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A Father’s Love ...
After preparing the English tea religiously sent to her from cousins in Yorkshire, Renée sat down and began to read the letter from her estranged father.
Through the years I have been sending letters to you and since you have not returned my communications I can only assume that the old battle-axe (meaning Sadie Bakersfield) had not seen fit to give them to you. Even after the truth had been relayed and proven to her by my doctors in London, the shrew still refused to let me communicate with you. (Renée smiled shaking her head knowing how Marme could be when she felt her control over her was being threatened.)
Once it was verified that you were pass the age where this dreadful disease lifts it ugly head I breathed a lot better. I wanted to spare you the curse that has haunted our family for generations. When I didn’t want your beloved mother to have any children it was out of fear of passing the disease not out of an obsession as everyone thought. Not that I wasn’t obsessed with Andréa, I just didn’t want to risk my genes destroying another life. But, you have been spare!
I am 61 years old, but ha-ha I don’t look it! I’m living a wonderful life in my country house called Latimoore Lair and I want you to come and stay with me. I know that you would find it much to your liking! I understand why you were living in Bakersfield, but there is no longer a reason for you to stay there. That controlling vixen is now probably trying to tell the angels how to sing (smile). Please, come live with me and share the lovely countryside of your heritage. The surprises you find at Latimoore Lair is worth the visit!
I will expect to hear from you soon!
Your loving father—Alexander Latimoore II
The letter fell from Renée’s hand to the floor like a lead weight. No wonder her mother loved this man. He was not the ogre Marme said he was. He was a concerned and fearful father. And, with what Renée had heard about that disease he had every reason to be. If afflicted with the disease by the age of 21 years, the person’s body would begin to declare war against its own immunity system, breaking down all defenses until the person was only a shadow of his former self.
Alex Latimoore II had watched his father and elder brother Richard both succumb to the disease. His only sister Mary Beth and younger brother Edward had escaped the effects of the dreaded malady. Mary Beth married, but her oldest son had been stricken. Her daughter and youngest son were not afflicted, and this was a blessing. It seemed that this strange disease attacked the first-born males and bypassed women and younger males.
Mary Beth and Roger Kingsley were the relatives in Yorkshire that sent Renée that marvelous rich English Tea and Biscuits. Edward Latimoore was the youngest brother and a professor of Natural History at Oxford University. Edward was somewhat of a photographer and he supplied Renée with many beautiful landscape photos from which she would meticulously draw her graphics for her books. This tidbit of information was kept well hidden from Marme. Renée had these sent to Katie’s P.O. Box, so no one would discover her oversees packages and correspondences.
“And, why not visit with my English relatives and spend time getting to know my father. Who knows what other mysteries I will uncover that lie hidden across the ocean” Renée said to herself with a smile. “But first, I need to finish this business with Bakersfield and decide what to do about Marme’s house.”
Bakersfield Manor ...
Although Sadie had the kitchen remodeled to accommodate her cooking requirements, much of the remainder of the house was intact, depicting the mood at the turn of the 17th century. Sadie had the furniture in the bedrooms and sitting rooms professional refurbished and visited various antique shops across the country.
The time she spent in California was not wasted either. She had accumulated various artifacts that she knew she would one day use in her Southern mansion in Bakersfield.
Every summer when Renée was a child, Sadie would take her to Bakersfield so that she could get to know fine Southern living. The parties that Sadie would give were something out of a historic novel and the people would always be requested to dress in appropriate costumes.
When the time came for Renée’s “coming out” party; Sadie wrote everyone she knew, and the ball was so lavish that it received notoriety in Southern Living Magazine. At the time, Andréa was on location in France for yet another remake of La Belle et La Bête (Beauty and the Beast) and this was going to be a chance for her to really show her acting abilities. Andréa left everything up to Sadie (as agreed) and sent Renée a dozen roses along with transferring $50,000 in her personal account. Sadie had tried to get Renée to use the money to help her with her grandfather’s Bakersfield Cripple Children’s Foundation, but Renée refused.
Renée took $25,000 of the money and bought a cute red sports car and left the rest of the money in her account unbeknown to Marme. Renée made sure she had put every penny of it out of Marme’s grasp.
Sadie had been furious. Several weeks later the sports car was mysteriously stolen. The police never found it. The insurance money came to Renée and Sadie nagged her into donating it toward the new Sadie Bakersfield Pediatric Unit of Bakersfield Memorial Hospital. However, Sadie never knew what happened to the other $25,000. Renee’s personal account was not available for Marme to monitor.
“See what happens when you don’t listen to your Marme?” Sadie had said with a smiling. “I always know what’s best.” Much to Sadie’s dismay, Renée refused to speak to her for two weeks!
To Be Continued ...
An Unnatural Influence 13
- An Unnatural Influence 13
Sadie could do nothing to deter Renee from being proud of her European and Haitian Roots.
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