Homecoming
Queen
Thursday
25th June
12.45 pm
JFK
Airport
As Clint
stood with April in his arms, Susan nervously looked up at the arrivals
board.
“Will you
relax,” he said with a smile, “they’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“I know I
know – but it’s the uncertainty, what they will be like…”
Clint
looked at his wife, wearing a sleeveless blouse and shorts in the early summer
warmth, and then looked at April. “See – your mummy does worry about a
few things, kiddo,” he said with a smile.
“I know –
and we have a lot to talk about, but…”
The doors
that led from the arrivals area opened as passengers started to come through,
“Where are
they, where are they…”
“Err,
Susan?”
“Yes?”
Clint
nodded to the doors, as two young women walked through. The taller one
had her red hair cut in a pixie cut, and wore a pale blue trouser suit, the
jacket over a blue silk blouse, a pair of black pumps with three inch heels on
her feet. She carried a large designer bag, which Susan recognized as the
Jameson bag, and large sunglasses covered her eyes.
The young
teenager with her had her blonde hair cut short as well, and wore a short white
jacket over a yellow silk dress, the skirt coming to just above her
knees. She was slim, and walked with a poise and grace that would grace a
woman twice her age. Her legs were thin, and smooth, as she walked in the
high-heeled sandals, her large framed glasses sitting on her nose, her smile
broadening as they walked towards the young family.
“Kylie?”
Susan’s jaw dropped at the sight of the ultra chic young teen.
“Amazing
isn’t it?’ Marina laughed as Clint kissed her on the cheek.
“It can’t
be…” Susan shook her head.
“Can’t be
what darling?” Kylie said in a refined English accent, as she kissed both Susan
and Clint.
“Oh no she hasn’t?”
“I’m afraid
she has.” Marina laughed again, “and what is worse she finds it hard now to
switch this Kylie off and go back to the old one.”
“Well I
hear very little North London left in your voice either Rina.”
“Oh I can
let it come back…”
“Just
about.” Kylie finished the sentence. “Hello April – you’ve grown a lot as
well.”
“Yes she
has,” Susan, said as she took April from Clint, who tipped the porter and took
the luggage trolley he had been pushing.
“Well how
was the flight?” he asked as they walked along.
“Tolerable,”
Kylie slowly drawled the word. “Even in first class it is still terribly,
terribly tiring.”
“You flew
first class?”
“A bonus
from Catherine for our respective reports.” Marina nodded.
“She sent
me copies, she says that your Cantonese improves every day Rina, and that you
are starting Mandarin.”
“Yes I am.”
“And you
young lady, other than your problems still with Math…”
“It is
improving Susan.”
“Are doing
excellently the school says.”
“Well they
think I’m on course to do my GCSE’s at normal age, then A Levels when the time
comes.”
“Have you
looked at any of the London day schools?”
“I have,
I’m thinking Godolphin and Latymer might suit me best.”
“It’s
supposed to be a top school.”
“So I was
reading darling.”
“This new
you is going to take some getting used to.” Susan shook her head, as Clint
wheeled the baggage cart towards the parking structure.
“I suspect
that this feels more like a proper homecoming then London will.” Marina said as
she glanced round at the New York skyline.
“It really
does feel so good to be back you know.” Kylie stifled a yawn.
“Tired
Kylie?”
“A little
Susan, but I’m okay.”
“And you
Marina?”
“Just lead
me to my bed…PLEASE!”
“I can’t
tempt you to eat any of my cooking?”
“Later
please Clint.” Marina smiled a little.
“So when
did you go clothes mad Kylie?”
“Clothes
mad? Am I?”
“You know
very well you are Kylie,” Marina shook her head. “Her best friend at school is
a girl called Natalia Ostrenkova, and Natalia and she seemingly spend half
their day looking at, or trying on clothes.”
“Oh and
like you don’t Marina?” Kylie giggled, “Catherine is starting to swear that
Marina dresses better than she does.”
“How is the
training with Helen going?”
“Well we hope,”
for a moment Kylie looked serious, “Helen is amazing, what she is teaching us
is amazing.”
“Kylie
aided Helen on a piece of work last week.” Marina added.
“And?”
“The deer
was harder Susan.”
“I
understand.”
“What about
you Marina?” asked Clint.
“I go next
time Helen needs an assistant.”
“Gotcha.”
Clint nodded.
“So who is
in residence? I presume Juliette and the girls are still in London?”
“Yes they
are – did you see the show?”
“We did,”
Kylie said, “and I want to personally congratulate Jeannie when she gets back.”
“Well, they
fly back Monday I think – it’s Shirley’s housewarming this weekend, for which I
have sent apologies for all of us, and she understands. Caroline and Ama
are visiting their grandfather, but the other girls are around – and they
wondered if you would go with them for a meal tomorrow night.”
“Sounds
divine,” Kylie said, “Catherine and Helen are flying in next week as well.”
“So she
told me – Marina, I have a message from Janine. If you are up to it, can
you call tomorrow afternoon and meet her new assistant?”
“Of course
I can,” Marina said as Clint drove into the car park of their apartment block,
“but for now, I need a nap.”
“We both
do,” Kylie said with a nod as Clint stopped the car.
“Right then
– you two go up with Susan and the baby, and I’ll bring your bags up.
You’re in the same room as before.”
Friday
26th June
7 am
Upper
West Side
Susan was
sitting at the breakfast bar, checking her mail as she fed April her breakfast,
when a video call came in.
“Hey
Juliette,” she said as she answered the call, “how’s the weather in Ordford?”
“Not too
bad, thank you – how are the house guests?”
“Not out of
bed yet – they slept a little when they got here, and went to bed late, but Ju
you are not going to believe the change in them.”
“I spoke to
Cathy and Marina on Monday, so I know about her, but they did hint Kylie was a
different matter.”
“Well, let
me put it this way – Mandy has competition.”
Juliette
leaned back, and looked to the side. “I’ll tell her that at lunch,” she
said.
“Well as
disguises go, it’s remarkable Juliette, I can’t see anyone connecting this
Kylie, to the street smart little thug she once was. Even the way she moves are
those slow languid graceful movements, that match to her voice perfectly.”
“Wonderful,
well it is hiding in plain sight after all…and Marina?”
“Brisk,
business like, sounds like she came down from Oxford only a year or so ago.
Catherine has taught her immaculate taste in clothes, frankly I’m envious of
most of what she unpacked.”
“Again, who
is going to connect her to the leader of a street gang.”
“I know.”
“So how is
April?”
“Being a
little ratty, she’s teething.”
“That is
never fun.”
“Hey, did I
hear mention of teething,” Carina said as she looked at the screen. “Are
the rings helping?”
“A little –
so you’re all back Monday?”
“We are –
we go to Shirley’s party tomorrow, then fly back for Monday lunchtime.”
“Well, I’ll
see you then.” She looked to the door as she heard the toilet
flushing. “Clint’s up – I’ll talk to you later.”
“Have a
good day,” Juliette said as she ended the call, and Susan put the lid down.
“Hey – is
that coffee fresh,” Clint said as he came in.
“Fresh
enough – any sign of life from the girls?”
“Not yet –
I’m sure they will get up when they are ready, so I’ll leave a set of keys for
them. What have you got today?”
“Meetings,
bloody meetings,” Susan said as she wiped April’s chin. “I’ll drop April
off with Orlanda on the way to the office.”
“It’s good
of George to allow her to watch April as well.”
“I know – I
owe him a lot for that. Right little one – you behave for Daddy while
Mommy gets cleaned up, and then we’ll get you ready.”
April
looked at Susan as she walked off, frowning slightly.
“Oh dear –
your gums really hurt, don’t they,” Clint said as he drank his coffee.
“Don’t worry – it’s worth it.”
2 pm
Complete
Style Magazine
“Ai, that’s
a good piece of work there Janine,” Mary Thomas said with a smile. “Ju
will approve that I’m sure.”
“Good to
hear,” Janine said as she stood in her peach jumper, blue jeans and short
boots. “But Alexis deserves some credit as well.”
“Oh I’m
sure you will make sure she gets it,” Mary said as the door to the conference
room opened.
“Ah – I’m
sorry, I didn’t realize you were having a meeting. I was looking for Janine.”
“Marina?
Good lord girl, you have changed,” Janine said as she walked over and hugged
the new arrival. “Hong Kong has done you the power of good.”
“Hard work,
I assure you,” Marina said as she stood in her white blouse, dark trousers and
waistcoat. “Mary, it’s good to see you as well, and congratulations.”
“I
congratulate you girl – you look good,” she said with a smile.
“You wanted
to introduce me to someone Janine?”
“Sure – we
done Mary?”
“We done
girls,” Mary said as Janine took Marina by the arm and led her to her work
area. Alexis was sitting at her desk, looking through some papers, her
hair pulled back in a ponytail.
“Alexis?”
“Oh hi
boss,” she said as she looked up, “what’s up?”
“I wanted
you to meet Marina, Cathy Lu’s assistant. Marina, this is Alexis my
assistant.”
“Pleased to
meet you,” she said as they shook hands. “So you’re around for the next
couple of months?”
“That’s right
– looking forward to working with you.”
“Right –
come on, let’s go and grab a coffee.”
3 pm
Central
Park
“Hey,”
Becca said as she and Nikki walked towards the fountain, “how’s your week been
so far?”
“I can’t
complain,” Pepsi said as she sat on the edge. All three girls were
wearing short-sleeved blouses and jeans, with sneakers. “Any sign of Doc
yet?”
“Someone
mention my name,” Anna said as she came and joined them. “So where is
she?”
“She should
be here by now – I wonder what’s keeping her?”
“Hello
girls.”
The four of
them turned and looked at Kylie, in her white satin blouse, skintight jeans and
black high-heeled sandals.
“Kylie?”
Doc stared at the young woman and said “Wha… What…”
“Yes, it’s
me,” Kylie said with a smile, “let’s just say I have learned a great deal over
the last few weeks. How are you all?”
“Amazed,”
Pepsi said as she looked at her. “Are we worthy?”
“Of course
you are,” Kylie said as she hugged each of them. “So what are we going to
do?”
“Go and
find a drink, I think,” Nikki said. “Let’s go.”
Half an
hour later, they were sat at a café, watching the world go by as they sipped
their drinks.
“So Jeannie
and Ama get back on Monday, I understand?”
“That’s
right – We’ll get together my place Monday night, trade stories.”
“That
sounds divine, dar… Everyone,” Kylie said with a smile.
“That’s
settled then – now… Oh shoot.”
“What’s
up?”
“Mom,”
Becca said as she looked at her phone.
“We’ll go
and get more drinks,” Nikki said as she and Pepsi got up.
“We’ll give
you a little peace,” Doc said as she indicated with her head, Kylie following
her as they looked out over the lake.
“Family
problems?”
“Not really
– they’re trying to decide what they’re doing after the fourth.”
Kylie
nodded as she whispered “Well Kitten have you had to?”
“Twice, and
you Kittycat?”
“Just the
one occasion, but there were two scores.”
“Looks like
we are tied.”
“It does
Kitten.” Kylie smiled as they leaned over the railing. “I read about Philadelphia,
a very nice piece of work.”
“We thought
so.” Doc laughed lightly. “I’ll tell you what happened the night before
later though – that one still has not become public.”
“And what
is this I hear about a steady boyfriend?”
“You hear
right, he’s from Chicago, he’s cute and he is adorable…anyone in your life?”
“Who gets
the time?”
“That’s
what all of us used to say.”
Kylie
smiled as she said, “No – I go to a girl’s school, after all. But I
seriously have had little spare time until this holiday.”
“Hey – you
two, come on. Fresh drinks here.”
“We’ll talk
later,” Doc said as they walked back over.
“Oh sorry
girls,” Kylie looked at her mobile as it rang, “Its my friend in HK.” She
grinned as she answered, “Hey Nat, you’re up early for a Saturday morning...I’m
in a café with the girls…Nat says Hi Guys…So what are you doing today?” Kylie
grinned some more. “Well tell everyone at the Beach Club, I’m having fun in the
Big Apple, and yes that includes Tommy Wen…No I’m definitely not interested in
him Nat, but if you are? Go ahead…Yeah I hear your sister calling, Have fun at
the club…Bye darling.”
“Nat?” asked
Becca.
“Natalie my
best friend at school.” Kylie sipped her drink.
“And who is
Tommy Wen? I thought you said no boyfriends Kylie?” Doc asked.
“He’d like to
be, but he’s four inches shorter then I am, and that’s before I put shoes on.”
“Sounds a
definite non-starter to me.” Pepsi remarked.
“Did you hear
our Anna landed herself a man?” Nikki asked.
“I did, he
sounds dreamy.”
“Leaves me
and you Kylie as the only two bachelorettes left.” Nikki smiled.
“Well I’m not
in a hurry, I am still catching up on my schooling, I’m learning martial arts,
and I’ve discovered I simply adore fashion, men come a poor fourth in my
priority list.”
“Well, the
way you’re looking now, I don’t think it will be too long. Me, on the other hand…”
“Now come on
darling,” Kylie drawled, “he’s out there for you, I’m sure of it.”
Nikki smiled
as the girls started talking.
8 pm
Sports Bar
“And that’s
another fantastic strike…”
“A girls
night out was a great idea was a great idea Janine?” Marina shouted above the
roar from the bars patrons as the Yankees hit a grand slam homer.
“I heard
Caroline raving about this place when she dropped in the office a while back,
she said she and Dan had a great night here.”
“I can
understand why,” Marina cast an eye round, “the food is good, the beer is cold,
and the room is full of likely looking men.”
“So I hear
you are a linguist Marina?” Alexis asked as she drank her beer from a bottle.
“I try to
be.”
“And don’t
let her modesty fool you, she speaks four, is mastering a fifth, and starting a
sixth.” Janine smiled proudly at her friend.
“Wow!”
“My company
wanted me to add Cantonese, so they arranged this year with Huntingdown’s to
learn it, I’m picking it up fast so I’m starting Mandarin as well.”
“And getting
to live in Hong Kong while you do it?”
“That’s a
bonus Alexis.” Marina smiled, realizing
how much she had become accustomed to this life now.
“So what will
you do back at Xavier once you’ve finished in Hong Kong?”
“Basically
what Janine does Alexis, a PA to a senior manger in the International Division
back in London.”
“Changing the
subject girls,” Janine whispered, “men ahoy.”
“Can we buy
you girls a drink,” a tall blonde haired man in a jumper and khakis asked.
“Three Coors
Lights.” Janine spoke for the group, “And I’m Janine, this is Alexis, and she’s
Marina.”
“Hi, well I’m
Bobby, this is Derek, and our shy friend is Linden.”
“Nice to meet
you boys,” Marina shook hands.
“So what are
you doing here?” Linden asked.
“It’s a
welcome party for Marina, she’s visiting from Hong Kong.” Janine replied, “We
all sort of work for the same people though.”
“Doing what?”
asked Derek.
“We all work
in fashion…”
“Are you
models?”
“I wish
Bobby,” Marina laughed, “no we are just three humble PA’s, they work for a
fashion writer, I work for a manufacturer.”
“Could have
fooled us,” Derek said.
“Flatterer,”
Janine said with a smile as Alexis watched them all.
“I’m sorry,
are you all right,” Linden said as he looked at her.
“Hmmm – yeah
I’m fine. Just a bit shy,” she said
quietly as she sipped her beer.
“Listen, we
know a club near here. Want to go there
later?”
“Maybe – if
you boys behave yourselves,” Marina said with a smile.
Saturday 27th June
11 am
The Vanderbilt YMCA
"Well it
might not be the Hong Kong Beach Club, but it’s still a good place for a
swim." Doc spoke as she admired the cut of Kylie's bathing suit.
"It's
the company that's more important than the venue darling." Kylie said as
she slowly wiggled her way to the pool edge, where Ally Rochermann was sitting
with Pepsi and Nikki.
She looked
up, wearing her red swimsuit, and saw Kylie in her black and white suit, cut with
side panels from hip to chest bare.
"Surely
that's not you Kylie?"
"Well if
it isn't somebody has taken over my body Ally." Kylie hugged the former
Angel. "I thought I heard you and your family vacationed up on the North
Fork?"
"We do,
but we came back for a few days to welcome home all those who've been in
Europe."
"Not
Hong Kong Darling?"
"Oh and
of course Hong Kong. Kylie you look different, sound different, and well I
thinks it's FANTASTIC!" Ally hugged her again.
"Kylie!"
Nell's jaw dropped, "OH MY GODDESS!"
"Hey
Nell," the English girl kissed her on both cheeks.
“What has
happened to you? Your look, your voice,
everything…”
“I found
myself – the school has taught me so much in so short a space of time, and
living where I do I started to blend in more and more.”
“Well, girl,
you are going to be a hit with the boys round here looking and talking like
that – just be prepared if Mandy or Angel see you.”
“Oh I am
ready,” Kylie said as she slipped in and started to swim up the pool.
“Talk about
Eliza Doolittle,” Ally whispered.
“I know – and
she looks amazing for it,” Doc said with a smile as she dived in, catching up
with Kylie.
1 pm
Belmont Park
“Thank you
for inviting me to lunch Gus.” Curt said as he shook his host’s hand.
“Well we
decided that with SaintzandSinnerz running this afternoon, we’d make it a gent’s
afternoon here at Belmont Park.”
“Here Curt.”
Henri passed him a glass of wine as he sat at the table.
“I heard you
talking on Public Radio about the contradictions that must have existed in the
personality of Birgitte von Furstenburg.” Roy said as he passed Curt a salmon
sandwich.
“I know, the
more I read, then the more fascinating she seems. She was a complete
psychopath, but I think we can clear her on this new evidence of the racist and
Nazi tags. Jews were just the victims because they were available.”
“But she also
used her position to save the lives of thousands at the risk of her own life.”
Gus nodded as though he found very hard to understand.
Curt
nodded. “I believe she had two distinct
personalities, one the sadistic psychopath, the other this humane woman who did
what she could.”
“Do you think
each personality was aware of the other?” Tom Callaghan asked.
“Probably.”
Curt nodded, “and they fought for control in her head.”
“Well I for
one must be grateful to her?” Adam Ball looked up from the pages of the Daily
Racing Form.
“How so Adam,”
asked Willie de Grechy.
“But for her
I’d not be alive, my great-grandmother was among those she helped escape.”
“Well that is
a good motive.” George Edwards nodded.
“So where is
Grant?”
“”Down in the
stabling block, fretting as always.” Guy topped up Curt’s glass.
“And what are
the ladies doing this afternoon?”
“Well,” Gus
said as she looked at her watch, “those in New York are gathering for
lunch. Those in London – they should be
getting ready for the housewarming party that Shirley and John are throwing
tonight.”
“Wish you
were there?”
“Surprisingly,
no – this is for their friends over there, and then they are flying back after
that.”
7 pm British Summer Time
Chelsea
“This must be
the place,” Will Fitzstuart said as he stopped at the gated entrance to a
riverside row of flats. “Who wants to do
the honours?”
“I’ll do it,”
Juliette said as she climbed out and walked up to the entry phone, pressing a three-digit
number into the panel.
“Hello?”
“John, it’s
Ju – I have a vanload of assorted Huntingdown, Fitzstuart and Smith with me.”
“Welcome –
end house,” John said as the gate swung open, and Will drove in, Juliette
walking along before the gates closed.
“Nice,” Mandy
said as they stopped outside a Georgian house, “Very nice indeed.” She climbed out with Carina, Annie, Angel and
Jo, while the boys got out with Will.
All were dressed for the warm June weather, the women in short sleeved
dresses and comfortable shoes, the men in shirts and trousers.
“Welcome,”
John Hammond said as he opened the door, “welcome. Shirley is holding court out on the balcony –
come and join the others.”
“Thank you
for inviting us John,” Will said as they made their way into a large white
hallway, with some of John’s photos hanging on the wall, as well as some of
Shirley’s art collection. As the maid
took their coats, John said “through here” and led them into a large, long room
that looked out over the river. As they
went in, Juliette went out onto the balcony, saying “hi,” to Shirley and Sandra
as they stood outside with some other guests.
“Juliette –
you made it,” Shirley beamed as she kissed her on both cheeks. “I’ll give you the grand tour later, but for
now, grab a drink and relax.”
“Is Jo with
you,” Heather said as she stood with Sandy, both wearing sleeveless blouses and
shorts, and looking tanned after their trip to the Chateau de Ros.
“In there
with Carina,” Juliette said as the two of them went in.
“There you
are,” Jo said as she hugged both of them, “how was the holiday?”
“Wonderful –
and very profitable,” Sandy said. “I
hear you had a great time in LA and London last week as well.”
“I’m not
complaining,” Jo said. “Having said
which, I think Cari has all of us beaten in terms of excitement.”
“You have no idea,”
Carina said as she stood with her arm round Annie’s waist. “We have got a lot to talk about.”
“Did I hear
Mary Thomas got some sort of royal medal?”
“She did –
she can tell you all about it later when she comes with her group. Lily and some of the others are coming with
her.”
“But not us –
it’s so good to see you guys again.”
“You too,” Jo
said as they embraced Abby, Diana talking to Mandy and Will.
“Hey Abby,”
Angel said, “If you and your mum can spare a few minutes tonight, my parents
want to discuss next year.”
“Oh great –
my year is mapped out, and the holidays have barely begun,” Abby said, raising
her eyes to the heavens as the others laughed.
“So how has
business been, Shirley?”
“Very
profitable – you heard about Los Angeles?”
“I heard
something of it,” Ju said with a smile.
“And I see Maisha has come more out of her shell.”
“She is
indeed,” Shirley, said as she looked at the young African girl, talking to
David and the other Fitzstuart boys.
“She is much more confident with her English now, and has really enjoyed
spending some time with Ama and Jeannie last week. Talking of which,” she said as John signaled,
“Jeannie is here now. If you will excuse
me?”
Sandra and
Juliette watched as Shirley walked off, her pleated skirt moving with her
walk. “She may be the Queen of Park
Avenue, but here she’s John’s partner through and through,” Sandra said with a
smile. “By the way, I saw the reports on
young Marina and Kylie. A true
transformation – especially Kylie.”
“I haven’t
told Mandy yet – they’re coming to join us for next Saturday, and she can find
out then.”
“So how was
your grandfather,” Penny said as she handed Caroline a drink. She was wearing a white sheath dress with
strapped sandals, while Caroline was in a peasant blouse, floral skirt and
heels.
“He was fine
– he held a party to introduce Ama and me to some of his friends, and one or
two of the local boys tried to hit on her.
She politely rebuked them – citing one Nick in defence.”
“Given what
was happening to her a year ago, she is coming along so much,” Penny said as
she watched Ama and Maisha sitting with Jeannie.
“So back to
the grindstone next week,” Lily said as she came over.
“I suppose so
– but we’re going up to Beverly at Juliette’s invitation next Saturday, and
then we have the christening and the wedding.
I think that’s enough to be going on with for now.”
“True, true,”
Penny said with a smile. “It will be
like the old factory holidays they used to have here – a fortnight with no work
to worry about.”
“It was
magnificent – time with nothing to worry about but how long I could spend with
the paintings.”
“Sounds
wonderful, Heather,” Barbara said as she stood with them, “and what was Sandy
doing while you admired the collection?”
“Enjoying
myself raiding the antiques markets,” Sandy said. “I found quite a few pieces for clients, and
they’ll get shipped over eventually.”
“So you’re
about ready for a holiday then?”
“A holiday
from the holiday, I like the idea,” Sandy said as John came in with a young man
and woman. “Neighbours?”
“Hello Tom,”
Shirley said as she came over, “I’m so glad you and Yvonne could come over for
the party.”
“Thanks for
inviting us,” the young brunette said, “We feel a bit out of place here.”
“Come and
meet some of the others,” John said as he walked them over. “This is Sandy Richmond, Heather Smith and
Barbara Brewster. Tom and Yvonne moved
into the house across the road on the same day we moved in.”
“Pleasure,”
Yvonne said as they shook hands, “where are you from, Hampstead?”
“New York,”
Sandy said, “we’re using this as an excuse to regroup after we have been in
Europe for various reasons. So what do
you do for a living?”
“Tom works in
the city, and I do a bit of voice acting.
You?”
“Interior
design,” Sandy said, “Heather is my nanny, and Barbara works as a records clerk
at a hospital. She’s over here with her
daughter, Jeannie.”
“Jeannie… Jeannie Brewster,” Yvonne said as she stared
at the young girl seated on the leather recliner. “I saw the show last week – you must be very
proud of her.”
“Oh I am,”
Barbara said as she smiled…
“So what does
this Independence Day holiday involve,” Maisha asked as she looked at Jeannie
and Ama.
“Don’t ask
me,” Jeannie said, “this is a first for me as well. I was still in school this time last year.”
“As for me,”
Ama said quietly, “it was a day like any other – then.”
“Jo, Abby,
Cari, help me out here,” Jeannie said, “what happens on the Fourth of July for
you?”
“We
celebrate,” Carina said with a big grin.
“Family time, picnics, fireworks later in the night. Mom’s inviting everyone to our place for this
year.”
“So it is
like thanksgiving in a way,” Ama said quietly.
“Only with
picnics rather than a formal turkey dinner,” Jo said with a smile. “I hear the fireworks in Beverley are
spectacular.”
“And no work
for the weekend, for which there is much rejoicing,” Abby said as she sipped
her drink. “Mainly because even Missy
has down time that weekend.”
“I look
forward to it – a long weekend away.”
“Missed the
others?”
“A little,”
Ama said as she smiled shyly, “some more than others.”
“I think
he’ll be waiting on Monday,” Jeannie said as she nudged her friend, as Winston
brought her some food.
“Uncle John –
I’m so glad you were able to make it,” Shirley said as she kissed John Jacobs
on both cheeks. He was wearing a blue
blazer over a white shirt, and tan trousers.
“How could I
miss such an event,” John said with a smile.
“I hope you do not mind that I brought a friend with me.”
“Of course
not, and it is good to see you again as well,” Shirley said as she kissed John’s
friend. The woman was small – about as
tall as Carina – with grey hair and was, to put it politely, stout in
build. She dressed and carried herself
well, however, in a grey silk jumper, trousers and leather jacket, and her
periwinkle blue eyes shone as she looked round the room.
“John, it’s
good to see you,” John Hammond said as she shook her hand, “and this is?”
“John, may I introduce
my friend Colette Aldington.”
“Call me
Coco,” the woman said as she smiled and shook John’s hand. “And you must be John Hammond – it’s an
honour to meet you.”
“So how do
you know Shirley?”
“I work as a
consulting engineer – when Shirley needed some help with irrigation methods on
one of her vineyards, she called me in to advise.”
“And she is
very good at her work,” Shirley said as she took Coco’s arm. “Come – let me introduce you to some of the
others.”
As they
walked off, Coco whispered, “I like the new look.”
“Thank you –
how much has John told you?”
“Enough –
worry not, I know the importance of keeping quiet.”
Shirley
nodded as she said, “I knew I could count on your discretion. Coco, may I introduce you to Diana, Countess
de Ros, and her daughter Abigail.
Ladies, this is Collette Aldington, a good friend of John Jacobs, who
much prefers to be called Coco…”
“I see
Shirley has taken your partner under her wing, John,” Sandy said as she stood
with Heather and John Jacobs.
“Coco? We’re friends, not partners,” John said with
a smile as he sipped his drink.
"So did
you manage to find me those Colonial pieces in Chicago John?" Sandy asked.
"I did,
and I assure you they won't be at too high a price to you."
"Well
that's what we like to hear." Heather grinned.
"Since
you started keeping the books you've become a tightwad lover." Sandy
smiled as she kissed her girlfriend.
“Well, look
after the pennies, Sandy…”
“I am a man
of integrity and honesty, Heather – I never knowingly undersell a possible
client.”
"We
heard you also helped get Doc out of a spot of trouble?" Heather
whispered.
"I did,”
John, said as he lowered his voice, “that little punk shouldn't try anything
again."
"How
much did Blair find out?"
"Nothing
Sandy, she didn't want to know and she didn't ask. I wasn’t told much by Carina either – but I
do know how to tell when someone is not telling the absolute truth."
"Kudos
to Blair." Heather nodded.
“Do I want to
know the absolute truth?”
“Not really,”
Heather said with a smile, “not really.”
"So what are her parents like?" asked Sandy.
"Well
he's every inch a van Roon, very like Gus...she's a classic socialite, I
suspect rather like you were when you were married Sandy."
"Is that
good or bad?"
"I think
it's good Sandy," John's eyes sparkled. "I liked her immensely."
“Well,
according to sources, i.e. Pussy, they’re coming to visit in a few weeks time,
so we may get a chance to meet them then.”
“I genuinely
think you will get along,” John said as Carina came over.
“I never got
the chance to thank you for helping Anna out in Boston, John.”
“It was a
pleasure, as I was telling Sandy,” John said, “hopefully he will never bother
her again.”
“I hope not,”
Carina said with a smile.
"Did you
see Missy on her flying visit Shirley?" asked Diana.
"I
did...I'm just amazed how quickly she got here."
"Well when
news spread that Mrs. Brand was who she is, you knew Missy would be first in
line to sign her to a contract." Jeannie smiled as she looked up. “What amazed me was she got an earlier
flight. The look on your faces when she
came in at seven that morning…”
"I'll
admit she was never one to let grass grow under her feet." Juliette said
as she sampled some of the wine.
"Who are you gossiping about darlings?" Mandy asked.
"Missy
and the Palomino." Diana looked up from her canapé."
"Missy
missed signing her once, she never makes the same mistake twice." Mandy
drawled.
"Are all
model agents that competitive?" Shirley asked.
"My love
you have no idea." John leaned over and kissed her as he fetched some more
food for other guests. "They can't afford not to be, talent can appear any
time any place, they make their crust finding beautiful girls for people like
me to photograph, it's a dog eat dog world."
“I’m just glad
Caroline has set the example for part time contracts now - Jo has taken
advantage of it, and Grace can now as well.
Word is Alice wants her for a shoot in August.”
“Do you think
you lot can stop talking shop for one night,” Jo said as she walked by, taking
a canapé from John’s tray, “and just enjoy yourselves?”
“Hark to the
new freshman,” Carina said with a laugh.
“Come on,”
Abby said as she took one of Jo’s arms, and Carina the other, “let’s take her
outside. Coming Annie?”
“Right behind
you,” Annie said as they walked onto the terrace.
“This is a
different view,” Abby said as she sat down, “a lot more peaceful than Central
Park even.”
“I did hear
John say it’s different on match days, but he’s trying to avoid them.”
“So what do
you make of John Jacob’s friend?”
“She’s nice,”
Carina said, “and it makes a nice change to have an eye to eye conversation as
well.”
“I can
imagine,” Jo said as she stood up.
“Refill?”
Both girls
nodded as Jo went back into the house, smiling as she made her way to the
drinks table. Shirley noticed her
heading over and joined her with her glass.
"So what
did you make of Maddie's team Jo?" Shirley asked quietly.
"They'll
be fine once they've had some specialist training with Diana. They are good
already, Diana can make them better."
"Maddie
said the same thing, I'll need to make the arrangements with Diana."
"Maddie's
idea to adapt movie and TV heists is brilliant, once they do some more they'll
have the cops so confused."
"I must
admit I agree, I was skeptical at first, but the more I think on it the more I
like it."
Turning and
smiling, Shirley said "On a different note how did your modeling work
go?"
"Don't
ask..."Jo rolled her eyes, "Graeme Finney was not fun to work
with. The TV spots were I suppose better,
though both involved me standing round a lot doing nothing."
“Not
something I see you comfortable doing, right?”
Shaking her
head, Jo said “that’s why it will never be more than a part time thing for
me. I have other calls on my time as
well.”
“I understand,
but Maddie says to remember the offer is always there.”
“Let’s see
how the wedding goes in a few weeks,” Jo said as she picked up the
glasses. “Right now, I want to enjoy the
sun outside.”
"How was
the Burberry shoot Caroline?" John asked as he joined her by the windows.
"If I
say I'd have paid THEM to do it, does that tell you something?" the blonde
amazon grinned.
"Sounds
like you had fun then?"
"I enjoy
shooting as a sport, and to have two days of clay pigeon and other instruction
from top shots while I waited for set ups, yes I think you can say I had
fun."
"Did Ama
enjoy it?"
"I think
she did a little, but having my grandfather with us also helped. He and Ama
have really bonded."
"That's
lovely to hear darling, I think Stella would be so proud of both of you."
“I hope so –
so what do you think of the latest return?”
“Grace? I know why she walked away, and I understand
Karen has asked her to come out for a shoot Alice has booked. I think the two of them together will be good
for her return.”
“There you
are, Charlotte,” Lily said as the young South African girl came in, “what kept
you?”
“Sorry – I
had to pick someone up from the airport,” she said as the huge form of Piet van
der Byl filled the doorway.
“Good evening
ladies,” he said as he came in, “I hope you don’t mind a gatecrasher, but I
surprised Charlotte from the airport.”
“Of course
not,” John said as he shook the tall man’s hand. “I think you know most people here, so grab a
drink and relax.”
“So what
brings you over, Piet?”
“Same
question I asked him – but he won’t tell me,” Charlotte said to Penny.
“Nothing
serious – I have some research to do in the city, so I decided to have a bit of
a holiday as well. I know this little
trouble maker is going to the US in a couple of weeks, but she’s going to have
some time off between then and now – her boss allowing of course.”
“Oh I think
she can be persuaded – you’ve put in some phenomenal hours over the last few
months Charlotte. Some time off is well
overdue.”
“And they may
even get to know each other again,” Lily whispered to Penny.
"Alex
you made it." Shirley greeted the priest.
"Yes I
did Shirley...Hello John," he kissed his hostess and shook his host’s
hand. "This is a lovely place."
"Glad
you approve Alex," Shirley smiled, "how was Rome?"
"Interesting."
Alex accepted a glass of wine as he looked round. "I'm still not sure how
a humble parish priest like me got asked to join such a distinguished group,
but we did have some very frank discussions about things such as birth control
and contraception."
"His
Holiness at least is willing to have them discussed, that has to be a step in
the right direction surely?"
“I think so.
He's seen first hand in his own country the associated problems of population
growth and poverty."
"So can
we look forward to some changes?"
"The
optimist in me is hopeful, but the church moves very slowly Shirley, just say
we live in hope and give prayers for a pope who at least listens."
“One can ask
no more than that,” she said as Sandy came over.
“Uncle
Alex? You didn’t say you would be
stopping here on the way home?”
“How could I
refuse the invitation? And besides, I
brought a house-warming gift. It’s out
in the hallway.”
Shirley and
John looked at each other, and then went out into the hallway, looking at the
plants that were in the small pots.
“From the
Vatican Gardens,” Alex said, “with his blessing.”
“April is
going to be so jealous,” Shirley said with a smile.
“Will you be
coming over with your parents Jack,” Winston asked the young heir.
“For the
weekend yes, but I have to report to the du Grechy stables on the Tuesday.”
"So Jack
looking forward to the summer?" John Hammond asked.
"I am.” Jack smiled as he looked at the other
men. “It's going to be hard work, I
think the Duke thinks I'll crack, but he forgets we are all basically farm
boys, we've always worked round Home Farm and helped Dad with the pigs, so I'm
used to plenty of muck."
"I
remember that stench all too well from our estate in Ulster." John shook
his head, "as you say most sons of so called privilege get a good
grounding in farm work nowadays."
"What
are you talking about?" Will asked.
"Farm
work Dad."
"I swear
the reason you took that job in Normandy is to get out of your share of mucking
out the pigs." Will smiled at his son and heir. "So I hope living
here John you are a Chelsea fan."
"A
little," John smiled, “though I'm more a rugby man, I follow the
Quins."
"Well Dad is a diehard Sheffield Wednesday fan." Jack said quietly.
"Really
Will?"
"A
season ticket holder for 15 years." Will answered proudly. “I would have thought London Irish would be
more your choice.”
“No,” John
said as he shook his head, “I prefer to watch my rugby at the Stoop, thank
you. I have a season ticket for there –
I might even get Shirley there sometimes this season.”
"Did I
hear you are a rugby man John?" Piet asked.
"For my
sins yes Piet, looking at you I guess you played yourself."
"A little."
"Listen to him being modest." Charlotte laughed, "he played
Craven Week for Western Province Schools while he was at Bishops, and for
Northern Universities while he was at Wits, and just a couple of games for the
Golden Lions."
"You
play the game very well then young man." John laughed.
"Charlotte
likes to boast," the big man smiled.
"Well it
is something to boast about Piet, I just wish I'd been that good myself."
"Now my
man is being modest." Shirley laughed, "Get him to show you his Army
representative caps, and the programme for the final Irish trial he played
in."
Piet was the
one who looked impressed now, as he said, “So did you play the Army-Navy game?”
“I may have,”
John said with a smile, “I may have…”
"Who
were the toughest team you ever played against John?" Piet asked, “out of
interest?”
"That's
easy, I still bear the scars, Graham Mourie's 1979 All Blacks, I played
full-back for Combined Services against them. That was back when New Zealand
still rucked in the old style, if you were on the wrong side of the ball you
were fair game."
"Ouch!"
Piet winced.
"You can
still see the stud marks on his back." Shirley added.
"I'm
glad I played under modern rules interpretations." Piet shook his head.
"Yes it’s
not quite as deliberately dangerous now as it was then, but you chaps are bigger
and fitter then we ever were."
"I know
you were a gridiron star Father, but did you ever play rugby?" Piet asked
Alex.
"A bit
while I was in the seminary at Georgetown, but we only played basically social
rugby."
"Shirley
found some clips on You Tube of you playing at Notre Dame Alex, with your size
and speed you'd have been a formidable rugby forward."
"It's a
fun game to play,” Alex agreed, “you aren't as regimented as we were where on
each play you had a set assignment, and yes I think I might not have been
bad."
"I once
played what was supposed to be a social game down in Cork against a team
entirely made up of priests." John shook his head at the memory.
"They'd be about the second worst opponents I ever played against."
"Not fun
eh?" Alex said as everyone laughed.
“Not long
until the wedding of the year,” Juliette said as she stood with Shirley.
“Indeed – did
Jo tell you what she was told of the arrangements?”
“I know –
quite something.”
"Have
you got your hotel reservations for the wedding Juliette?" Shirley poured
her guest another glass of champagne.
"No, but
a friend of mine has come up trumps, she and her husband will be in Europe, so
she's loaning me her house, my lot, plus Diana and Abigail, plus Sandy, Heather
and the kids will all lodge there."
"Well it’s
a solution." Shirley smiled.
"The
nearest I was able to book a room was Anaheim." John Jacobs shook his head
as he said, “Is there really such a place?"
"It’s where Disneyworld is John." Juliette smiled, "and yes it’s
a long way from Beverly Hills."
"Oh
calamity!" John smiled as he rolled his eyes.
"Is Coco
staying there as well?"
"Yes I
am." Coco joined them, "but unlike John I not only know where Anaheim
is, but I have visited and love Disneyworld."
"What
odds you going on the rides Uncle John?"
"There
are two chances Shirley dear, fat and none."
“So what are
you going to get for a wedding present Caroline?”
“I have a few
ideas, but I’m not going to do anything about it before I return. There’s a guy in the village I need to talk
to on behalf of myself and Ama – Annie and Carina are going together on another
present.”
“As I
expected,” Penny said, “they seem to have grown closer since I last saw them.”
Caroline
nodded in agreement. “I can see that as
well. At any rate, what about you? I don’t think Emma’s quite ready yet for your
taste in entertainment.”
“That’s not
what I heard.”
“Unconfirmed
as yet – and if it is, Maddie doesn’t know.
So?”
“Don’t worry
– I sorted something out jointly with Charlotte and Lily. I think they will appreciate it.”
“And Maisha?”
“Did you know
Maddie invited her to be one of the attendants?”
“No that I
did not know. Who’s the other one?”
“A cousin of
Emma’s from north of the border. They
should make quite the couple.”
“Male or
female?”
“I have no
idea – their name is Andy, but how that is spelt she will not tell me.”
“I think most
of you know Stephen and Eve Stone don’t you?” John called out as a smartly
dressed couple in their sixties arrived.
“Alright hell
must have frozen over.” Mandy shouted. “How the bugger did you get him out of
Dublin Eve?”
“By the same
miracle that helped you get Will away from his pigs,” the Irish former supermodel
answered as they hugged. “And it is so
good to see you as well, Tufty – so many of you in fact.”
“Stephen you
never did book me for THAT shoot,” Juliette laughed gently as she kissed the
famous photographer.
“Missy would
never let me do it Juliette darlin’. She always claimed that posin’ nude might
ruin yer marketability.”
“Oh there is
nude photography, and then there are Stephen Stone nudes darling.” Mandy kissed
him as well. “Yours are high art, not pornography. Most of us back in the day
would have killed to model for you.”
“Well
compliments are always graciously accepted,” the Irishman’s eyes twinkled, “and
what do you mean back in the day? I’d still love ter photograph yer now.”
“Not unless I
got my boobs fixed first.” Juliette shook her head.
“In my case
Will would want to buy all the prints just for himself darling.”
“I see Cassy
when she’s in New York Eve, who’d have ever thought that little Cassandra would
ever become such a great actress?” Diana kissed her old friend.
“I could say
the same, who would have ever thought that Abigail would become such an iconic
model?”
“I know,”
Diana looked proudly across the room at her daughter, “I certainly never saw
it, luckily Merlin did.”
“Uncle
Stephen!” Carina threw herself at the Irishman. “No one said you were coming.’
“Cari mah
darlin’ aren’t yer getting’ a little bit too old ter do that?”
“Never,” Cari
smiled broadly.
“I remember
when yer were still a tiny baby, and now yer have one yerself.”
“I do, and
you and Aunt Eve must meet her.”
“Is my daughter
being a brat Stephen?”
“Juliette mah
darlin’ she’s still perfect, but she reminds me how old ahm gettin’.”
“Nonsense,”
Juliette said, “if there one man who will never get old it’s you.”
“Oh
compliments yet from a lady who never ages.”
“You Irishmen
are all so silver tongued.”
“And what is
this I hear about you and a certain German prince?”
“Book’s still
open,” Sandy called from across the room.
“I may take
some of that action,” Eve said as she walked over to greet them.
“Klaus and I
are getting on well, thank you – although the shock of discovering her was
Carina’s father still surprises me from time to time.”
“Girls if ah
may, can ah beg an introduction ter…” he nodded towards Caroline.
“Certainly,”
Juliette said as she led him over by the arm.
“Stephen
Stone, meet Caroline…”
“We don’t
need introducing Ju.” Caroline kissed the Irishman, “Thank you for the lovely
words you said at Mum’s funeral Stephen. I never got the chance to thank you.”
“I wasn’t
sure you’d remember me, it’s why I asked Juliette fer an introduction. I bet
everyone says it Caroline but you are the image of her.”
“They do, and
I take it as the highest compliment,” she smiled. “You know that reclining
photo of Mum in the nude with just the sheet draped on her was her favourite
picture of herself?”
“Well, she
was a special presence and seeing you out there as well just shows how special
she was. And this must be young Jeannie
Brewster?”
“It is
indeed,” Jeannie said as she shook his hand.
“I’ve seen a lot of your work, Mister Stone…”
“Please –
call me Stephen. I think you’re a
pioneer young lady, and some day perhaps…”
“You’d need
to go through the protection first,” Jeannie said as she looked at her mother
and boyfriend, “but I am flattered you would think of inviting me.”
“The offer
will be there,” Stephen said with a smile as Ama and Maisha came over. “Would this be yer daughter, Caroline?”
“It is
indeed. Ama, this is Stephen Stone; he’s
a very famous photographer. Stephen,
meet Ama and Maisha.”
“You are a
beauty as well,” he said, “any plans to follow in your mother’s footsteps?”
“Oh no,” Ama
said quietly, “My path lies elsewhere, and Maisha lives here.”
“Still, you
must allow me to take a picture of both of you at some…”
“Now, boyo,”
Eve said as she came over, “leave the poor girl alone. A pleasure to meet you at last, Face, BS.”
“Likewise,”
Jeannie said, “I keep meeting my idols all the time…”
“I like this
one,” Eve said as she looked at Juliette and Mary.
“So how are
things really going Eve?” Diana asked as she and Juliette sat in a corner with
the former model.
“I presume
Cassy told you?”
“She did.”
Diana held the Irishwoman’s hand.
“He has his
good days like today, he has his bad ones. This party was a very good excuse to
get him over to London to see a specialist at UCH.”
“Parkinson’s
is a lousy disease.” Juliette shook her head.
“Well he
keeps working, and it does seem to be a little in remission at the moment, but
it’s such an unpredictable thing.”
“We see a lot
of Michael and Tracy in New York so we understand,” Diana spoke.
“Well his
case is far more advanced, I’m amazed how well he does. Tracy and he did send
me a lovely supportive letter after Cassy told them.”
“Did Cassy
tell you she is lending us her house while she’s visiting with you in a couple
of weeks?”
“She did Ju,
I hear there is a hotel room crisis for this wedding you are going to.”
“There is, I
think Maddie is regretting choosing that particular weekend.”
“So have you
known Shirley long? She seems really nice and so good for John.”
“Both Diana
and I have known her a while, among her businesses she owns a specialist
insurance company, I’ve insured shipments with her.”
“Oh that
explains it, they met at one of your sets parties didn’t they?”
“They did,
and I think it was instant attraction.”
“Talking of
attraction, what is this I hear about you and Klaus back together?”
“They are
VERY together.” Diana smiled.
“Let me just
say, we are happy as we are.” Juliette smiled shyly.
“Okay that
gives me some inside information when I lay my bets with Sandy.” Eve smiled.
“What is this
about betting?” Stephen asked as he walked over.
“The Juliette
and Klaus Stakes Stephen.” Diana looked up. “Eve reckons she has gained some
valuable insight.”
“Well my dear
wife seldum backs a loser.”
“I didn’t
when I married you,” she stood up and kissed her husband.
“Ah but that
was more the lack of the Irish,” Stephen said with a smile. “My glass appears to be empty – anyone else
want a refill?”
“Let me walk
with you,” Juliette said as she took Stephen’s arm, Eve smiling as she watched
them walking away.
"Penny
for them?" John Hammond asked as he saw Jeannie with her brows knitted.
"I was
just thinking about Mrs. Brand, I know when she fled she dyed that beautiful
hair of hers, but why didn't anyone recognise her name?"
"Because
Grace's real surname was double barreled, she modeled as Grace Gresham, but her
name was actually Grace Gresham-Fox, so she simply called herself
Grace Fox and no one knew anything different."
"Oh is
that how she did it?"
"Yes."
“Mind you, if
they ever found out what my middle name is…”
“Annie must
know – she’s your teacher.”
“Uh oh,”
Jeannie said as Annie walked over, “Annie, you don’t…”
“Don’t what?”
“Know my
middle name – do you?”
Annie smiled
as she said, “I do – but its confusing enough keeping track of everybody’s
first names. So your secret is safe with
me, Jeannie L….”
“NO – don’t
say it,” Jeannie said as she shook her head, “don’t say it.”
"Did you invite Maeve and Rose Shirley" Abby asked.
"I did,
Maeve rang and said her car wouldn't start so they'd be late."
"Oh that
explains it?"
"Explains
what?" Shirley asked as Abby led her to the window.
Down below a
group was gathered round an old Honda Civic that was belching smoke from the
bonnet, and Maeve and Rose looking harassed and harried.
"What's
wrong?" Piet asked as he looked over their shoulder.
"I think
Maeve's car just blew up."
"Winston,
Jack, come and help me," Piet called across the room, "I think we
have some ladies to rescue."
“On it,” Jack
said as the two man mountains walked out of the house, Piet and Winston
returning with Rose and Maeve on their arms.
“Welcome,” Shirley
said as she hugged and kissed both of them, “what happened to the car?”
“I think the
distributor is shot,” Jack said as he came in, “I’ve called a mechanic I know
in the area, and we’ll get it sorted as soon as we can. In the meantime, we’ll make sure you get home
tonight.”
“You would do
that for us,” Rose said as she looked round.
“Of course –
you’re friends,” John said, “now come on – I have instructions to show you to
the kitchen and make some tea.”
“Thank you,”
Maeve mouthed to Shirley as John escorted them to make a pot.
“I spoke to
the kids earlier,” Heather said as she sat with Jo,” they’re so looking forward
to showing us what they did in Orlando.”
“I can
imagine,” Jo, said, “I still can’t believe I only have a few weeks before I
have to set off for college.”
“And that
time is going to fly,” Heather said as she looked across the river. “I couldn’t be more proud of you, and I
couldn’t be dreading a day more.”
“I know – me
too.”
“Hey, why the
long faces?”
The two of
them turned to see Mary Thomas standing there, as John and Shirley greeted
Fiona and the other guests behind them.
“Growing up
Mary – happens to the best of us.”
“Oh
really? Tell you what – when I do, I’ll
let you know, all right?”
The two women
looked at her and then burst out laughing, as Jo said “come and sit down with
the youngsters then.”
“Why thank
you kindly,” Mary said as she took one of the seats.
“So has it
fully sunk in yet?”
“What the award? Nah – I’ll end up leaving it somewhere like a
certain photographer and forgetting.
Honestly, work is the reward for me.”
“Enough of a
reward to fly over here just for the housewarming?”
“Not just for
this – Fiona wants my help with some arrangements, and I thought I might head
home for a couple of days as well.
Janine and co have things well in hand.”
“So you’ve
seen Marina?”
“I have – and
a confident young lady she has turned into.”
“It’s going
to be interesting seeing her again,” Heather said with a smile.
“Ah that hits
the spot,” Rose said as she sipped the hot steaming drink. “Thank you very much John.”
“So how are
you doing Rose?”
“Surprisingly
well – I go to meetings twice a week, Maeve keeps me on the straight and
narrow, and I’m practicing my old skills for the new job.”
“Well,
practice makes perfect,” Maeve said with a smile. “So are you coming for the christening John?”
“I believe I
have been hired as the official photographer, but even if I wasn’t, I would be
coming. Shirley and I will be out with
Maisha next Thursday.”
“Shirley, is
that your phone ringing,” Lily said as she looked over at a side table.
“It would
appear to be,” John said as he picked up the handset, and said “hello?”
Smiling, he
handed the phone to Shirley, who said quietly “Shirley Xavier.”
“Hi
Shirley. So how is the party
going?" Kelly Rochermann asked.
"If I
put you on speakerphone you can hear and talk with everyone." Shirley
replied as she pressed a button and replaced the handset.
"Okay,
can everyone hear me now?"
"We can
Kel." Juliette called out.
"It
sounds like a great party going on there."
"Well we
have had the odd thing go wrong. Maeve's car blew up outside."
"Oh no
Shirley is she okay?"
"Yes but
her poor car isn't."
"You can
say that again." Maeve shook her head as she drank her wine.
“Don’t worry
– Jack Fitzstuart called their mechanic, and he’s going to have a look at it.”
"So how
did SaintzandSinnerz run?" Sandy asked.
"He won
very easily I heard, and at three to one."
"Ooh my
bookie will be paying out." Heather laughed.
"I think
most of us will have made money."
"How are
Ally and Nell?" asked Abby.
"We are
great," Ally shouted from her end. "Just wait till you meet the new
Kylie."
"I hear
I will notice a resemblance." Mandy spoke.
"You
will." Nell called out.
"Well
they do say Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery Mother." Angel
laughed.
"I
suppose so." Mandy answered in her languid drawl.
"So any
other news?" Carina asked.
“Not really –
we went swimming with the girls this morning, and Pepsi said something about
Ama bringing her home some vintage clothing.
“She has it
packed and ready to deliver,” Caroline said as Ama looked over from her seat
with Jeannie.
“I think you
have a lot more to tell us than we you, Cari – both the fashion show and what
happened in Germany and Vienna.”
“We’ve seen
the reports here – how was the burial Ju?”
“Very moving
actually – there was a honor guard from the government, and there was even a
message of eulogy from the Israeli ambassador.
It’s Birgitte that is the talking point.”
“I know –
Curt has made a number of radio appearances to discuss her. Jo needs to know she has to talk him down.”
“Don’t worry
– I have my game plan ready,” Jo called out, “and it starts with dinner next
week.”
“Kelly,
what’s happening with the special event Nessa and Paulie are setting up?”
“She’ll tell
you next week Ju – she says she needs to talk to Sandy and Heather first.”
“Mom,” Ally
called out, “Dad’s back.”
“Right –
gotta go. See you all next week, girls.”
“Bye Kelly,”
Shirley called out as they party cheered, and the line went dead.
“Lily, a
word,” Sandra said as she took the young woman into a corner.
“How can I
help you,” Lily said quietly.
“I heard of
what you did last week – nice job.”
“Bullies need
to be shown the error of their ways,” Lily said quietly as she looked at
Jeannie, “and I hope I showed them a few lessons.”
“Well, we are
watching them now – we’ll see what will happen next.”
Lily
nodded. “One of them showed remorse and
promise more than the others – I wonder if one day she will be of use to us?”
“We will
watch, and we will learn,” Sandra said as she sipped her wine.
Monday 29th June
2 pm
JFK Airport
“Home again,”
Carina said as their luggage was loaded onto a trolley.
“We’re going
to get a cab back to the village,” Caroline said as she loaded her bags onto a
trolley, Annie adding hers. “April
promised to get some things in, but we need to get back to normal.”
“Understood,”
Juliette said as Annie kissed Carina.
“See you for lunch tomorrow?”
“You bet,
Monster Momma,” Carina said as she smiled.
“Have a good night.”
“So what
chance of finding a cab that can take a baby as well,” Carina said as Judith
gurgled against her.
“I don’t
think we’ll need it,” Juliette said as the doors opened in front of them.
“Janine you
are a lifesaver.” Juliette embraced her assistant as they came into the
International Arrivals hall.
“I figured
you guys might appreciate a friendly face to pick you up.”
“It’s nice to
be home.” Carina smiled as she cradled Judith in her arms.
“She’s grown
again.” Janine smiled back.
“She has,”
the proud mother looked at her daughter, “she’s become an experienced traveller
while we were away.”
“Any problems
at the office?”
“Nothing that
can’t wait till tomorrow Juliette.”
“Good,”
Juliette said as she yawned, “a nice long bath and an early night in my own bed
are just what I need.”
“So any news
Janine?” Cari asked.
“Not a huge
amount, Marina’s been helping in the office…”
“Good,” Juliette
nodded.
“She, Alexis
and I have had a couple of girls nights out.”
“Did you meet
any guys?”
“We might
have Cari,” Janine giggled.
“Oh tell me
more…” Carina signaled for the skycap to load their luggage in the back of
Janine’s van.
“I’ll tell
you as we drive.” Janine climbed in as Juliette tipped the skycap.
“Welcome
home,” John said as Sandy and Heather appeared with Jo, “I trust you had a good
trip?”
“Very good,
thank you John,” Sandy said as she let him take the luggage trolley. “Jeannie and Barbara are on the next flight
in – do you have time to get us back and come back for them?”
“Naturally,”
John said with a smile. “Your mother and
the kids are waiting for you at home.”
“I can’t wait
to see them either,” Heather said as John loaded the bags into the car, and
they climbed into the back.
“And they
want to see you – I understand they have bought Joanne a Minnie Mouse hat, and
they expect her to wear it.”
“Oh deep
joy,” Jo said as they drove off.
2.45 pm
The de Ros Mansion
“Oh thank the
goddess – home again,” Abby said as she stepped into her home.
“I agree
entirely,” Diana said as the cab driver put their bags into the hallway, and
then accepted their payment. “It is
indeed good to be home.”
“Welcome
home,” Edith said as she came through from the kitchen. “I have coffee ready for you if you so
desire.”
“Thank you
Edith – bring it through to the front room please,” Diana said as she and
Abigail sat down, stretching their legs out.
“At least we
have a few days off now,” Abby said, “and I intend to make use of every second
of it.”
“Ah – you
have safely returned.”
“Hello papa,”
Diana said as she saw Guy walk in, “we’re just having some coffee. Care to join us?”
“I would be
delighted – we can share stories of the last week or two…”
3 pm
The Richmond Mansion
“It’s very
quiet in here,” Heather said as the three of them walked back in.
“Too quiet,”
Jo said. “John, I thought you said the
kids were here?”
“They are,”
John said as he put the bags down.
“Forgive me, Sandy, but…”
“Go,” Sandy
said, “and we’ll see you tomorrow.” As
John left, Sandy walked to the front room, and opened the door.
“SURPRISE!!!”
Little Sandy
and Little George jumped out fo their hiding places and hugged their mother,
while Vanessa and George sat in the armchairs.
“Sorry – they
wanted to surprise you, and it was worth it for the look on their faces,”
Vanessa said as she stood up. “Welcome
home, all of you.”
“It’s good to
be back,” Jo said as she hugged the kids.
“So, tell me all about Disneyland…”
“It was
fantastic,” George said as Jo took them by the hand, “we met Mickey and Buzz
and Donald, and we saw lots of animals…”
“Where’s
Jennifer?”
“She should
be here any minute – ah, that will be her now,” Nessa said as she walked to the
door, returning with Jennifer in the arms of a tall, thin red haired young
woman, wearing a white blouse and a knee length skirt.
“Welcome
back, Miss Richmond, Miss Smith,” she said as she handed the toddler to George.
“Please –
it’s Sandy and Heather, Orlanda. How was
Jennifer?”
“As good as
gold,” she said with a soft Irish accent.
“Shall I do tea for the children now?”
“Not
tonight,” Heather said quietly, “Allow me to cook for you – a thank you for the
last few weeks.”
“Well, if you
insist,” Orlanda said as she sat down.
7 pm
Village Florist
“Hey there,”
Pepsi said as she opened the door to see Jeannie with her grandfather, “come on
up, the gang’s all here.”
“Great – I’ve
missed all of you,” Jeannie said as John lifted her up and carried her up the
stairs, Pepsi putting her wheelchair at the bottom before closing the door.
“Hello
Jeannie,” April said as she came into the open area, “have a seat, I’ll have
the snacks ready soon.”
“It’s so good
to see you guys again,” she said as she looked at Nikki, Becca and Doc, “but
where’s this transformed Kylie?”
“I believe
Jeannie is asking where you are, Kylie,” Pepsi called out.
“I am helping
Nicola’s mother with the food,” a posh English accent called back, Jeannie
looking at the others as John sat her down.
“That’s
Kylie,” she whispered, the others nodding.
Pepsi, Nikki, Doc and Becca were all wearing t-shirts and shorts, while
Jeannie was still in her leggings and top from the flight.
So when Kylie
came in, wearing a short sleeved khaki blouse and matching short skirt, Jeannie
could only look on as she said “hello Jeannie darling, you look wonderful”
before setting a dish of chopped peppers and celery on the table.
“All right,”
Jeannie said quietly, “Who are you and what have you done with the real Kylie
Mitchell?”
“Oh, it’s me
all right,” Kylie said with a smile, “I just made a few changes while in Hong
Kong. Do you like them?”
“I love it –
come here,” she said as she hugged the young woman.
“You look
radiant,” Kylie said as she eventually sat down, Nikki reclining on the couch
as April brought through some drinks.
“So where’s
Ama?”
“She cried
off – something about a quiet night in for all three of them.”
“So what was
the highlight of the trip Jeans?” asked Pepsi.
“You mean
other than finding out my former Headmistress was a long lost Supermodel?”
“Yes – apart
from that little bombshell,” Becca said.
“I think
sitting with and talking to Eve Stone.”
“Who?” asked
Doc.
“You know as
smart as you are Anna there are big gaps in your general knowledge…Eve Stone
was one of the greatest models of the late sixties and seventies.”
“She must be
ancient then?” remarked Becca.
“If I look
that good when I’m that old I’ll be VERY happy…no she’s still so beautiful.”
“Is she any
relation to Cassandra Stone the actress?” asked Kylie.
“Her mother.”
“Wow you met
Cassandra Stone’s mom?” Nikki sat up suddenly. “You all know she’s my favourite
actress?”
“We do,”
groaned Anna, “you’ve dragged us all to enough of her movies.”
“You enjoyed
them.” Nikki glared at her friend.
“Ladies!”
Jeans laughed, “Getting back to Eve, she knew and worked with people like
Twiggy, Lauren Hutton, Cheryl Tiegs, and so many more.”
“Who?” Doc
asked, ducking as Jeannie threw a cushion at her. “Okay,” she laughed, “I do
know who they all were.”
”She was
telling me some wonderful stories. Did you know when she started models had to
do their own hair and makeup?”
“Wake me up
when she’s finished talking about model history.” Nikki lay back down again.
“Oh I don’t
know, I find it fascinating,” Kylie said, “so she told you about the old days,
Jeannie?”
“Oh yes – her
husband was a charmer as well. He’s what
the call an artistic photographer?”
“And what
does that mean,” Pepsi asked.
“He gets to
take nude photos that are not pornography – I do know a few things,” Doc said
with a grin.
“Only because
he was in that magazine you were reading at the bookstore yesterday,” Pepsi
said with a grin.
“All right, I
admit it,” Doc said as she held her hands up.
“So sue me!”
“Not a
chance, we would lose,” Jeannie said with a laugh. “So come on – what happened while I was
away…”
As she
listened to the gossip, Jeannie leaned back and whispered “it is so good to be
home…”
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