why not
today?”
“She needs
some space to lick her wounds – and I think Gray would like to see you.”
1 pm
The Village
Grace was
working through her lesson plans for the week when she heard the apartment
doorbell. Putting down her pen and
papers on the coffee table, she walked down to the door and opened it.
“Well now
this is a sight for sore eyes,” she said with a smile as she opened the door,
“Come away in Maggie.”
“Why thank
you, Grace,” Maggie said as she came up, “it’s been a long time. You’re looking
good.”
“So are you –
tea?”
“Decent
tea?”
“Yorkshire
Tea,” Grace said as they went through to the kitchen. “The fact you’re here suggests you’ve seen Pippa.”
“Shocked the
heck out of her yesterday,” Maggie said as she sat down, “and now I need to
make up with my sister.”
“Amelia? Did Pippa tell you
what she tried to do yesterday?”
“Fix her up
with an eligible young widower – yeah she told me. You’d think she’d know by now…”
“Does
she? Does she know?”
“Who
Poppy’s dad is? No, I don’t think so – if she did, we would
all have heard about it.”
Nodding,
Grace poured the hot water into a pot, rinsed it out and then added the tea
bags with more water. “You know, I never
got the chance to thank you for helping me out then. It wasn’t easy having to move at such short
notice.”
“Well, I knew
the opening was there at Downwood – and I still had
some pull on the board then. It was a
damn shame what they did to you, Grace.”
She watched
as Grace poured two mugs, added milk and passed one over to her. “Eee that’s good,”
Maggie said as she sipped the brown liquid, and then followed Grace to the
front room.
“What
happened happened – after Amelia got her oar in in Devizes, and tried to out me…”
“There are
times,” Maggie said quietly, “when I could throttle Amy, but what can you do?”
“Well, then I
just wanted to disappear again – now…”
“You’ve
rediscovered your gift – no more hiding for you. By the way,” Maggie said as she sipped her
tea, “I met Fiona MacKenzie the other day. Did you know?”
“Juliette
told me – poor woman. I’m heading over
next month, so I’ll catch up with her then…”
1 pm
The Huntingdown
Apartment
Juliette
looked up from her seat as the apartment door opened, and Carina came in,
carrying Judith in her arms. Carina was
wearing a black leather jacket over a jersey dress, while her daughter was
wearing a blue dress with pink leggings.
“Well this is
a nice surprise,” Juliette said as she stood up, “I wasn’t expecting to see you
until next weekend.”
“I know, but
this funny thing happened yesterday,” Carina said as Judith reached out to her
grandmother. “I was sitting in my
history seminar when Jude came tapping on the
window. Seems her
mother had called her with this crazy story that my mother had got engaged.”
“Well, I
cannot imagine where she heard such a story from,” Juliette said as she tickled
Judith.
“Well, I
asked a little more, and it seems she heard it from some people who had been at
a lunch with you yesterday – so you can imagine my great surprise when I call
you, Pops answers the phone and says you’re in a state of shock, and, oh, by
the way – you accepted?”
“I cannot
tell a lie,” Juliette said as she looked at Carina, “I was that woman.”
“Okay. Good. Fine. Then I have
only one thing to say on the matter.”
“And that
is?”
Carina hugged
her daughter and mother, before saying “so where is he?”
“Right here,”
Klaus said from the kitchen, “I just wanted to wait until you finished
talking.”
“I am so
happy for both of you,” Carina said as she ran up and kissed him.
“So am I,”
Ingrid said as she came in, hugging and kissing Juliette before she came
over. “My Economics tutor is not happy
with me, but I am ecstatic.”
“History in
my case,” Carina said. “So come on – we
are going out for lunch and you are going to tell me everything.”
“What’s there
to tell? Klaus asked me to marry him, I
said yes…”
“Thus
throwing the entire Sinnerz collective into whoops of
euphoria – but we get first dibs on you today, so grab your coat – we’re going
out!”
“Just out of
interest,” Ingrid said as she tickled Judith, “how have the others reacted?”
“Well, Diana
is over the moon – but Sandy and Nessa are not due
back until later today. We’re meeting up
at their house tonight, so I guess we will find out then…”
3 pm
West Central Park
“Welcome back,” Katherine said as she opened
the door to Sandy, “you missed an eventful day.”
“So I am led
to believe, in more ways than one,” she said as she followed Katherine into the
front room, where little Sandy was sitting with Katy.
“Hey
princess,” she said as she knelt down to hug her daughter, “Jo says to send her
love. How are you feeling?”
“Better –
Aunty Jan and Katy have looked after me,” little Sandy said.
“Has there
been much?”
“A
little more. It just really scared me Mom.”
“Okay then –
you go and get your things. Heather and
Granny are waiting for you, and George has promised not to tease you.”
As she went
to get her bag, Sandy looked at Jan and said “well?”
“Well?”
“Come on –
did he really get down on one knee?”
“Oh yes he
did – I tell you, Ju was struck dumb for a good
couple of minutes, before she just nodded.
I think Diana almost lifted her out of the room after that.”
“It must have
gone round like wildfire after that.
When Jo told us, I think the cheer almost sank a rowing boat on the
lake.”
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