CHAPTER 1
“Dear me, is London always this dreary?” Grandma Dubois asked incredulously. She had just stepped into a little café with her daughter, Jane Tenning. It was raining outside, as it often did that time of year, and Grandma was not feeling very chipper, you could say. She had just had her hair done and she’d forgotten her umbrella. It was Friday the 13th and, as she had broken many mirrors in her life, her luck warranted a storm.
Jane looked at her mother as they walked into the café. Jane was worried. Her mother obviously needed to talk about something important or she wouldn’t be there. In plain terms Jane was downright scared. Mrs. Dubois was a southern lady, through and through. She had all the traits one would expect. She was stubborn as a mule, gentle as a lamb to some, vicious as a lion to others. When her mind was made up there was a slim to none chance of her changing it.
She hadn’t approved of Andrew Tenning from the moment she met him. He was rude, arrogant, and acted far too rash for her taste. Yet somehow Jane had gotten her mother’s approval. She was allowed to marry the young man from England and she did just that. A short while later Andrew and the not long pregnant Jane flew to London and found a nice home there where they could raise a family. Now they had two children, a girl and a boy. The boy, Nathan, was 18 and on top of the world. He had been accepted to Cambridge University and would be attending classes there in the early fall. Their daughter Julia was five years younger than Nate and at 13 had not a care in the world. She loved to play football and was beginning to enjoy theatre. She had just read Romeo and Juliet and was totally fascinated with pretending to be other people if only for a few hours in a play. Her grades were rather good but she knew too much for her age. Often times she would disagree with teachers on very important subjects. She was what someone would call a free-spirited child.
Jane hurriedly ordered their tea and they sat down at a corner table. For a while Grandma talked about family, friends, and the weather. Jane looked at her impatiently wishing se would get on with whatever she had to say.
“ Well,” she pressed, “ what did you want to talk about. I know you too well to think you came here just to talk about Uncle James, so please just get on with it!”
Grandma sipped her tea for a moment, fiddled with a sugar packet and then sat there so quietly that if you didn’t see her you didn’t know she was there. Then she took a deep breath and looked at Jane.
“You used to be so soft-spoken, dear. But I’ll let that pass because you need to hear this. For years you’ve sent me letters about the family. From those letters I gathered that Nathan was doing exceptionally well in his life. Julia on the other hand seemed to leave more than a bit to be desired. All her running around, playing sports, and not using proper manners, in school or at home, well it’s… it’s downright appalling, that’s what it is!” Grandma was losing her composure and fought to regain it. When she was under control again she continued.
“As you know I have a somewhat large estate in Savannah and I recommend Julia come live with me for a while. I know this most likely comes as a shock to you but I feel she would do well to learn the proper etiquette of a true lady.”
When Jane processed what she had heard, she almost laughed out loud. First off Julia wouldn’t go willingly and secondly, even if she went she would not change in the least bit. This would be interesting, she was sure of that.
They paid the check and walked back out into the rainfall. The whole drive home neither of them said a word. Jane occasionally threw sidelong glances at her mother trying to figure out the best way to tell Julia. When they pulled into the drive they found Julia, much to the dismay of her Grandma, jumping on a trampoline in the pouring rain.
“Jane, dear, you had better warn that child not to stay outside in a storm, she’ll catch pneumonia or worse die of influenza! We can’t have that now can we?”
“Mother stop nitpicking. Please. Let her be until I tell her the…news.”
“Oh yes,” thought Grandma, “she’s coming with me. Whether she wishes too or not she will come. She’ll be a proper lady yet.”
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