An Unnatural Influence
The Journey Begins ...
Alexandria Renée Latimoore was an extremely attractive young woman. Her long satin-like hair mimicked a beautiful shroud. It was hard for people to take their eyes off that hair! The texture and feel of it was captivating. However her most coveted possessions were her magnificent cocoa-brown eyes! It was as if a piece of marvelously rich chocolate had decided to nestle under her lids. Because she was of a creamy smooth beige complexion; her bewitching eyes were like a calm breeze on a summer’s day.
Renée had always been ahead of her time. She was more comfortable with her IPad Pro and pencil than others were with their paper and pens. The illustrations that Renée used in her many books of poetry, short stories and magazine articles depicted scenes of rolling hills and pleasant meadows. These scenes were either photographed by her or sketched.
During Renée’s college days, she had won many scholastic honors including a Pulitzer Prize in Journalism on an article she had written on the Persian Gulf Wars. The article was entitled “Looking back, an Objective Perspective.” Renée rejoiced that she’d been a part of this technological age instead of an era when women were prisoners to corsets and kitchens! She knew she would have never made it. Her formerly adapted uninhibited wardrobe and bohemian lifestyle would not have been acceptable in a Victorian world. However, that part of her life was behind her!
Renée thought back on her godmother and mentor Sadie Bakersfield. The formidable rotunda woman was now sleeping in eternal peace, and Renée was missing her strong domineering influence. While reclining in her first-class seat on the return plane trip from San Francisco; Renée thought about the letters she still had in a small purse. The letters she was too nervous to open. Renée closed her eyes and reflected over the past twenty years of her life with her “Marme” Sadie; remembering a remark as if it was yesterday.
“Child, what was your mamma thinking when she had you?” Sadie would say every time she looked at Renée and would give her a big bear-hug. Her own mother it seemed had little time to spend with her; a successful model turned actress, Andréa Dupree had been a globe-trotting superstar.
Twenty Years Ago Today ...
Andréa had died in a car accident on location in the South of France and it was at that time that Renée first found herself flung into the spotlight. Renée had been rescued by Sadie. It was Sadie’s intentions to whisked Renée away to a small rural Southern community where she could participate in a life-style that was both charming and charitable.
Her mother’s ceremony had been a beautiful event with top celebrities from around the world in attendance. Andréa’s brother Jon-Luc Dupree stood beside ex-husband, distinguish British playwright Alex Latimoore. They both were attired in all black and looking very handsome and extremely sad. It was quite evident that Alex was still very much in love with Andréa.
Renée could hear Alex Latimoore giving his comments at the memorial services.
“Andréa was a beautiful and talented woman. The years could never erase that distinctive radiance she possessed.” He said in his strong accent and there were quite a few “amen” accompanying his words from Andréa’s many male admirers.
“Andréa will always hold a special place in my heart. Her charm, her quick wit, and her vibrant personality, and the wonderful way— “Alex became so overcome with emotions that he could not complete his statement. Jon-Luc rushed to the podium to offer his support and the onlookers nodded their understanding. For many moments there was silence followed by quiet weeping from the audience. Jon-Luc turned his handsome head away from the TV cameras and Renée sat serenely through the entire ceremony. They were all talking about a woman she rarely remembered. Sadie was the only mother she could acknowledge.
After the services, a haggard looking Sadie escorted a pensive Renée hurriedly pass her Uncle Jon-Luc and father Alex to a waiting limo and gave a rude reporter a nudge in the stomach.
“Give the child some air, she just lost her momma!” Sadie said abruptly and helped Renée into the limo.
“I’m almost eighteen years old, Marme; I can hardly be considered a child.” Renée said with a slow smile.
“That’s what your momma used to say,” Sadie said with a distance look in her eyes. Just then Alex Latimoore approached the car; Sadie told the driver to move on.
“Say-dee!” His strong English accent rang out her name
“Marme, what’s wrong?” Renée asked concerned.
“I’m just tired, child. I feel like the world just hit me in the stomach.” Sadie said sadly. Sadie was only a few years older than Andréa's thirty-eight years; however as she watched Alex’s retreating frame with head lowered she felt an unexpected twinge in her chest. It made her feel ages old.
Minutes later, Sadie and Renée were on a small chartered plane bound for San Francisco. A special car was sent to pick them up directly from the airfield and carry them to where they would be spending the night. Then both sat in silence until they reached their hotel suite.
To Be Continued ...
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Sadie Bakersfield ruled her dynasty with an iron hand disguised in a velvet glove. No one was allowed to stand in her way when she wanted something and heaven help the man or woman who tried!
© 2018 Jacqueline Williamson BBA MPA MS