The Party Girls – part 3
2 pm
St Martha’s Rectory
“Glenda,” Alex said as
he stood up and walked round to greet his visitor, “you came to visit me in my
domain this time?”
“Well, I never really
got the chance before,” Glenda said as she took her coat off, handing it to the
housekeeper. “Gail, could you bring
coffee for two please?”
“Of course Father,” the
woman said as she left, Alex sitting down and looking at his old friend.
“So are you enjoying
your stay,” he eventually said.
“So far,” Glenda said
with a smile, “I called partly to make sure you are still good for Friday, and
partly...”
“Partly?”
Glenda smiled as she
said “to see you. I thought the two of
us needed the chance to just – talk.”
“I’d like that,” Alex
said as Gail brought the coffee in.
“You still take it with
cream?”
“Thank you,” Glenda
said as she took the cup. Looking round,
she saw the pictures of men playing football on the wall. “I see you still follow the game?”
“Once a player, always
a player I guess. So did none of the
boys in the family play football Glen?"
The woman smiled as she said "only in prep school Alex."
"Why was
that?"
"They all
inherited my physique rather then Rusty's I'm
afraid...Todd is fairly typical of my descendants."
"Tall and slim
eh?"
"Precisely,"
Glenda laughed, "more likely to become models then football players."
"Well if I know
Rusty, he probably thought it a blessing they didn't take after him."
"He did use that
actual word."
"So,” Alex said as
he sipped his coffee, “what made Todd chose to go to The Point?"
"He wants to serve
in the Corps of Engineers...After the work they did following Katrina he began
researching them, and he decided that he wanted to be a military
engineer."
"Well good for
him,” Alex said as he put his cup down, “and I know their engineering degree is
VERY highly regarded."
"He likes the idea
of working on public projects like flood control,” Glenda said as she sat back,
“and he likes the idea that his overseas deployments are likely to be in
helping build rather than destroy other countries."
"Well as a former
combat marine who has seen up close their work I can admire him for that."
“Alex,” Glenda said as
she sat forward, “may I ask a – difficult question?”
“Well, I am meant to be
a man who can advise on difficult questions,” Alex said quietly.
"I never did ask
really why you didn't take the waiver and play football rather than going to
Vietnam Alex?" Glenda looked at him closely, "was it because of what
I said that night?"
Alex sat back and
rubbed his eyes. “I do sometimes wonder
what would have happened if you’d said yes to me then Glen,” he
eventually said “but let’s be honest – I wasn’t exactly a very healthy person
to know then.”
“I know – that’s why I
had to say no at the time. But you
didn’t answer the question.”
“No I didn’t.” Alex stood up and looked out of the
window. “It was partly to do with what
you said Glenda – I realised if I was going to win
you, I needed to be a better man. As it
was... Well, somebody had other plans
for me.”
“I think he had different
plans for both of us,” Glenda said with a smile. “But you were right about one thing – you did
come back a better man.”
Alex smiled as he said
“True - but at a great cost, a very great cost.
I saw things – did things – no man should have seen or done.”
“So did many of your
generation,” Glenda said, “but I do sometimes wonder, sometimes wish...”
“Glen, you know I could
never be the man I was then, not any more.”
“I know – but I think I
prefer this Alex Richmond anyway. I hope
I can get to know him as well as the old one – in most ways.”
Alex smiled. “I hope you do as well...”
2.30 pm
Xavier International
“Susan? Janice Carter to see you.”
“Come in,” Susan said
without looking up as Jan came in.
“Susan can we have a
quick word please.”
“Yes, if we can make it
VERY quick Jan.” Susan looked up from the papers she was reading.
“Tommy the Fish has
asked for help?”
“From
the Pussycats?”
Susan whispered.
“No,” Jan said, “from
the FBI.”
“Whoa
a minute.” Susan put her pen down and looked at Jan,
before saying “it must be bad for someone like Tommy to ask for help from the
law.”
“He wants to head off a
potential gang war.”
“From what I know of
Tommy that sounds like him…Where is the trouble brewing?”
“At
the Fulton Fish Market.”
“Okay…so what help can
I be Jan?”
“You control a certain
related trade union don’t you?’
“We might…” Susan’s
eyes sparkled.
“Well on the off chance
that you do have some influence with the food handlers, can you make enquiries
what is going on?”
“If
you can wait 24 hours for an answer?” Susan indicated her pile of paperwork. “The bid from AMININCO
is keeping me busy.”
“24 hours should be
fine.”
“I’ll give you a call
then. Sorry, Jan, but...”
“I understand – and
thanks again,” Jan said as she left the office.
3 pm
The Village
“Thank you for seeing
me at such short notice, Miss Jameson.”
“Please, call me
Caroline,” she said as she indicated a seat, taking one herself as Alan Kennedy
sat down. “So what can I do for you?”
“You will have heard
about the bid made for Xavier Insurance by AMININCO?”
“Indeed,” Caroline
said, “as one of the directors, I was informed of the offer earlier this week.”
“My employers, Penn State
National Bank, have been hired by Susan Walker to act as advisors in fighting
this bid. I make it a point of talking
to all the shareholders with a company like yours, to find your initial
feelings on the bid.”
“I understand Mister
Kennedy,” Caroline said as she handed him some water, “but I am a minority
shareholder, and I can assure you my working relationship with Xavier Insurance
as a security consultant also needs to be taken into account.”
“Of course,” Alan said,
“”As I said, this is a courtesy call, so that I know how best to advise
you. Xavier is a major client for you,
correct?”
“Correct – and on that
basis, I am unwilling to see a client I have built a good working relationship
with be subsumed into some conglomerate.
For that, and other reasons, I can assure you I have no intention of
selling.”
“Well, I think that’s
very clear,” Alan said with a smile. “I
understand this is a busy week for you, so I won’t take any more of your time.”
4 pm
W 9th Street
Elaine Colman looked at
Maddie and Emma as they walked round the main room of
the apartment.
“Well Maddie?” she eventually said, “it is a more than just
desirable location, agreed?”
“It seems to be pretty
much just what we asked for Elaine.”
“I very much like the
kitchen.” Emma said as she came through.
“Well it’s a lot
smaller I know then your place in LA,” Elaine said, “but purely as being a
place of your own while you visit New York, I’m pretty
glad I spotted it for you.”
“Can we get it a little
cheaper?” Maddie looked at the literature.
“The seller’s agent
indicated just maybe there is a little wiggle room…but not much. This close to the Village, Washington Square, Lower 5th Avenue, and
Broadway, then you are paying a premium for those very amenities that
you yourself want in a small NYC base.”
“I get that Elaine.” Maddie re-read the listing and looked round.
“Elaine
can we have 15 minutes to talk this over?” Emma asked.
“Take all the time you
need.” Elaine smiled as she left the room.
“Well?” Maddie asked.
“Well, you may just
have talked me round,” Emma said with a smile.
“And I can’t deny that we can afford it. But I would like to get the price down if we
could.”
“Comes with all
fixtures and fittings,” Maddie said, “and she’s right
about the location. Close to the places
both of us would want to be.”
“We could certainly
entertain here as well,” Emma said with a smile.
“I meant to ask – how
did the talk with Cassandra go?”
“Very well – I do like
the new script,” Emma said. “Have you
heard from the others yet?”
“Not yet, but I’ll call
Tracey later. So –
deal or no deal?”
Looking round again,
Emma said “Deal. Let’s hope they don’t
buy you out now.”
“Okay then – let’s go
and talk to Elaine.”
Thursday 18th February
2 am
Fulton Fish Market
Seated round the table
were the heads of the traders at the market – old, close friends, who had seen
many changes. But there was only one
thing on the agenda for this meeting.
"Speakin' poisonally I'd rahder deal with did de old fashioned way." Eddie
Garibaldi summed up a lot of the feelings around the table.
"But do you guys
remember der last time we did it ourselves?"
"Yeah, the Feds
and the NYPD were in our faces for a year afterwuds."
Gerry Infante remembered.
"Look you guys -
we have had it good down in the market der last
couple of years." Tommy spoke. "Our friends have taken a reasonable
percentage that we call live with, and we've left in peace to sell our
fish...Agreed?"
"Then dese Frenchies turn up."
Eddie chugged his beer.
"In their damn suits, and flashy cars." Portuguese Joe popped a fresh
can of Bud.
"We know dey just aint right..."
"I knowse Gerry, which is why as taxpayers I said we needed to
asked der law for help. Dese
guys stink as bad as we think, let the cops deal wid em."
"If
we can trust cops?"
Eddie looked ruefully.
"I trust Ball and
Carter to be pretty straight." Tommy nodded. “Let them do der
work – and if dey fail, then we get old school. Agreed?”
The men all nodded as
there was a bang on the door.
“Trawlers coming in –
and dey’re back.”
“Fanks
Gus,” Tommy said, “to work, gentlemen.”
10 am
Vanessa’s Apartment
“Thank you Marie,” Nessa said as the maid put the coffee tray down on the
table. “You may leave us now.”
She looked across at Paulie and Glenda, all three casually dressed, and poured
the coffee into the cups as she said “so how did the chat with Alex go
yesterday?”
“Different – in many
ways he’s still the same man, and yet in other
ways...”
“You asked him, didn’t
you?”
Glenda nodded as she
picked up her coffee cup and took a sip.
“I guess, ever since Rusty died, I’ve been looking back and thinking what
if...”
“It’s sometimes not a
very healthy thing to do,” Nessa said. “After all, if I did that, I’d have to
consider what it would be like being a teenage mother and possibly married to a
hate filled misogynist.”
“Freddie Hughson?”
Nessa nodded as she put her cup down. “You were a couple of years ahead of us,
Glenda – you only saw me after the incident, the stay in the hospital, and the
brow beating. I had become Vanessa
Richmond by then, not Nessa from Ness and the
Monsters.”
“Was it really that
bad?”
Paulie nodded as she said “I often wonder if
what happened that night was when Alex began to feel so angry. He never understood the way your parents
reacted, but he felt powerless to do anything about it.”
“And yet he’s such a
pillar of the community now, so assured, so self controlled...”
“True,” Nessa said, “but sometimes, just sometimes, you see the
other side of him in his eyes as well. Glenda...”
“Yes Nessa?”
“If I'm being fully
honest,” Nessa said quietly, “I should tell you
something I've overheard Alex tell people."
"Which is what Nessa?"
"That coming back
from Vietnam he had two vocations still in his mind."
"Well becoming a
priest was one obviously." Glenda paused, "what was the other?"
"Becoming an
enforcer for the mob..."
Glenda put her coffee
cup down and stared across the table, before saying "Oh Nessa that can't be true?"
"It is though
Glenda." Paulie spoke quietly. "He and Gus talked about it long and
hard."
"Truthfully?" Glenda looked at both women in turn.
"Yes." each
nodded.
"That violence
which was in Alex,” Nessa said, “was still there when
he came home from Nam...He was angry at the world, he was angry at how things
had got bent so morally wrong..."
"And most of all
he was still angry at me for rejecting him." Glenda swallowed.
“No – I do genuinely
think he had reconciled that. It was
what he saw out there, on the battlefield, which had filled his heart with that
rage.”
“He told me yesterday
he went because he felt he needed to be a better man – and he is – but my god,
to think he could have taken that path...”
“The important thing,” Nessa said with a smile, “is he didn’t. He’s not the young man you turned down,
Glenda, nor is he the angry soldier coming home from Vietnam. He’s Alex Richmond – and he is my brother.”
11 am
Xavier International
“Hey Penny,” Susan said
as her friend appeared on the screen, “how are things in Londinium
today?”
“Cold, damp, but
otherwise fine,” Penny said with a smile.
“Shirley will be along in a minute – she’s talking to one of Maisha’s tutors.”
“Oh? Anything interesting?”
“Well, I think she’s
going to be sitting some exams later this year, and she wanted to make sure Maisha was ready to take them.”
“Sorry I’m late,” Maddie said as she came in.
“Have you started?”
“Not yet – Shirley’s
been held up as well.”
“Caroline sends her
apologies, but she has a pre-meeting for her Dublin trip this afternoon.”
“Not a problem,” Susan
said.
"So Madeline are you buying an apartment?" Penny asked.
"Well it ticks all
our boxes." Maddie smiled at the screen.
"It's now really just settling on a price."
"Good for you and
Emma." Penny laughed.
"So have you and
the lovely Helen talked yet about buying a place together?"
"We have, but
where? Our work we rarely are in the same city at the same time. The best we can do is if we’re here, and we
come back to my place. Mind you, her
apartment in Hong Kong is nothing to sneeze at either."
“I can imagine,” Susan
said as Shirley appeared on the screen.
“My apologies, ladies,”
she said as she sat down, “so Susan, can you bring us up to speed on progress?”
“As you know, I engaged
Alan Kennedy of Penn State National Bank to act as our advisors and agents in
the takeover bid. He’s spoken to me, and
Caroline already – I understand he was speaking to you today Madeline?”
“We met over breakfast
– and we’re presenting a united front to reject the bid.”
“Excellent – what does
he think?”
“Initially as I did –
if we reject the bid, they will come back with another. He has identified a couple of avenues he
wishes to explore as well, which we will discuss tomorrow.”
“Well, I will be back
on Sunday night, so arrange for us to meet on Monday please Susan.”
“Of
course Madame – Penny?”
“We’ve got a videocall booked with him and Charlotte tomorrow – my line
is the same as all of you.”
“Which leaves Juliette
– has she spoken to him yet?”
“I suggested he wait
until next week – Fashion Week and everything.”
“Good
– now, on to other matters. You mentioned in the morning report a
situation with Tommy, Susan?”
“It appears some French
gangs may be to trying to muscle in on the Fulton market. I have a meeting with Mandy this afternoon, see if she is aware of anything. I can then report back to Jan and Adam, and pray
it does not explode into a turf war.”
“That would be
preferable,” Shirley said, “but inform Tommy if he needs it, he will have our
support.”
“Of course Madame,”
Susan said as she made a note.
“Madeline, I received
your proposal for the next raid in Los Angeles.”
“Do you approve?”
“I do,” Shirley said
with a smile, “I hope the target knows you are paying them a great honour.”
“As do I Madame,” Maddie said with a smile.
2.15 pm
The Village
“No – no no no no
NO!!!”
"Are you still
tearing your hair out?" Annie asked as she heard the exasperated noises
coming from Caroline's office as she took her own coat off.
"Yes I bloody well
am." Caroline came into the kitchen holding an empty coffee cup, and
started a new pot.
"Still the same
problem?"
"Yeah,” Caroline
said as she leaned against the breakfast bar, “just how can I provide security
for a huge building, most of which is basically a museum and open to the
public, whilst maintaining the privacy and security of the owners in their own
quarters."
Annie shook her head as
Caroline poured coffee into two mugs, and handed one to her. "Did you ask Klaus how it's done at Furstenheim like I suggested?"
"I did,” Caroline
said as she held her mug, “and he's setting up a call for me with his
steward."
"Ah
the redoubtable Frau Stecher." Annie smiled.
"I take it you've
met her?"
"Oh yes."
Annie's smile turned into a giggle.
"And that means
what?"
"She made me feel
like I was back on my first day at Country Day/Mary Institute and I was already
called in front of the principal."
"She sounds like a
dragon?"
"Well I think even
Klaus is more than a little afraid of her."
"Oh
Goddess."
"Don't worry
though she is ferociously polite, whilst still being so intimidating...and if
anyone can give you ideas it is her. I actually
think both of you will get on very well."
“Where’s Ama anyway?”
“She went to Pepsi’s to
complete their history assignment. But
she did say she’d pick up some food on the way home. Are you not walking tonight?”
“Yes I am – and I need
to be on my way...”
3 pm
Xavier International
“Mandy,” Susan said as
she welcomed her old friend, “thanks for dropping by.”
“That’s all right, I
told the office I had to talk to my insurance broker,” Mandy said as she took a
seat. Susan looked at her – tailored
jacket and skirt, silk top – and said “union leadership must pay well.”
“Dress to impress,”
Mandy said, “so what’s the problem?”
“You know the Fulton
Fish market don’t you?”
“Yeah – there’s been a
bit of discussion recently about changes in suppliers in some of the
businesses. Drop in quality and so on.”
“Really?
Nobody I know, I hope.”
“If you mean the likes
of Tommy Morgan, nah – we’re talking the second division here. A new firm has moved in, bought out some of
the smaller suppliers. Go by the name of
Roidemer.”
“King
of the sea?”
“Might be – why?”
“We’re hearing tell of
a new French group offering really cut price goods. Mandy, see what else you can find out and let
me know – we may require some help with this.”
“Anything I can do, will be done,” Mandy said with a smile. “Now, about the coffee here...”
5 pm
The Blind Fashion Show
Backstage was a strange
atmosphere – the chatter was there, but it was quieter, as the models sat
talking quietly, many trusting totally to the make-up and hair artists.
“Fi,” Jeanne Beckman
said, “ready for our chat.”
“In a few minutes,”
Fiona said as she sat in the chair, a small onyx statuette in her hands as she
moved it around.
“That looks
interesting,” Jeanne said, "So what is that Fi?"
"This?” Fiona held it up and smiled as she said “it's
a small African idol, I bought it in a gallery in the
village this morning Titi."
"Well I don't
claim to know anything about art..."
"It's not a great
expensive piece,” Fiona said as she handed it over, “but just feel how the
sculptor has created different textures."
"Okay...yes I get
that," the television presenter handled the piece.
"It's given me
some ideas I want to try in my own work."
"Hmmm you know
that is interesting...do you want to maybe talk about this and sculpture when
we do your interview?"
"If
it’s not too boring."
"No,” Jeanne said
quietly as she handed the statuette back, “given tonight’s show theme, I think
you talking about your art being about more then
using your eyes might just get people thinking."
“Deal,” Fi said with a
smile, “so if you’re ready?”
"Do kids still do
that?" Eve smiled as she had her hair done, and spotted Katy and Orion
sitting to one side, their makeup on, their hair in curlers, playing cats’
cradle.
"Well they obviously do darling." Mandy turned to look whilst having
her hair done as well.
"They'll be
playing jacks yet." Caroline laughed as she sat in the third chair.
"Well it's just
nice, I think, that while they look like beautiful young women, they can still
enjoy the pleasures of traditional childhood." Eve checked her own reflection.
"Did I hear you
booking both of them for this show you are hosting in Dublin later in the year
Eve darling?"
"You did, and I'm
not sure what excited them most, that they'll be wearing some great Irish
fabrics, or that it will give them a chance to see each other again."
"Well they have
become fast friends." Caroline smiled as the hairdresser finished.
“Which is more than can
be said for the chaperones,” Eve said as she looked at Brenda and Katherine,
looking daggers at each other across the room.
"Oh this is
getting tiresome," Sigi whispered as the waiter
took her passport to check if she was of legal drinking age.
"I know - it's
more then a bad joke by now." Juliette looked
daggers in the man’s back.
"You are telling
me." Sigi took her documents back and smiled
politely as the man poured her a glass of wine.
"Well on a happier
note, tonight’s show is one I'm glad to be attending." Claire Morse.
"With one of my own sisters being partially-sighted I think something like
this is long overdue."
"Agreed." Jan nodded, "and if nothing else it
will give me a chance to relax."
"You relax whilst
Katy is walking Jan?" Kelly Rochermann asked.
"Yes...I guess I'm
getting more used to it."
"So relaxing from
work then?"
"Yes Denice...I can't go into details but let me just say that
we are part of a team trying to avert trouble in gangland."
"Ah, now that does
sound pretty bad." Denice nodded.
"So how are your
work problems going Dee?" Claire asked.
"They aren't
improving, that bitch of an office supervisor definitely doesn't like me."
"Oh
why? I hadn't heard this
yet." Gale spoke.
"Because she
thinks that as a mere data entry clerk I 'live' above my station. Things like
pictures of me in the front row at fashion shows with you all. That I usually
eat lunch with either the boss or the chief engineer..."
"Tell her how she
reacted to you coming into the office wearing overalls Denice."
Claire smiled.
"Oh she nearly
went ballistic because I hadn't changed after being down in the
workshops."
“Well, I guess you are
in both worlds, and master of none?”
“Tell me about it – Hey
Susan?”
“Hi,” Susan said as she
and Rose joined the group, “what are you talking about?”
“Bad
weeks at work – how has yours been?”
“I wish I could tell
you, but I can’t,” Susan said, “but it’s been a doozy. Can I have a glass of wine and a still water
please?”
“Welcome to your first
show Rose – who has April?”
“Heather – she offered
and Sandy is somewhere with Tonia.” Rose
looked round as she said “so who will recognise here?”
“On the catwalk or on
the floor – a lot of people...”
6 pm
“Olivia, Fiona, are you
both ready?”
“Just about,” Fiona
said as she came over, putting on her designer sunglasses.
“So what happens,” Rose
whispered to Susan as they sat in the front row.
“You watch, and you
applaud,” Susan whispered as the announcer said, “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome
to tonight’s show- and please welcome our first models, Olivia Savage and Fiona
Treharran, in designs by Mason Ewing.”
The audience
applauding, Rose watching as the two women came out, wearing sunglasses and smiling
as they walked the catwalk. They wore
knee length pleated skirts and fitted jackets, Rose looking at them as they
passed by.
"You say she and
her daughter are legally blind Susan?"
"They are
Mum."
"Well how are
they?"
"Prescription
sunglasses Mum,” Susan said, “otherwise they'd both fall off the catwalk."
"Well I live and
learn." Rose shook her head. She then
smiled as she recognised Karen, walking arm in arm with a young dark haired
model with her eyes closed.
“So most of the models
tonight have sight problems?”
“Or the designers –
Mason Ewing is near blind as well.”
"What are you
making of the clothes Rose?" Jan asked from the other side.
"As
a seamstress or a potential customer?"
"Both, and I'd forgotten this was your trade." Jan
smiled.
"Well not a lot
I'd wear myself, but maybe I'm the wrong age."
"And
their construction?"
"From what I can
see is excellent. You know at one time New York had a reputation for poorly put
together garments, but I can't see much wrong with this collection."
“There isn’t,” Juliette
said as Rose saw two young women walk out, holding the hands of an older
woman. They wore sundresses made in an
ethnic print, while the older woman wore a belted coat.
It took a few minutes
for Rose to recognise the younger blonde woman.
“Oh my... Jan, is that...”
“Oh yes,” Jan said
quietly, “I told you Katy had changed.”
Rose watched as Katy
turned her head, smiling at all of them before she walked on.
"Gotta say, this makes a change from any other show I've
ever been to."
"Why
Rose?"
Kelly asked.
"Well back in my
old days I'd 'ave been back
there." Rose pointed backstage, "doin' all
the last little bits, makin' sure nothin'
fell apart, and just 'oping the things all sold so we
kept our jobs."
"Yeah I can see
how that would be different."
“So far, they’re...”
Susan looked at Rose as
she leaned forward, looking closely at one particular model as she walked past, and her dress moved with her.
“Mum?”
"Cor in the old days Madame Blanche would have fired the
seamstress on the spot if she'd seen that." Rose pointed.
"I can't see what's wrong Mum?" Susan looked hard.
"That
seam that's just been loosely stitched and not finished." Rose shook her head, "and there was
I sayin' nice things about the workmanship."
"Well I suspect
you are nearly the only person who spotted it Mum."
"I bet you I aint." Rose shook her head. "This might be a show
to do with encouraging blind people in fashion, but that will stick out like a
sore thumb."
“That wasn’t stitched
properly,” Mary whispered to Juliette as the model walked past. “Bet you Rose spotted that as well.”
"I thought the
publicity was that all the models were blind?"
“True,” Kelly said.
“So why are Eve Stone
and others there as well?”
"Well most are,”
Jan said, “but a few big names have volunteered to walk as well to show their
support."
"That was good of
them."
"It really is
though the blind girls who are deserving of the attention."
“Please welcome to the
stage April and Savannah Lufriu.”
Rose and the others
applauded as the mother and daughter walked down, both of them holding a thin
fishing line as they stopped and posed.
“A
guide line?”
“Literally, yes,” Susan
said as they applauded.
“Listen – I’m going to
go backstage with Ju and the others afterwards – why
don’t you come with us, both of you?”
“Thanks Jan – that
would be wonderful,” Rose said as she watched Caroline walk past with a young
blind girl.
4 pm Pacific Time
San Francisco International Airport
The crowds stopped and
looked, unable to help themselves as the middle aged blonde, the young blonde
teenage girl and the sandy haired young man walked through from the arrivals
gates.
“Not bad as flights
go,” Abby said as she stood in her Angels hoodie and jeans, but I’ll be glad to get home on Sunday
anyway.”
“Still, at least this
is a far more relaxed affair,” Diana said as she secured a trolley.
"Well this is as
much of San Francisco as I've ever seen before." Tony smiled as he picked
Abigail's case from the carousel in the crowded arrivals hall.
"Meaning what
Tony?" Diana asked as she supervised him loading the bags.
"I've changed
planes a couple of times here before,” Tony said, “but I've never been outside
the airport."
"Well you are in
for a treat then." Abby smiled. "It is a fabulous city."
"Oh so I'm led to
believe,” Tony said as he carefully placed a dress bag on, “and if I'm telling
the truth it will be wonderful just escaping from the snow back east."
"That is
true." Diana checked all the bags were there before signalling the skycap
to follow.
"So how are we
getting downtown Mama?"
"I've booked a driver, he should be...ah there yes." Diana pointed
towards a smartly dressed black man in his fifties holding up a sign with the
words De Ros on it.
“Countess de Ros?”
“I am,” Diana said
quietly, “do we have far to walk?”
“No Madame – if you
will follow me?”
He signalled to the
skycap to follow him, as they made their way to the exit...
7.30 pm
Backstage, the Blind Fashion Show
“Now this does take me
back,” Rose said as she and Susan followed Jan into the backstage area.
“Well, that’s it over
for another year,” Caroline said as she sat down, “now I can get back to
earning an honest crust... Rose – Susan
said you were in town. Can someone get a
cup of tea for my friend?”
“On it,” one of the
dressers said as Jan took her over to introduce her to some of the backstage
people.
“So you fly back
tonight?”
“Tomorrow – I get to
spend one night relaxing,” Orion said as she sat with Katy. “I’ll see you in Dublin later in the year?”
“Oh I’m looking forward
to that,” Katy said as Jan walked over.
“It’s going to be over
the summer though – you have a different trip for spring break.”
“Oh
yeah - Florida for the race. Mom also drives a racing car.”
“Wow – now that would
be exciting,” Orion said with a smile
As the models were
undressing, Rose stood with a cup of tea in her hand talking with a couple of
the designers and production team.
"So you used to be
a seamstress in London Rose?"
"I did,” Rose said
as she sipped the hot drink, “before me problem."
"Oh - you have bad
sight?"
"I did after I drunk too much."
"Oh I'm
sorry."
"Don't be love,”
Rose said, “at least now I can admit I'm an alcoholic."
"Did I hear
Juliette say you teach sewing to fashion students at a university?"
"I do."
"So in a way you
are still in the industry?"
"Oh
only in a little way."
Rose blushed.
"Well we over here
still have trouble getting really good people who can sew in the old
ways."
“Well, she is one of
the best,” Karen said as she came over.
“How are you Rose?”
“Doing well, Karen,”
Rose said as she turned her back, and whispered “although I could do with a
meeting tomorrow.”
“I’ll call round at
ten,” Karen whispered back as Juliette came over.
“I just need to talk to
Mary, and then I want to talk to you,” she whispered as she went to where the
Californian was sitting.
“Had a good week Mary?”
“Surprisingly, yes,”
Mary said with a smile, “but I can’t wait to get home.”
“I understand – I’ll
see you soon, and safe flight back with Trina.”
5.30 pm Pacific Time
Hilton Union Square, San Francisco
“I hope the suites are
to your satisfaction,” Mr Hardiman said as Diana
removed her coat and gloves.
“Very much so, thank
you,” she said with a smile, as the general manager turned and ushered the
porter out – Tony managing to slip them a tip as they left.
“Well, I like my room
as well,” he said before there was a knock on the door, and he let the
chambermaid in.
“I’m here to turn the
covers, Madame.”
“Of course,” Diana said
as she went into one of the bedrooms and Abby came out.
Tony looked at the two
vases, and said "So who are the flowers from Abby?"
"The
hotel Tony."
"She gets given
them most places Tony Cherie."
Tony smiled as he
sniffed them and whispered "oh what it is to be famous."
"Can I say
something Miss?" the chambermaid spoke as she came out of the bedroom.
"Please."
Abby smiled.
"Well my name is Heletia, and I'm a friend Of Mary's...you know Mary Clarke?...Well she asked us all to give you the 'special'
attention while you are our guests."
"Well THANK
YOU," Abigail smiled even more broadly, "and that is awfully good of
you Heletia."
"You just ring
downstairs any time, and even if we haven't got it, we will try get it fer yer."
“That is very kind of
you,” Diana said as Heletia smiled in reply, before
heading out.
“So this is the hotel
Mary Clarke worked in – the one Missy discovered her in?”
“What do you think,”
Abby said as she held up the Facilities brochure, a picture of Mary in a grey
jacket and blouse on the front.
“Okay – I need some
food and a drink. When do you want to
meet?”
“Let’s eat early and
then get an early night,” Diana said, “we have a busy day tomorrow.”
Friday 19th February
4 pm
The Richmond Mansion
“I am so glad this week
is over,” Jan said as she and April made their way up to the front door of the
mansion.
“Yeah, I can imagine,”
April said as they knocked, and Heather opened the door. She smiled as they came in, Jan in her dark
trouser suit, and April in a short sleeved top over a dark jumper, denim skirt
and boots.
“Still a bit cold out,
isn’t it?”
“Oh yes – come on
through,” she said as she closed the door, “Emma’s already here, and I’m sure
the others are on their way.”
“Hey,” Emma said as she
looked over from the table, “looking forward to some down time tonight?”
“Oh yes,” Jan said as
she sat down, and Heather went back to the door.
"So has the publicity
started going to Katy's head yet Jan?" Sandy asked as she poured coffee.
"Not really,” Jan
said with a smile, “she's the same egotistical, prematurely grown up
brat..."
"Oh come on you
don't mean that," Emma Carlton laughed, "you are as proud of her as I
am of Anna."
"Who by the way
had a pretty outstanding fashion week in her own right."
Sandy handed round cups before she sat down.
"I think all the
models we know had great weeks." April smiled, "and I'm just so happy
for them all."
“No, I am proud of
her,” Jan said, “but she needs some normality for a while now. So a few weeks of nice normal school work
with the occasional Saturday shoot, that’s what’s needed.”
“Hey,” Denice said as she and Mercy came in, “tell me that coffee
is strong and fresh.”
“Another
day from hell.”
“No – I just haven’t
had a drink all day,” she said as she took her coat off and sat down. “So the fun is over for another six months in
the fashion world is it?”
"Is everyone set
for Munich?" Heather asked.
"As far as I can
be," Denice shook her head, "you should
have seen my supervisor’s face when she heard I was getting time off to go to a
royal wedding in Europe."
"Well at least
your boss understands."
"Ian has been a
real sweetie Jan...” Denice
stopped for a second, before saying “and you know I can't believe I just put it
that way, you upper-class girls are having a bad effect on my street-cred."
"Class...MY
ASS!" April laughed, "I've learned one thing since we started this
lovely thing, we are all the same basically."
"Here here,"
Heather said as she undid some more cookies.
“Now they look good,
pass the plate around will you,” April said before she took one.
“Hey
Pippa. They let you away early?”
“New Friday afternoon
timetable – I spend a couple of hours with Anna now, and then head for home,” Pippa said as she sat down and accepted a mug.
“What’s that you’ve got
there,” Heather said as she handed Pippa a mug.
"Papers
with pictures from last night. So what are you doing with Docs model
earnings Emma?" Pippa asked as she settled onto
a stool.
"Putting them away for her so she has them when she goes
to college."
"Does she still
have her heart set on Harvard?"
"Pretty much,”
Emma said, “and the twins are encouraging her."
"Well when you are
one of the brightest girls in the country, you have your pick of schools."
Mercy Kinman spoke.
"I hear Letty though has all but been accepted at Penn?"
Heather remarked.
"Well her grades
are excellent, and that scholarship is a godsend."
"Yes, college is
EXPENSIVE!" April sipped her drink.
"Well thanks to a
certain horse your worries are eased on that April." Denice
looked over.
"And he's going to
earn us hopefully a lot more." April smiled.
"I watched his
warm-up race on Tuesday over the internet." Sandy spoke, "he was VERY
impressive."
"Grant and the
others though are still not sure though he's not an out and out miler, but we
will know when he races in the Florida Derby whether we have a Kentucky horse
or not."
"Well my bookie
slightly trimmed her odds on him," Emma looked at Sandy and smiled.
“Can I get a coffee –
and make it strong and hot!”
"You are later then usual Barbara," Heather handed the Englishwoman a
mug.
"I know, that traffic today is horrendous."
"We were
discussing the children." Denice smiled as she looked
up from the pictures in the newspapers.
"Can we really
still call them children?" Barbara looked at a picture of Jeannie.
"Oh no matter how
much they look like they are grown-up they are still our children." Pippa smiled.
"So
Poppy next?"
"Poppy
next for what April?"
"The
next one of the girls to start treading the catwalk professionally Pippa."
"Oh I'm not sure
about that..."
"Well Ama thinks
she might do it," Caroline took off her coat as she arrived with the first
batch of girls from school.
“Poppy? She doesn’t want to – I thought Ama would be
more likely.”
“Not unless it is a
show of football strips,” Caroline said with a laugh.
“So where did Doc go
today,” Nikki said as she sat down with Ama, Poppy and Erica.
“She had to go to a
fitting for her dress for Munich – she’s meeting Katy and Sands there,” Pepsi
said as she took a seat.
“It’s only a few weeks
to the wedding now, right?”
“Yup – but we have the
joys of spring break first,” Nikki said with a smile.
“Praise the lord and
pass the popcorn,” Jeannie said as she wheeled herself in, “I’m off the clock
for the next few days.”
“So is everyone up for
the Y tomorrow?”
“Sounds good to me – so
what do you think Abby is up to?”
“Right
now? Trying to grab some lunch...”
"I hear you sold
another expensive apartment this week Elaine?"
"That I did
Heather,” Elaine said as she sat back, “and if I do
say so myself I got a rather nice deal for my clients."
"Didn't I read
that winters like we have just had suppress prices, but they shoot up again
once the sunshine arrives?"
"PRECISELY!" Emma grinned, "so
Maddy and Emma got that place at just the right
time."
“And
another nice commission for you of course?”
“Naturally,” Elaine
said with a smile. “Just in time for
that gown I ordered at the APCO show.”
“I wonder who that is,”
Sandy said as she heard the door.
“Want me to go and
look?”
“No, I’ll go,” Sandy
said as she walked out, listening to the girls laughing before she opened the
door.
"Now you are a
face we don't see here on Friday afternoons Paulie."
Sandy kissed her mother’s friend as she came in.
"Well I know April
comes along,” Paulie said, “and I want to talk to her
about the final plans for my garden out on the island."
"Well come along
in, she's in the kitchen taunting the children like us all."
"With mothers like
you lot..." Paulie left the sentence unfinished
as she laughed and removed her coat and scarf.
“Hey Paulie,” April said as she looked to the door, “want to talk business?”
“Once I’ve had a
coffee,” Paulie said as Susan poured her a mug, “and
had a look at the pictures. I imagine
there are some very proud mothers here.”
“In our own way,” Jan
said with a smile.
5 pm
Complete Style
“All right girls,” Mary
said as she stood with Alice, “let’s be seeing you.”
She watched as Anna
walked out from the changing area, her smile broadening as she saw the fit of
the dress.
“Well, the basic shape
and design look good,” Alice said as Anna stood on a small pedestal, “these are
the same size heels you will be wearing, correct?”
“So Mary tells me?”
“Ai,” Mary said as
Pepsi and Katy came out, and stood on separate stands, the assistants coming
out.
“These dresses are
amazing, Mrs MacKinnon,” Katy said.
“Well, these are the
basic dresses – we need to add the lace details,” Alice said as she walked
round. “Nicola, I think we need to take
the skirt up a fraction.”
Mary went to work with
some pins, as she looked at Katy. “As
for you young lady – I need to let the chest out just a little. Last thing Juliette needs is you bursting out
in joy.”
Katy giggled as she
looked at her bust, and said “sorry.”
“So, lace details,”
Mary said. “Gloves,
jackets, headdresses?”
“Latter being sourced
locally – the gloves Cathy is dealing with, and the
jackets – can we have the jackets out please?”
One of Mary’s
assistants brought out one of the bolero jackets and helped Katy to put it on.
“You younger girls will
have these on,” Alice said as Pepsi and Doc also had one put on them, “the
older girls will have wraps.”
“And
Judith?”
“Will look divine,”
Alice said. “Okay – let’s get you out of
them and you can be on your way.”
"So how far along
are Tiffany's with the tiaras for the girls to wear?" Alice whispered to
Mary.
"Only Judith's to
finish they told me earlier."
"I think they are
amazing bridesmaids presents from Juliette to the
girls."
"Well they match
the bracelets that Klaus is giving them."
"Ai."
"What is Klaus giving his groomsmen?"
"Watches."
"Expensive
ones?"
"Probably, they
are being specially made in Switzerland is all I know."
"So just how royal
is the guest list looking?"
"VERY!" Mary
laughed, "at least three reigning royal families, a plethora of former
kings and queens, assorted German princes and princesses..."
"Oh dear
Goddess," Alice shook her head.
"And that's
without all the mere nobility, and those just counted among the great and the
good of this world."
"My seamstresses
better not make a single mistake then."
“Unlike
last night?”
Alice shook her head
and smiled.
4 pm Pacific Time
Oakland Hills
“Hey – look who I
picked up at the airport,” David said as he opened the door, and Mary came in.
“Hi everyone,” she said
as she put her bag down, “did you miss me?”
“We sure did,” her
sisters said as they came over and hugged her, “welcome back sis. Put your feet up – we’ll make some coffee for
you.”
“How long until Pops
gets home,” Mary said as she sat down.
“I think his shift
finishes at six.”
“Thanks, Suzie,” Mary
said as her sister carried a mug of coffee over to her. “Now, if you, Vicky and Alison can get your
homework done, I have some things for you and a very big book of
autographs. Once I’ve had this, I’ll
start getting supper ready.”
“Okay,” the girls said
as they ran off.
“Where are the boys?”
“Tom
and Bobby? They went to the pictures – you can catch up
with them later. So how do you feel?”
“Exhausted, but glad to
be home,” Mary said as she sipped her coffee.
“So, ready for tomorrow?”
“As ready as I’m going
to be,” David said with a smile.
7 pm
The Village
"Well, now fashion
week is over, attention switches to the BIG wedding." Harriet poured wine
for all the party gathered in their apartment.
"True." Grace
nodded, "and from what I hear the working out of who sits where, and who
takes precedence over whom is proving a nightmare."
"It sounds like
Westminster Abbey on our royals wedding days." Sarah smiled, "except
at this wedding mere plebs like me get invited."
"Who is your
escort likely to be darling?" Mandy asked.
"A certain
French-Canadian ski instructor I heard about?" asked Eve.
"Oh my God no,
he's long since history. At the moment Tony Camp is pencilled in."
"The
soccer player?
Now he is a dish..."
"Eve didn't you
hear he's only pencilled in," Grace laughed, "with Sarah these things
can change rapidly."
“Not THAT quickly,”
Sarah said, “but the odds are looking favourable for him right now.”
“My big problem is what
I am going to wear,” Harriet said. “I
mean, at least the question of clashing with the mother is moot, but still...”
“Well, one of the reasons
for next weekend is to find these things out,” Grace said, “while at the same
time showing Juliette how much we think of her.”
“Better warn Tony
then,” Caroline said, “he may be out by the end of the weekend...”
5 pm Pacific Time
Oakland Hills
“It really is good to
have you back,” Vicky said as she watched her older sister cooking the meat to
go with the spaghetti. “We watched some
of the shows on the stream – once we had finished our work.”
“Good – getting your
work done is important,” Mary said, “pass me the tomatoes will you?”
"So just how many
stars did you work with Mary?" Vicky asked as she passed the open tins.
"Dozens...and you can't believe how nice so many of them are."
"Did you meet Katy
Carter?"
"Yes and
underneath the model she's VERY like you."
"I can't believe
that...she's a model...she's famous."
"She and Orion
were playing cats cradle back of the shows..."
"They were?"
"Yes," Mary
laughed, "made up on the catwalk they look a lot older then
they actually are. About the only difference with you is that Katy just happens
to have big boobs."
"And that she
dresses so well."
"She arrives at
shows in jeans, a shirt, and boots...that's all...Or
her school uniform."
“Well, she looks so
beautiful,” Alison said as she came in to get the cutlery, “but not as
beautiful as you sis.”
“You’re biased,” Mary
said with a smile.
6 pm Pacific Time
Hilton Union Square
“Well, I think the
segment you did with James Corden worked well,” Tony
said as he came into the lobby with Abby and Diana.
“Yeah
– but Carpool Karaoke? I mean...”
“ABBY!”
"JOEY!"
Abigail shouted as she saw her friend across the hotel lobby, "when did
you get in?"
"About an hour
ago...” She gasped as Abby embraced her,
and then said “Mom and Dad are still unpacking."
"Well we are well
settled in, my friend Mary has ensured we are getting first class
service."
"Oh like Abigail
de Ros doesn't anyway."
“No comment,” Abby said
with a smile, "So did the Vancouver boyfriend make it this time?"
"No,” Joey said
with a smile, “I booted him when I got home from Vienna."
"So who is your
escort?"
"Trina has found
me someone."
"Another one of
her movie stars?"
"I haven't got a
clue. She's bringing him over for me to meet later."
“Have you seen any of
the others?”
“Not yet – Trina would
have come home, so it’s the likes of Charly, Angel
and some of the others.”
“Sounds
like we have been called.”
Abby smiled as she saw
Angel and Fi come out of the lifts.
“You made it as well,” she said with a
smile. “I need to go and do something
tonight, but let’s all meet up in the restaurant for brunch tomorrow.”
7.30 pm Pacific Time
Oakland Hills
“Wow – thanks Mary,”
Suzie said as the three girls took the autograph book into a corner, talking
quietly to each other as they looked at the names.
“So what did you get
me,” David said as he sat with his sister and father, drinking coffee.
“You?
This,” Mary said as she handed him a signed CD by Meredith
O’Connor. “She put a little something in
there for you.”
“Careful, Mary, you’ll
have him singing next.”
"And this is for
you Pops," Mary beamed happily, "I saw this in a vintage magazine
shop and I got Fractures to sign the cover for you."
"Oh
my GOD!"
Dave looked at the vintage Sports Illustrated, "this is her real signature?"
"Yes,” Mary said,
“and you are lucky she signed it. She usually doesn't, but Juliette asked
nicely for me."
"WOW!" Dave
shook his head.
"Dad you look like
you are about 14." David laughed at his father.
"Well when I was
14, she was like a GODDESS!"
"So you've always
said," Mary joined the laughter.
“Now you have something from her as well.”
David looked at his
watch, and said “I need to pick the boys up.
I’ll get some drive thru for them on the way back.”
“Don’t take too long,”
Mary said as she watched him grab his coat and head out.
"So Poppet, what
was it really like?"
"Hard Work Pops,”
Mary said with a sigh. “An awful lot of
standing round being fitted, hours of rehearsals, and when I did get some free
time Missy had me going do look-sees with some of the photographers."
"It sounds like
you'll be glad to see your own bed?"
"I will,” Mary
said as she put her cup down, and stretched her arms up, “the thought of
sleeping under my own sheets is so nice."
"Well remember you
have a late night at a ball coming up tomorrow."
"Yeah, but I think
that's just going to be fun. We can all relax and just enjoy ourselves."
Dave shook his head
before he said “well, it’s good to have you back anyway.”
"Oh and Pop,” Mary
said as she looked for her handbag, ”can you book some
time off for your summer vacation if I give you some dates?"
"For
what Poppet?"
"You and the whole
gang have been invited to a party...in France..."
"FRANCE...AS
IN EUROPE?"
Dave shouted.
"No France as In
Illinois...Of course in Europe."
"But
Who? Why?"
"Abby's gran is throwing this huge party for Abby's 18th on their
estate, and I was specifically told to tell you that you and the kids are
going."
"But
what about the costs?"
"Ab’s grandfather is chartering a plane to take everyone
over."
"A
whole Airplane?"
"YEP.
Everyone is staying at her house, so all we need is spending money – and
I think i can help with that. So some time next
week, we all go and get photos taken..."
“Lord above – I thought
New York was enough, but this?”
“Drink your coffee Pops
– you look like you need it.”
Saturday 20th February
10 am
Vanderbilt YMCA
“Now this,” Jeannie
said as she was helped into the water, “is better. I finally get to relax for the day, and be
myself.”
“Indeed,” Ama said as
she swam over with Doc, “I have missed us getting together over the last few
weeks.”
“Well, we have a clear
run now until Spring Break,” Nikki said as she sat on the edge of the pool with
Pepsi and Becky, “which is nothing to be sneezed at.”
At the far side of the
pool, Erica and Poppy were sitting with Dawn, Louise and Jess.
“So how is your mom’s
move going Poppy,” Dawn asked.
“Well, they sorted out
the problems with contracts – when I left, she was working on her farewell
message for New Mode.”
“Hey – isn’t it the
election for your aunt on Thursday?”
“It is,” Poppy said as
she kicked the water with her feet, “mom and I are going to watch the coverage
of the count on line.”
“Do you think she will
win?”
“I think so – I saw a
video of an interview she did for one of the main political commentators over
there, Andrew Neil. She gave as good as she got – and he’s a tough interviewer.”
“So what are you doing
next weekend while your mom’s away Erica?”
“Mary’s offered to look
after me for the weekend – as you will know Poppy Ashley, because you’re coming
too.”
“True, very true,”
Poppy said with a smile.
“I still think it’s
strange not having Jo and Abby here,” Doc said as she swam alongside Ama.
“Well, they are here in
spirit at least,” Ama said quietly as she stopped in the shallow end, and
pushed herself up onto the side. “And we will see them soon – well, i will eventually.
Mom and I are meeting up with her in Dublin for a shoot before we come
back.”
“Which means you miss
someone’s sweet sixteen.”
“Yeah, she does,”
Jeannie said, “but I’ll forgive her. This once.”
“But Annie will be
there, so she will bring our love and our present,” Ama said with a smile.
“So are we going to hit
the market after this?”
“Why not – then we can
see who beats Jeannie to something this week.”
“Oh you are so dead...”
Noon
AMININCO Offices
“Come in,” David McIlroy said as he sat at his desk, looking up as Deborah
Winters came in. Both were casually
dressed – David in an open necked shirt, slacks and a jacket draped over the
back of his chair, while Deborah wore a brown Fitzstuart
jumper and dark trousers, a fleur de lis scarf over
her shoulders.
“So,” David said as
Deborah sat down, “where are we on the Xavier International file?”
“We have been contacted
by Penn State to inform us they will act as advisors for Xavier International –
Alan Kennedy is the contact person.”
“Good choice – this is
going to be very interesting. Did you
ask him to drop by?”
“I did – he’s in San
Francisco this weekend while his daughter attends a ball, but he indicated this
is a business thing, so he wants to keep it to formal meetings.”
“I wouldn’t expect
anything else,” David said with a smile, “so, from their company records?”
“Miss Xavier is the
majority shareholder,” Deborah said as she consulted her notes. “Other major shareholders are the board of
directors of Xavier International – Penelope Harker,
Susan Walker, Madeline Moore and Caroline Jameson.”
“Jameson
– the owner of Jameson Security?”
“Indeed – Her company
have very strong ties with Xavier International.”
“Interesting she has an
all female board of directors..”
“There are three other
minority shareholders – Charlotte Gordon, the head of their IT department,
Catherine Lo based in Hong Kong, and Juliette Huntingdown.”
“Well, knowing Alan, he
will have spoken to them over the week,” David said. “Very well – I anticipate a notice of refusal
some time in the next week. Start preparing for offer letters and
discussions with the minority shareholders.
We just need a foothold to make things move to the next level.”
Standing up, David said
“You’ll have to forgive me Deborah – I have a lunch appointment.”
“Do give Miss Richmond
my regards,” Deborah said as he put his jacket on and headed out...
1 pm
The Huntingdown
Apartment
“So,” Juliette said as
she sat with Klaus and Sigi, “what is the agreement
with Breitz?”
“We have agreed he can
come and do some filming at Furstenheim,” Sigi said, “and interview the members of the family.”
“Even
Natalya?”
“Well, she is still
considering,” Klaus said, “but the wedding is off limits – and you are as
well. He is interested in our family
history and how, in his words ‘one of the great families manages to survive and
thrive’.”
“Yes, I raised an
eyebrow as well,” Sigi said as she looked at
Juliette.
“Well, so long as we
are off limits...”
The sound of the knock
on the door took Juliette by surprise, as she walked over and looked through
the spyhole.
“Pippa? What brings you to my humble abode?”
“Well,” Pippa said as she came in, “we have a lunch appointment –
remember?”
“Oh of course we do – Sigi, Klaus, forgive me.
Complete Style business.”
“Go – I am sure we can
find something to amuse ourselves,” Klaus said as Juliette grabbed her coat and
followed Pippa out.
“Now,” Klaus said
quietly, “about my present?”
“All ordered and will
arrive in time.” Sigi
finished her coffee and said “so, next weekend?”
“John and I will spend
some time with old friends. I trust
everything is in place?”
“Oh yes,” Sigi said with a smile, “oh yes...”
3 pm
Susan and Clint’s Apartment
“Well now,” Rose said
as she looked out of the kitchen, “you look as if you have had a fun week.”
“Tell me about it,”
Clint said as he put his bag down, and hung his coat up.
“Hey look,” Susan said
as she came out of the front room, holding April, “daddy’s back!”
“Yes!”
“Who’s a very clever
girl then,” Clint said as he smiled and kissed both of them.
“Tea?”
“I would kill for
something hot,” Clint said as he sat down and took April on his knee, “that was
a tough week.”
“Yeah – you and me
both,” Susan said with a smile.
“So how’s the fightback going?”
“We employed Alan
Kennedy from Penn State National to act for us, but all of us – and I mean ALL
of us – have indicated we are not willing to sell.”
“Not a lot they can do
except increase the offer then.”
“True – I’m chasing up
a couple of other things – such as our honoured rival. She has an interest in insurance as
well. We’re running background on the
other interested parties.”
“Funny – this is
something I never ever thought I would see you fighting.”
“The two sides of Susan
Walker,” Rose said as she brought the tea in.
“So,” Clint said as he
took a cup, “what else did I miss – apart from your unexpected visit Rose?”
12.30 pm Pacific Time
Boulevard Restaurant, 1 Mission St, San
Francisco
“Well, this appears to
be a most accommodating place,” Diana said as she and Olivia went through and
into the restaurant.
“Good afternoon,
ladies,” the waiter said, “how may I help you?”
“The Culver party,”
Diana said quietly.
“Of course – if you
will follow me?”
He led them through to
a set of screen doors, and then opened them as Mandy said “darlings – I was
beginning to wonder what had happened.”
“Slight detour – my
fault,” Olivia said as they took their seats.
“Victoria – it is good
to see you again,” Diana said.
“And you,” Victoria
Gordon said with a smile.
"Well ladies
welcome to San Francisco," Rebecca Culver smiled as she spoke. "I'm
so glad to see you all here, even if it's in a restaurant and not in my
home."
"Well we all know
it's best to get out of the caterers way darling." Mandy smiled back.
"Yes... I'm assured it will be perfect for tonight,
but at the moment it looks just like a war zone."
"We've all had
that experience at least once this season." Kelly Rochermann
said as she slipped into a chair, "and I apologise for being late, but the
girls had exams yesterday and this morning’s first flight was the first one we
could take."
"I understand
Kelly."
"So what are the
girls doing this afternoon?" Diana asked.
"What do you think
darling...Their hair, their makeup, and generally fretting."
"I meant other than
that Mandy," Diana said as she sipped her wine.
"Well,” Rebecca
said as she looked at her watch, “I think they should just about be finishing
their brunch, and then Trina is getting them to do a few photos for the local
society pages."
“In return for them not
bothering you later?” Victoria said.
“Precisely,
Victoria.”
“And so this phase of
the season comes to an end for most of us,” Diana said.
“Can I just thank you
again for inviting Johanna,” Emma von Kiiebersdorf-Obersacken
said from her seat, “and how good it is to see most of you again. I do not believe I have had the pleasure
however?”
“Of course you
haven’t,” Rebecca said, “Emma, this is Kelly Rochermann,
whose daughters were part of the New York season. Kelly, Emma’s daughter was one of the debs at
the Opernball, and we felt she had to come as well.”
“Pleasure,” Kelly said.
“Your daughters were
not in Vienna?”
“We had other
commitments, I’m afraid,” Kelly said as the waiter poured her wine.
"So Olivia, Mandy,
Victoria - the London Season beckons for your girls?"
"Oh don't remind
me," Olivia reached for her diary, "the Chelsea Flower Show, Queen
Charlotte's, Royal Ascot...all the way to Goodwood
and finally Abby's birthday party."
"Well at least in
mainland Europe things have wound down," Terry said with a look of thanks
in her eyes.
"Well we have a
round of private parties, but nothing as formal as Royal Ascot to look
forward to." Diana nodded.
"Abby's party
though will be the ideal end for each of the girls deb year though," Kelly smiled at a waiter.
“It’s a brilliant idea
– where is her grandmother’s estate?”
“In the Medoc – and in
June, it will be at its finest. The plan
is for everyone in America to gather in New York and fly from there – my father
is making the arrangements for that.”
“Excuse me?”
Alan Kennedy turned to
see a tall, well built man standing next to him, wearing a black jacket, blue
shirt and dark trousers.
“Is this
Boulevard? I’m meant to be meeting some
people here for a lunch...”
“This is the place –
and I think we’re going to the same lunch,” Alan said as the stranger looked at
him. His short dark hair was greying,
and he could see the lines in his face, as well as a look he knew too well. “I’m Alan Kennedy – and you are?”
“Dave Clarke – so is
your daughter going to this party tonight as well?”
Dave looked at the man
– trying to be casual, but he could see and tell he was East Coast money.
“Yeah – I haven’t seen
you at any of the other balls.”
“Oh my Mary ain’t a deb – she’s a model, and
that’s how she knows some of the other girls.
“A model... Your daughter is Mary Clarke? I’ve seen some of her photos in my daughter’s
magazines.” Alan looked round and said
“is your wife joining us?”
“No – I’m a widower,”
Dave said quietly. “Yours?”
“Widower – twice over,”
Alan said quietly. “Well – shall we go
in?”
As they went into the
dining area, both men stopped and looked round.
"Alan, Dave,”
Rebecca said as she walked round, “please come and join
us."
"I thought the invitation
said this was a parents’ lunch?" Alan looked at the table full of ladies.
"Well strictly speaking
darling, it's a mothers’ lunch, but since you are both widowers we asked you
along." Mandy giggled.
"Ummm ladies I'm not sure I really belong in here,"
Dave looked round.
"Nonsense...Dave
is it?" Olivia extended a welcoming hand, "I'm Olivia, and your Mary
is a friend of my daughter Fiona's."
“Sit down,” Rebecca
said, “and let me introduce you. This is
Mandy, Kelly, Victoria, Katerina, Diana, Emma,
Deborah, Terry and Suki. Ladies, most of
you know Alan Kennedy, but the other gentleman is Dave Clarke, Mary’s father.”
As Alan and Dave sat
down, Olivia said “Don’t worry – we’re not going to bite.”
"Well I have to
say that this is an improvement, having two such divine men at one of our girly
gatherings." Kelly laughed at the gentlemen's evident discomfort.
"Don't let them tease you boys," Emma spoke, "we are all united
by our daughters knowing each other."
“Are all your daughters models,” Dave said as he looked round.
“Sharon isn’t,” Alan
said, “not that I know of anyway.”
“They are to a greater
or lesser degree, darling,” Mandy drawled, “but today, they are here as
friends, first and foremost.”
“Can i pour some wine for you sir?”
Dave looked at the
waiter and said “I’d prefer a cold one.”
“Make it two,” Alan
said, “I think I’ll join you in that.”
As the waiter went
round and took their orders, Olivia said “I have to say, your daughter is a
very talented young model Dave.”
“Thanks – I’m very
proud of her,” he said quietly as the beer was put next to him, and he took a
drink.
“So out of curiosity,
do you know each other apart from the balls,” he then said.
“Well,” Olivia said,
“Diana, Mandy, Victoria and I were all models in our younger days, and our
daughters are following in our footsteps.”
“Terry and Katerina are sort of distant cousins,” Diana said, “and I
know Kelly, Deborah and Suki from New York.
Emma and Rebecca we met at the balls.”
“I met most of them in
New York,” Alan said, “so don’t worry – I felt exactly the same way.
“Sir?”
“Hmm – oh yeah,” Dave
said, “I’ll have the soup and burger please.”
“So what do you do for
a living Dave?”
“I work in an autoshop, to tell the truth Ma’am...”
“Oh please – it’s
Olivia.”
“Well – Olivia. I repair cars, and that and bringing up seven
kids keeps me busy. What about you?”
“I work for some
charities,” Olivia said with a smile. “A
lot of us do something like that.”
“What about you Alan?”
“Banking – but please,
don’t blame me for the last few years. I
don’t work in that particular arena.”
“Well, I’ll try not
to,” Dave said as he took a drink.
“Abigail told me that
she had invited Mary and the rest of your family to join us for her eighteenth
birthday party,” Diana said with a smile, “I do hope you will be able to come.”
“Abigail? Forgive me, but you’re Abby de Ros’ mother?”
“The same,” Diana said
as she inclined her head.
“Yeah – Mary told me
last night. We’d be honoured – but we
need to sort passports and things out.”
“Oh I am sure that will
not be a problem,” Diana said with a smile.
“So we saw the photos
from the show on Thursday, Olivia,” Victoria said, “you all looked
magnificent.”
“Well, we tried our
best,” Olivia said with a smile. “so while the younger generation party, Rebecca, what we will
be doing tonight?”
“I have a cocktail bar
set aside for the parents,” their hostess said, “and you are all most welcome.”
"Ladies – and
Alan,” Dave said, “I can say with an awfully large sense of relief that tonight
I can put my feet up and watch the game on TV, while you all get fancy."
"You aren't coming
Dave darling?" Mandy asked.
"Well
Mary aint a debutante...if you pardon my language,
and her brother is her escort, so I get to avoid all of it."
"Shame,"
Kelly fluttered her lashes being openly flirty.
"Leave the poor
man alone Kelly," Diana whispered in her friends ear.
“No – I also have to
watch the rest of the kids anyway.
They’re going to a concert tomorrow with Mary – well, the girls are
anyway.”
“Oh yes – Mick’s
charity concert,” Deborah said as she looked at Olivia. “I understand it is a sell out.”
“So he told me – so he
asked a couple of friends to join him, and I’m not allowed to say any more that
that...”
“How well do you know
these ladies,” Dave whispered to Alan.
“Most of them only in
passing – I suggest we just go with the flow, especially when...”
“So Terry – are you
coming to Munich in April?”
“Oh yes – Rudolf and I
will be there with Charly. Phil and Mathi will
be there as well, as well as Maxi and Wili, and Marge
and Freddie.”
“Juliette told me that
Charles and Camilla are also coming,” Diana said quietly.
“Hang on – Prince
Charles? And the
others – Belgium, Holland and Denmark?”
“Oh yes Alan,” Mandy
drawled, “it is most certainly the wedding of the year.”
“Forgive my ignorance,
but who is getting married?”
“No forgive me,” Diana
said, “you are the guest. Our good
friend Juliette Huntingdown is marrying Prince Klaus
von Furstenheim this April.”
“I’ve met Juliette –
nice woman,” Dave said as he sipped his soup.
“She’s been a great help to me and Mary recently.”
“Well, she deserves every happiness,” Kelly said, “and we will make sure she
gets it.”
“AYE!”
As the rest of the
table raised their glasses, Alan leaned over and whispered to Dave “What’s the
game tonight?”
“Clippers
at Golden State.”
“Want some
company? I’ll bring the brews.”
“Not tempted to join
them?”
“Tempted – but I just
need a night off after the week I’ve had.”
Dave nodded as he said
“sounds good. Got something I can write
down on?”
Alan handed Dave a card
and pencil, watching as he scribbled down his address.
“Get a cab out, I’ll
get someone to run you back to your hotel.”
“Thanks,” Alan said as
he put them back in his jacket pocket.
“You may have just saved my life.”
7 pm Pacific Time
Oakland Hills
“Well, what do you
think?”
Vicky, Alison and Suzie
let out soft gasps as Mary came into the front room, holding her jacket and
gloves over one arm. The palr blue silk gown was a perfect fit, her chest just
showing under the neckline, and her matching shoes visible under the skirt.
“Oh,” Dave said as he
looked through, “you look...”
“Nice of you to say so
pops,” David said as he came into the room, tugging on the sleeves of his
tuxedo.
"Mary you look
fantastic,” Alison said, “and David that tuxedo makes you look so
handsome."
"Well it's a pity
none of the girls at school will see me to think so." David smiled as Mary
fixed his tie.
"Is Mr. Kennedy
still coming over?"
"He is Poppit,” Dave said as he came through, “and we are going to
watch the Warriors beat up on the Clippers.”
"Is he a
basketball fan Pops?"
"He used to have
76ers season tickets, so I suppose you can't say he's a fan of the real
game." Dave laughed aloud.
"Do you have your
gloves Mary?" Victoria asked.
"I do."
"Okay Mary can you
put 'em on so I can take some pictures?"
"Sure Pops,"
Mary pulled on the long gloves and buttoned them up.
“Well, it may be a few
years late,” David said, “but I finally get to see my
oldest girl in a prom dress. Smile and say something funny.”
David and Mary smiled
as their father took a picture of them, and then one with the girls.
“David, your car’s
here?”
“Ready,
big sis?”
“Ready.” Dave helped Mary to put her jacket on, and
then watched as they walked down the stairs, getting into the waiting car
before they drove off.
7.30 pm
Nob Hill
The Culver Mansion
Trina came onto the
terrace of the mansion with her parents, the lights reflecting on her gold silk
gown, and smiled as she looked into the clear sky.
"Well our prayers
have been answered." Trina smiled at her parents, "we will be able to
dance on both the terraces as well as indoors."
"You are
blessed," her father kissed her, "the day of your aunt Cecilia's ball
it rained all day and night.."
"What about our
other prayer?"
"That the West
Coast and International and New York girls mix successfully?... On that,” Trina said, “only time will tell. But I am sure it will be fine."
“Well, the band is ready, the caterers are prepared,” Rebecca said, “now all we
need is...”
"Miss there is a
large dark red bus outside," one of the maids said as she approached
quietly.
"My sorority sisters have arrived."
"Where there is
going to be a party, I see they are early - as usual."
"Oh knock it off Daddy." Trina giggled.
"Well you had better
follow Maria and go down and welcome them."
Trina smiled as she
followed the maid back into the house and down the staircase, smiling as the
door was opened and her sisters came in, wearing a variety of coloured gowns
with their escorts.
“Welcome,” Trina said,
“come in and help yourselves to a drink...”
“It’s good of you to do
this for me,” Nell said as she looked at Winston, “and to organise the car for
all three of us.”
“Well, Jeannie did ask,
and it’s my pleasure anyway,” House said as he smiled. Nell and Ally were dressed in long strapless
gowns, Nell in green and Ally in blue, with matching wraps and elbow length
gloves.
“I’ve never been in San
Francisco before,” Simon Lodge said as he looked out of the window.
“Not the best city on
the west coast,” Mick Harran said, groaning as Fi kicked him in the shins. She was wearing a cream coloured sleeveless
dress with a low neckline, and a short jacket.
All three of the young men were in tuxedos, white shirts and black bow
ties.
“Well, this is the
place,” the driver said as he swept through the gates and pulled up outside the
doors, a servant opening the car doors as the men offered their arms to the
ladies.
“Once more onto the
breach, dear friends,” Mick said as they walked up the stairs, and handed their
invitations to the butler.
“Miss
Eleanor Rochermann and Mister Winston Brewster the
Fourth.
“Miss Allyson Rochermann and Mister Simon Lodge
“Lady
Fiona Treharran and Lord Michael Treharran.”
“You made it,” Trina
said as she came over and hugged them, “are the others in their way?”
“Oh yes – we’re the
advance party,” Nell said. “The others
are coming over the next hour or so.”
“Well come through –
there is a bar and food there, and the band has started playing.”
As they made their way
through, some of the sorority sisters came over.
"So Mick
Harran?" one of the Stanford girls asked in a sexy whisper.
"Is the property
of a New York girl called Nell Rochermann, and I can
warn you that you as much as look at him, she will claw you to death."
"Well if he's tied
up why is he escorting his sister?"
"While
she's officially coming with Winston Brewster?"
"First Fiona is a
lesbian and he has been her partner all season, and secondly the House is head
over heels with Jeannie Brewster, and Jeans trusts him to play 'other' with
Nell and Mick."
"It sounds
complicated."
"Not really, just
common courtesy among friends."
"So we still don't
know who your escort is Trina?"
“Well...”
“Miss
Mary Clarke and Mister David Clarke.”
Trina looked to the
door where Mary and David were standing, looking round.
"What are you
doing here so early Mary?" Trina kissed her friend.
"Well,” Mary said
quietly “do you want an honest answer?"
"Please."
"She wanted to see
as many women arrive as possible and check out her fears that her dress wasn't
good enough." David laughed as Mary glared at him.
"MARY!" Trina
shook her head and stood with her hands on hips, "You are wearing a Kylie
Mitchell one off, people will be comparing their
dresses to yours...NOT THE OTHER WAY ROUND!"
"It's what I told
her." David shook his head.
"Plus you are a
world famous model,” Trina said with a smile, “you aren't a chambermaid
crashing the party in someone else's clothes...WHEN will you get it through
your head Mary...YOU ARE A SOMEBODY!"
"And on that we
ALL agree," Trina's mother kissed Mary, whilst her father shook David's
hand.
"I hear young man
you may be Stanford bound?"
"If they will
accept my late application...I wrote explaining the changes in my financial
status."
"I'm sure they
will take it into account."
“Look, come with me,”
Trina said, “House and Fi Treharran are here with the NY Sluts...”
“Mary,” Fi said as they
came in, “you look fantastic.”
“Thanks – I hope I fit
in...”
“Of course you do – and
this is your brother?”
“Indeed – David, may I
introduce Fiona and Michael Treharran, Ally and Nell Rochermann and Simon Lodge.
You already know Winston.”
“Pleasure,” David said
as he shook hands, “So I guess you are British, and you are New Yorkers?”
“Close enough,” Simon
said.
8.15 pm Pacific Time
Oakland Hills
“Make yourself at home,” Dave said as he headed to the kitchen,
“we don’t stand on ceremony here.”
“Nice kids,” Alan said
as he looked at the pictures, “where are they?”
“In their rooms – this
is my time, if you like.”
“Yeah, I understand
that,” Alan said as he looked round.
“So, can I ask an
indelicate question? Mrs Kennedy?”
“My first wife –
Sharon’s mother – it was ovarian cancer.
My second wife – well, she was killed by a bunch of armed robbers.”
“Oh lord – sorry I
asked.”
“It’s all right – time
heals. Your wife?”
Alan looked at the
picture of the blonde haired woman as Dave said “Breast Cancer – ten years ago
now.”
“I’m sorry to hear
that,” Alan said as he heard the bell.
“I’ll get it,” he heard
Tom say, and then a female voice say “Oh hello – is your father in?”
“Sure – come away in,”
Tom said, as Alan saw a tall, red-grey haired woman come in.
“You are not Dave
Clarke – would you be Alan Kennedy?”
“You have the advantage
of me, Miss...”
"Hello Alan,” she
said as she came in, “I'm Madeline Moore, I'm not sure if we have met or
not?"
"Ah yes, the lady
who runs Xavier's here on the west coast."
"Hey Maddie," Dave came out of the kitchen clutching beer
cans, "can I do you fer one?"
"No thanks Dave,
I'm on my way to the ball..."
"And the champagne
of the poor might spoil yer taste for the champagne
of the nobs eh?"
"No," Maddie laughed, "but I'm driving myself and your cops
can be quite strict."
"Gotcha,"
Dave sat down, “Anyways what can do fer you?"
"Oh I heard Alan
was here, and I just wanted to tell him that I will support Shirley's actions
100%."
"Okay duly
noted."
“Business?”
“I’m afraid so – I’ll
leave you to the game now.”
As Maddie
went out, Dave passed a can to Alan.
“So, ready for a real
game?”
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