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BLOGWORDS – BLOG BLITZ & BOOK LAUNCH – MAY 2018

BLOGWORDS – Thursday 17 May 2018 – CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – CHAYTON

CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – CHAYTON

“My world came to an end the day I jumped off Versailles.”

“The comforting words of dearest friends are a soothing balm to a jagged soul.”

 

I watched and listened as an observer, looking through a window to a time long ago. It tugged at memories I did not have—or could not recall—sending a chill through me; who was i and why had she kept me from this place?”

rem:  Hello Chayton, so good to have you visit with us today.

CHAYTON:  It it good to be here.

rem:  Many of your people have taken Christian names. May I ask if you have as well, and what it is.

CHAYTON:  smiles It is William.

rem:  I’m rather partial to that name—my father’s name is William. You have quite a special role in our stories. What can you tell us about that?

CHAYTON:  My people are watchers and guardians. We protect the ones who need us.

rem:  You were  assigned to watch over Simone?

CHAYTON:  It is not assignment. It is mantle.

rem:  Mantle. That sounds like a Divine calling.

CHAYTON:  nods

rem:  The story doesn’t reveal much of your people. What can you tell us of your history?

CHAYTON:  We are peacekeepers. We do not war. Our people come from the great Sioux Nation and the Catawba People. Many moons ago we are in the land you call Florida and we are part of Seminole People also. There is war and we are made to flee. But we do not flee for fear. We flee to watch over the white man, René Dubois and his family. He does not know we follow him. It is many moons pass and he makes new home and we make new home near to where he is. We watch him across the boggy land.

rem:  That is your current village, Quexo, correct?

CHAYTON:  nods

rem:  Missionaries came to your village. Was this before you settled there, or after?

CHAYTON:  The Christian man come before we come to the river. It is after we are gone from Florida. Many red man want to kill the white man. The red man believe the nature gods and do not accept the white man teaching. Chief Winyah see the wisdom in Truth and we follow him away from our red brothers who want war.

rem:  This was long ago, correct?

CHAYTON:  nods When my people are still coming to this land now. When René Dubois is coming to his town he call Saisons.

rem:  And you were aware of what was happening with Simone and her family.

CHAYTON:  nods

rem:  Why Simone?

CHAYTON:  Salali [rem: this is Chayton’s name for Simone] is chosen one. There is much evil that the wicked one does, and Salali bring Truth.

rem:  She does expose what has happened, does she not?

CHAYTON:  nods

rem:  You cared for her like your own daughter, didn’t you?

CHAYTON:  Daughter and son are not flesh and blood only.

rem:  How right you are, Chayton.

CHAYTON:  William.

rem:  nods William.

CHAYTON:  smiles

rem:  William, thank you for visiting with us today.

CHAYTON:  It is good to tell you these things. I also thank you, Sikaya Zinkala. You have asked the good questions and have told our Salali’s story well.

 

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““Mercedes?” I could barely breathe. I didn’t remember this woman. The name only tumbled in my mind, tugging at memories I couldn’t see. I don’t know how but I knew I could trust her. Still…”

 

 

““NO!” My throat raw already, my scream was jagged and panicked and desperate. “No!” I didn’t want to see it, I didn’t want to remember… Not this. I didn’t want to remember this.”

 

 

#Blogwords, Chat Thursday, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Series, Character Interview, Chayton

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BLOGWORDS – BLOG BLITZ & BOOK LAUNCH – MAY 2018

BLOGWORDS – Thursday 10 May 2018 – CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – THE COLONEL – and COVER REVEAL DAY FIVE

 

“My world came to an end the day I jumped off Versailles.”

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“The comforting words of dearest friends are a soothing balm to a jagged soul.”

CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – THE COLONEL – and COVER REVEAL DAY FIVE

 

 

I watched and listened as an observer, looking through a window to a time long ago. It tugged at memories I did not have—or could not recall—sending a chill through me; who was I and why had she kept me from this place?”

 

 

rem:  Bonjour, Col—

COLONEL:  Non. My name is William Rochester.

rem:  nods  Okay, Mr. Rochester.

COLONEL:   And no pictures, please, Madame. winks Call me Will.

rem:  Well, then, Will. Welcome to my blog. It’s good to have you with us.

COLONEL:  I think you kindly, Birdie Girl. takes out cigar May I?

rem:  When do you not?

COLONEL:  LAUGHS Touché, Birdie Girl. Touché.

rem:  I feel rather at a loss, Will. What I had planned to talk about, I rather expect is off limits.

COLONEL:  And I rather imagine you’d be right.

rem:  What can you tell us then, good sir?

COLONEL:  I’m French Irish, younger sister whom I adore and a younger brother I’ve neither seen nor heard from since he ran off when he was fifteen.

rem:  Your sister, Annabella, she played a small part in the girls’ stories, did she not?

COLONEL:  puffs cigar  Indeed she did. She never did like to be the center of attention, and has been quite happy doing her part quietly and with no medals.

rem:  What about you, Will? You served several years in the Army.

COLONEL:  Indeed I did, Birdie Girl. I was just a lad when the war broke out, and I joined up not long after it was over. Always did like logistics and schematics, and resolving, shall we say, difficulties.

rem:  Which is what you do now.

COLONEL:  nods

rem:  And you do it so well.

COLONEL:  nods I thank you my dear.

rem:  What can you tell us of your wife, Anna?

COLONEL:  exhales a slow breath  She was a dear one. Met her at a café. She was reading and I was at the next table. When she reached for her cruller—without taking her eyes off her book—she knocked it off on the floor. The cruller not the book.

rem:  And you picked it up for her.

COLONEL:  Naturally I did. puffs cigar  I’d wager you know what she was reading.

rem:  If I had to guess, I’d say Sherlock Holmes.

COLONEL:  Indeed it was Birdie Girl. Our man, Doyle’s first one too. Now, what a charming young lady was doing reading a novel in the middle of a summer afternoon was anybody’s guess.

rem:  But I’ll bet you found out.

COLONEL:  Ah. You do know me well, my dear.

rem:  laughs

COLONEL:  She was but a young thing, twenty at the time, and on summer break from the university. It was rather unheard of—but then again, I do rather eschew ridiculous traditions.

rem:  That you do, Will. That you do.

COLONEL:  She agreed to walk with me, and we talked until dinner, which she agreed to join me for. Birdie Girl, I never was one much for the female persuasion. Far too delicate for me. I always was about my work, and most dedicated to it, at that. Some would say my work was my mistress.

rem:  But you and Anna married.

COLONEL:  stares off, voice quiet  We did. And I’ve not forgiven myself for it.

rem:  Col—Will, you couldn’t know—

COLONEL:  It’s my work, don’t you see. My work puts anyone dear to me in danger.

rem:  I’m so sorry for your loss, Will.

COLONEL:  nods And I thank you, Birdie Girl.

rem:  pause  Seems love found you again, though, didn’t it?

COLONEL:  smiles  You are a clever one. puffs cigar  Always know the right thing to say.  winks  I must say, I thank you.

rem:  Me?

COLONEL:  Indeed. For bringing my dear Prudence into my life.

rem:  Pru—  nods  Also not her real name.

COLONEL:  Quite right, my dear. Quite right.

rem:  One more thing before we go. Do you think life in Saisons will satisfy you?

COLONEL:  After years of being on the move? I dare say it will. I’m not a young man, you know.

rem:  Will…

COLONEL:  No, no, it’s true. I’ve seen more things than a man ought to. And my Pru, she’s a good woman. Got a spunk to her. I like that. I’m ready for hearth and home—though I don’t suppose there’s many with hearth these days. LAUGHS  My dear sister, she’s not so far from Saisons, and if ever there was anybody who’s like family to me, it’s the Dubois family. I’m a happy man, my dear. A happy man indeed.

rem:  My dear, Will. I’m happy to chat with you. And I thank you for taking the time to pop by today.

COLONEL:  The pleasure is all mine, my dear.  kisses my hand All mine.  winks

rem:  blushes  Why, thank you ever so much… Will.  winks back at him

 

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Cover reveal Saturday 12 May.

““Mercedes?” I could barely breathe. I didn’t remember this woman. The name only tumbled in my mind, tugging at memories I couldn’t see. I don’t know how but I knew I could trust her. Still…”

 

 

 

““NO!” My throat raw already, my scream was jagged and panicked and desperate. “No!” I didn’t want to see it, I didn’t want to remember… Not this. I didn’t want to remember this.”

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Chat Thursday, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Series, Character Interview, the Colonel aka Bruce Russeau aka Markus Pierpont aka Merkel aka Tiny aka Nigel Fisk aka…

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BLOGWORDS – Tuesday 8 May 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – BLOGIVERSARY and COVER REVEAL DAY THREE

BLOGWORDS  – SPECIAL EDITION – BLOGIVERSARY and COVER REVEAL DAY THREE

“I’ve been thrown in the deep end.  Of a deep ocean.  In a tidal wave.  And all I want to do is write my stories.”

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“the battle for identity… one story at a time”  Stories by Design

Website: two years— http://www.robinemason.com

Blog: five years— http://www.robinsnest212.wordpress.com

and kitties: six years! — meow.kittylove.meow

 

And I missed ‘em all! Leastways, I missed making mention of them, let alone celebrating them.

Then again, I’ve been, well, “thrown in the ocean, in the deep end, in a tidal wave…” Of writing. And I’m happy to say, the series is DONE! Finis. Complete! And ready to format and upload to CreateSpace!

Both the blog and the website have gotten some much needed attention—facelift, and a few tweaks here and there.

And both the blog and the website are a place for friends to gather, to get acquainted. A place to kick back and have a cuppa—and a cookie! All are welcome (unless you’re spam! LOL), the more the merrier—because virtual coffee and cookies never run out, right!

I’ve made countless author friends, and met so many in person. I’m honored and humbled to be in the company of other such gifted and prolific authors. I’ve found my niche and my calling, and I work to produce the best I can, both on the blog and in my stories; I strive for excellence not perfection. And I can’t imagine doing anything else anymore.

 

So Happy Blogiversary to Robin’s Nest and Stories by Design!

And to Juniper, Penelope, Jake, and Jasper!

* Shadow decided two years ago she’d rather live outdoors (and besides, I don’t know exactly when she was born—but I do know she’s seven.)

And a million thanks to all my followers and anyone who has ever read a post or commented! You’re the reason I’m here! And for those who didn’t know, I’ve started a readers group on Facebook—Robin’s Readers Flock—and I’d love to have you join us!

 

“I’ve always had voices—er, stories in my head. I once said I should write them all down so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!”

 

 

And today’s cover tease:

C’est moi!

 

I write stories of identity conflict. My characters encounter situations that force the question, “Who am I, really?” For all who have ever wondered who you are or why you’re here, my stories will touch you in a very real—maybe too real—and a very deep way. I know, I write from experience.

 

I am all about family, and my website is designed like a home. In fact, the drawings are my design for my dream home. I love family gatherings, the bigger and louder and zanier the better. My house is designed for company and for fun. I love windows and window seats. I love the outdoors so there’s a sun porch or Florida room. I love to cook and the kitchen is spacious, and I love to entertain. There’s even a movie room in the basement for movie night.

 

Come on in, take off your shoes, and let’s have a nice hot cuppa. Come sit by the fireplace or on the back deck, and let’s visit a while.

 

 

because The Whispering Winds of Spring releases this month, I give you…

Amidst the clamor of confusion, can she hear the whisper of her memories?

 

The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.

 

It’s 1912, in a world where slavery is dying and women’s rights are rising, and four young women who once shared a bond—and experienced a tragedy—question their own truths.

 

Simone Dubois’ life was unraveling. All she had known and held dear was gone from her. At ten, all she wanted was to escape beneath the black waters of the Edisto River. She couldn’t know her whole life would be stolen from her.

 

When she returns to Saisons sixteen years later, she has no memory of ever having been there. Not even that it was her birthplace. Enlisting the help of her childhood friend, Mercedes—whose name stayed with her, if in shadowy dreams only—Simone encounters misty memories, and stirs up more mystery than she started with.

 

rem:   Hullo Robin, welcome to… your party!  If you could live anywhere in any time period, where would you go?

ROBIN:   I’ll stay here and now to live—but I’d visit any number of ages in history in a heartbeat. I’m enamored of the Medieval Era, and my current series is set in the Edwardian Era, so those would be my first stops.

rem:   Oh, yes, the Medieval Era! So Celtic-ish… Where did you find this story idea?

ROBIN:   Like all the rest of ‘em, it came to me. I think I had the girls’ names first, then each of the titles. As a pantser, the story unfolds as I write it and I discover more and more detail along the way. And this series!! Let me just say, I was stunned—and heartbroken—more than once!

rem:   Stories on the breeze… Who was the easiest character to write and why? The most difficult?

ROBIN:   Truly, because I write in first person and am “in” the head of my characters –slash- meet them like I meet anyone in person, each one is relatively easy—and difficult—to write. I’ve identified with each of my main characters on some way, which goes a long way to writing. Clara Bess, though, gave me a bit of trouble early in her story—she wasn’t talking to anyone and it seemed she thought that included me!

rem:   I’ve been there for that. You nearly hyperventilated writing a scene once, didn’t you?

ROBIN: [nods] Yup. And utterly bawled at… well, no spoilers.

rem:  What do you munch on while you’re writing / researching / editing?

ROBIN:   I graze more than have a single preferred munchable. Therefore I have a supply of snackies available. It varies depending on what I’m craving…cookies, cashews, I try to be good and eat fruit… And my blood sugar is dictating more what / when / how I eat than ever before… OY

rem:   mmmmm, CHOCOLATE…. What do you do to recover once you’ve typed “THE END?”

ROBIN:   So far I’ve jumped right into the next story… Yes, again!

rem:   Yeah, well, that’s not exactly what I meant by celebration… 😉

 

 

What’s your favourite part or feature of my blog or the website?

 

 

#Blogwords, Special Edition, Blogiversary, unsavory heritage series, Tessa, Clara Bess, Cissy, Seasons Series, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring, #IlovewhatImdoing, #amwriting

 

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BLOGWORDS – BLOG BLITZ & BOOK LAUNCH – MAY 2018

BLOGWORDS – Thursday 3 May 2018 – CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – POLLY MCBRIDE

CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – POLLY MCBRIDE

“My world came to an end the day I jumped off Versailles.”

“The comforting words of dearest friends are a soothing balm to a jagged soul.”

 

I watched and listened as an observer, looking through a window to a time long ago. It tugged at memories I did not have—or could not recall—sending a chill through me; who was i and why had she kept me from this place?”

 

rem:  Bonjour, Madame, bienvenue. Merci for visiting with us today.

POLLY:  Oh mercy! My name is Polly, dear. Only my laboring mothers call me Mrs. McBride. SMILES I’m delighted to be with you today.

rem:  Tell us a little about your family.

POLLY:  My boys are my pride and joy.

rem:  You have four sons, correct?

POLLY:  That’s right. Robbie—he’s married to Anne these two years past. WHISPERS They haven’t said anything but I rather suspect she’s with child. SMILES  She has a glow about her. WINKS

rem:  That’s wonderful news. And your other sons?

POLLY:  Preston is in the Navy and he’s just met a lovely girl. Brought her home just this past week. She’s Ila Willows and she’s just a dear. Leroy and Donnie are at the Citadel still. They always ever did do everything together. LAUGHS

rem:  And Robbie is friends to Thierry Marchand, correct?

POLLY:  Indeed he is. Such a dear boy. He was rather a rascal when Robbie first bought him home.

rem:  They were at the academy together, right?

POLLY:  That’s right. Poor Thierry seemed… misguided. He wasn’t an orphan but…

rem:  No, I know. His family was not much of a family.

POLLY:  Indeed not! That father of his!

rem:  Thierry is much better for knowing you, dear Polly.

POLLY:  BLUSHES I thank you dear.

rem:  Tell us about midwifing. What made you want to attend births?

POLLY:  Oh my! LAUGHS  Donnie was a tiny thing, just after my husband… not long after he left us—I never did learn what happened to him. But he left me well cared for at leasat… a generous bank account. I had a neighbor lady, a young thing, newly married and away from her own mother. Charlotte Willows was her name. Her dear husband came battering on my door one night at two in the morning. Said Lottie was hollering something awful and feared she was dying. CHUCKLES  How many times I’ve heard that! Begged me to come help. And once I held their newborn daughter—they named her Polly. After me. And after that, I knew I wanted to help other mothers.

rem:  Polly, what a dear story. Do you still know them?

POLLY:  Oh my, yes. That was these eighteen years past, and they had four babies besides—all girls.

rem:  Speaking of girls, I believe you know the girls in my story.

POLLY:  I should say so. Simone is such a dear. SMILES  She’s the daughter I never had.

rem:  She’s rather a tomboy, is she not?

POLLY:  She is that, yes. But much more a lady than she realizes. She’s a remarkable young woman—endured so much. She’s so brave and so strong.

rem:  In my day, we call them survivors.

POLLY:  Indeed! That’s what she is—a survivor. She has survived much, and come out on top every time.

rem:  Polly, you were instrumental to her in many ways. I believe you introduced her to the Colonel.

POLLY:  NODS

rem:  Can you tell us how you know him.

POLLY:  Oh, I met Walter… I’ve known him for… BROW FURROWS  You know, I don’t believe I can recall how I met the man—it’s as though I’ve known him always…

rem:  You’re not the first to say that.

POLLY:  He is rather the enigma.

rem:  If you’re the mother Simone never knew, he’s the father Pearl never had.

POLLY:  For such a giant of a man, he truly has a tender heart. He’s been a dear friend to me, offering assistance where a husband ought to have done.

rem:  Polly, I thank you for visiting with me today. It has been a pleasure to chat with you.

POLLY:  I thank you, Robin. I, too, have enjoyed our time.

 

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““Mercedes?” I could barely breathe. I didn’t remember this woman. The name only tumbled in my mind, tugging at memories I couldn’t see. I don’t know how but I knew I could trust her. Still…”

““NO!” My throat raw already, my scream was jagged and panicked and desperate. “No!” I didn’t want to see it, I didn’t want to remember… Not this. I didn’t want to remember this.”

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Chat Thursday, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Series, Character Interview, Polly McBride     

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BLOGWORDS – Thursday Wednesday 28 February 2018 – CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – PEARL MARCHAND GRÜBER

CHAT THURSDAY WEDNESDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – PEARL MARCHAND GRÜBER

“I had both my brothers and my sister back. I had wept and prayed that PEARL should be restored to me. Jacksy and Thierry I hadn’t cared so much. And now, here they were, all jolly and pleasant with me, as though I were a dear friend.”

 

“PEARL had always been tenderhearted, kind to everyone, even notre mère. He enjoyed a cigar with Papá, even at his young age, and made friends with everyone he met. Unlike me.”

rem:  Bonjour, Madame, bienvenue. I’m delighted to have you on my blog today.

PEARL:  blushes  I think you, Madame. I’m most happy to be here.

rem:  Yours is quite the bittersweet story. What can you tell us of your suffering?

PEARL:  Oh, Madame, it was most difficult. I truly believed that I didn’t deserve to be happy.

rem:  My dear lady, I am so sorry you have known this…

PEARL:  touches her hand to mine  I know you have fought the same demons.

rem:  nods  And now you are living a most happy life, n’est-ce-pas?

PEARL:  Oh, oui! I most surely am.

rem:  What can you tell us of Simone?

PEARL:  shakes her head  Such a tomboy, that one. Never did she prefer tea parties—unless they were outdoors. And always climbing and tearing her dresses and stockings. But she is a dear, and a dear friend. Never did she turn away a friend in need, and never did she know anyone who wasn’t instantly her friend.

rem:  What impact did it have on you when she fell?

PEARL:  La! Madame, it was most horrific. We were all little girls still, we didn’t comprehend what had happened. Only that she fell in the water and…  gasps  … and she never came up again.

rem:  Pearl, I’m so sorry you saw that.

PEARL:  Merci, Madame. We all vowed never to go there again. Mercedes and Scarlett and myself. It was too difficult, too painful to play there ever again.

rem:  And where was that?

PEARL:  Versailles—well, we called it that. Truly, it was a burned out old church.

rem:  You were the one who thought to name it ‘Versailles,’ correct?

PEARL:  Oh, oui. I visited there—the real place, the one in Paris—when I was a small girl.

rem:  I believe you have become a midwife, is that correct?

PEARL:  Oh! Oui! And I am so happy in that.

rem:   Toutes nos félicitations! Congratulations. It was a struggle for you, was it not?

PEARL:  It was, yes.

rem:  But not because of difficulty.

PEARL:  Non¸ Madame. It was because I believed I surely would fail—and to fail a mother in childbirth… the consequences are most dire. Unthinkable, unconscionable…

rem:  I understand. You fled Saisons. Can you tell us why?

PEARL:  I… looks about the room  It was… I felt I had no choice.

rem:  And why was that?

PEARL:  I believed… I believed my friends would be ashamed of me. That they would no longer want to be my friend.

rem:  And I believe the answer to that would give too much information away.

PEARL:  laughs  Oui, best to leave some to read.  winks

rem:  Dearest Pearl, I’m so happy you visited with us today. And I’m most happy to know you are now happy in your life.

PEARL:  Oh, Madame. I could not have done it without you. It is I who should thank you.

 

 

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““PEARL was no longer lost to me and he had a new bride. And Thierry was no longer lost to us all, and was about to take a bride. At five and twenty years, the estate now was his birthright and he had granted PEARL full privilege and management over Ashley Santee.””

 

 

 

#Blogwords, Chat Thursday Wednesday, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Series, Character Interview, Pearl Marchand Grüber

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BLOGWORDS – Thursday 22 February 2018 – CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – LUC MARCHAND

 

CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – LUC MARCHAND

“I had both my brothers and my sister back. I had wept and prayed that Luc should be restored to me. Jacksy and Thierry I hadn’t cared so much. And now, here they were, all jolly and pleasant with me, as though I were a dear friend.”

 

“Luc had always been tenderhearted, kind to everyone, even notre mère. He enjoyed a cigar with Papá, even at his young age, and made friends with everyone he met. Unlike me.”

rem:  Bonjour, Monsieur, bienvenue. It’s lovely to chat with you today.

LUC:  Swell of you to ask me, dear lady.

rem:  You’ve been away for a long while. Can you tell us why?

LUC:  I was doing top secret work.

rem:  That assignment has ended, correct?

LUC:  It has, yes.

rem:  And before you took on that assignment, where were you then? What were you doing?

LUC:  I worked this assignment these past ten years. And as it’s classified, I can say nothing further about it.

rem:  When you left Saisons, how old were you?

LUC:  Thirteen.

rem:  And why did you leave? Where did you go?

LUC:  Dear Lady, I had to leave.

rem:  Because…

LUC:  Because I had learned… things. Things a man knows, things I didn’t understand.

rem:  My apologies, Sir. I know this is difficult for you. Tell us where you went.

LUC:  Sage. It’s a small town, not ten miles from home.

rem:  I suspect you kept an eye on your sister.

LUC:  Indeed I did! I knew what mon père was like. And that Lissette—I’d have killed her with my bare hands if she had dragged Lucy into her debauchery.

rem:  I can well imagine. And I think I speak for both of us when I say I’m exceeding glad she did not.

LUC:  It is well for her she never did, yes.

rem:  Let me clarify for our readers, Lucy is your pet name for your sister, n’est-ce-pas?

LUC:  nods and smiles  Oui.

rem:   How did you live when you went to Sage? You were a boy when you left.

LUC:  Hardly, dear lady. I was more man than boy. To answer you, I took odd jobs, picking cotton, toting bales. I made deliveries, took goods to folk others shied away from.

rem:  Sounds like you were a brave lad.

LUC:  Not brave so much, ma’am, as necessity.

rem:  Bravo to you.

LUC:  nods

rem:  You’ve had quite a fortunate turn of events.

LUC:  Indeed. My darling is with me again.

rem:  And you’re recently wed, correct.

LUC:  And happily so.

rem:  Congratulations to you both.

LUC:  nods

rem:  You are reunited with your sister, as well, correct?

LUC:  nods  I missed her dearly. We always were quite close, even though that horrible woman did her best to keep us apart.

rem:  Seems you two always made a way to meet.

LUC:  Indeed we did. Pearl is my sister, my twin, and I’ll not let anyone take her from me.

rem:  Yours is a most special bond, Monsieur. What was it like when you were little?

LUC:   smiles  We were inseparable when we were small. We played on the swing and when we were older, I walked with her when she’d push her dollies about, and she would watch me when I played ball. When Papá installed the maze for her, we spent our afternoons in the gazebo.

rem:  And now, you’re reunited.

LUC:  And glad of it, too.

rem:  You’re to settle in Saisons, I believe. Is that correct?

LUC:  You are, dear lady, most correct.

rem:  Monsieur, I thank you for visiting with me today.

LUC:  I thank you, dear lady. It has been my great pleasure.

 

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BLOGWORDS – Thursday 15 February 2018 – CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – JACQUELINE WILLIAMS

CHAT THURSDAY – CHARACTER INTERVIEW – JACQUELINE WILLIAMS

“I knew sisters were talked of as being greatest friends. I had not lived that fairy tale, but it was the desire of my heart. And this is what I determined to write to my dear Jacqueline.”

 

 

Jacqueline was not condescending toward me, spending many happy hours together in the nursery with our dollies and tea sets—indeed, it was she who introduced me to the art of having tea. She read to me, such that it was, mostly remembering what had been read to her by Gillian.”

 

rem:  Bonjour, Madame, bienvenue. My apologies for keeping you waiting.

JACQUELINE:  Nonsense. I trust you are feeling better.

rem:  Oh, oui, much better, merci. Would you care for some tea?

JACQUELINE:  That would be delightful.

rem:  You and your sister were estranged for many years. Can you tell us why?

JACQUELINE:  You must understand, Madame, that our family, our home, was not a happy one. Our mère was contemptuous. She felt herself… superior to everyone. She was condescending and scornful to all around her. Including Papá.

rem:  And you, I presume?

JACQUELINE:  Me most of all, I think.

rem:  And why was that?

JACQUELINE:  She only ever wanted to live in Paris, to attend and host balls and galas. She wanted a wealthy man to buy her fashions and jewels.

rem:  And ton père?

JACQUELINE:  He was apparently quite dashing and charming, and wooed her sufficiently to coerce her to marry him.

rem:  Coerce?

JACQUELINE:  Mon père, he was… It is a shameful thing—he was a cad and a rogue. Truth be told, he still is. He promised Mamá all manner of pretty things, and she thought he could give her all she wanted.

rem:  Everything but love, n’est-ce-pas?

JACQUELINE:  Oui, tout sauf l’amour. All but love.

rem:  And your sister?

JACQUELINE:  Pearl is only my half-sister. She and Luc were the product of one of mon père’s affairs.

rem:  Lissette, n’est-ce-pas?

JACQUELINE:  nods Mamá loathed her more than anyone.

rem:  What of you and Pearl?

JACQUELINE:  pauses We were great playmates when we were little… when Mamá let us play together. Lissette was always at Pearl’s side and Mamá didn’t want her anywhere near me. She left me in the care of Gillian and Sylvie—our nursery maids. Mamá hardly ever came out of her apartments.

rem:  Jacqueline, I’m so sorry.

JACQUELINE:  Yes, well… I thank you.

rem:  What of you and your sister then?

JACQUELINE:  hesitates, whispers I was mean to her.

rem:  And why was that?

JACQUELINE:  Madame, I am not proud of my behavior.

rem:  Jacqueline, you were only a child.

JACQUELINE:  nods Yes, a child. looks up I thought… I felt… Lissette was always with Pearl. They always had such fun together. I grew to despise her—non, I did not despise her; I resented her.

rem:  She recently wrote to you, did she not?

JACQUELINE:  She did, oui. I fear I was childish in my response to her.

rem:  What of the years in between?

JACQUELINE:  Madame, I am not proud of my actions. But you must remember I was deeply wounded by my own mother. I was put out of the house, sent away. I was separated from my sister in every way possible. As a child I didn’t understand it was not her fault or doing. As an adult, I only ever guarded my heart.

rem:  Oh, Madame, I do understand that.

JACQUELINE:  Understand me, I longed for my sister. I longed for the bond I saw in my friends with their own sisters. But I thought it impossible. A part of me… I thought… I believed Pearl felt herself superior to me. I felt she…

rem:  Non, Madame. Let’s not speak of it. pause You married, n’est-ce-pas?

JACQUELINE:  Oh, oui. smiles My Byron is most handsome and kind. He is a good man.

rem: And how did you meet?

JACQUELINE:  Oh dear. blushes I ran into him. He was working in his father’s mercantile and I turned and bumped right into him.

rem:  And the rest is history, as they say.

JACQUELINE:  blushes Oh, oui.

rem:  Jacqueline, I thank you for visiting with me today. It has been a delight to chat with you.

JACQUELINE:  I thank you, Madame. I, too, have enjoyed our time.

 

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“Did she understand? Did Jacqueline, too, feel such an utter disappointment and failure to her own mother? How much more bitter it must be for her.”

““You had Lissette and she adored you.” Jacqueline worried her hands in her lap. “I didn’t have anyone. I didn’t have Papá’s attentions, and Mamá, well …””

 

 

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