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Foreigners and Western Wall Flowers ...
For minutes Renée sat in her apartment looking around at its beautiful furnishings. Many of the items had migrated from her California place and other pieces were from the mansion. She contemplated the heated discussions she had with Sadie regarding how well she was living when the money could have been put to better use. She could remember her say …
“Child, you really need to just auction those nice things and give the money to the foundation. You could be living with me in a lovely Southern mansion if you really like that high living.”
“The foundation, the foundation every decent penny I have you would just be happy if I gave it to your foundation. I bought these things with my own money and I am going to enjoy them.” Renée said defiantly.
“Humph, don’t get so defensive with me, child. You will thank me one day about this foundation.” Sadie would comment, and Renée would look even more upset.
“Don’t worry about it thought; you have me, and I am going to be forever watching over you.” And Sadie would put her arms possessively around Renée.
Renée would sometimes chuckle at the way Sadie would talk. Sadie had gone to college and had graduated with a degree in History, but she never left her Southern roots, as she called them. Sadie Bakersfield refused to become a Western Wall Flower as she referred to people in California and constantly criticized the industry that gave Renée’s mother so much pleasure. It was only now, after Sadie’s demise that Renée realized to what extent how narrow-minded and vindictive Sadie was.
“Strange people these are.” Sadie would commence her rhetoric. “They party until all hours of the night, sleep until noon, get up to read the papers and then back to sleep in anticipation of another round of parties.”
“But you like parties, too Marme. You have those Southern parties every time we go to Bakersfield.” Renée admonished.
“They were balls—not parties young lady. There is a mighty big difference. Southerners give grand balls in beautiful regalia and gentlemen know how to treat a lady, that’s for sure.” Sadie countered.
“What do you mean?” Renée asked.
“Never you mind about that.” Sadie would reply. “These foreigners and Western Wall Flowers don’t know nothing about treating a lady with dignity. They part friends for personal gain. Well enough about that.”
These Are My Roots ...
Sadie had tried not only to keep Renée out of contact with her English relatives, but with her French ones as well. Renée’s great grandfather (Andre Jon-Luc Dupree I) had fought alongside Americans during World War I and after the war met a beautiful black woman when he was visiting friends in America. They fell in love almost immediately and eleven months later Renée’s grandfather was born. The soldier married the beautiful Black woman named Raziya Renée and returned to France (Renée was added later.) There he built her a lovely French villa. Raziya and Andre lived many happy years together with their son. Rebecca was thrown from a horse and died a month later.
Their son Andre Jon-Luc Dupree II married a demure French peasant girl and twins Andréa Renée and Andre Jon-Luc Dupree III were born a year later. When Andre Dupree I became seriously ill, Andre II and his wife Jacquie assumed the managing responsibilities of the villa. After the first Andre died, Andre the Second became the Marquis de Grandeur. With the inheritance of his father, the Marquis rebuilt the villa into something that was truly grand!
“Those French people have their strange ways, too.” Sadie would start every time Renée would bring up her mother’s family. “I think they are just a wee bit loose on the morals. Why a Southern gentleman would never take such advantages of his lady.”
“I think you are referring to those genteel men of bygone days, Marme. There are just as many illegitimate children in the South as anywhere else!” Renée would exclaim.
“I won’t have you bad mouthing the South, you hear? Those are MY roots and as long as you take bread under my authority you will respect it!” Sadie would say and then waddle off to her rooms mumbling about uppity French blood.
Pacifying A ‘Friend’ ...
Andréa possessed a beautiful “home” in California. She had bought some acres of land in California and had a very good developer friend create a home that was extraordinary and very non-conventional. Andréa didn’t want her home to mimic the usual homes in that area, but to resemble something from “Gone with the Wind.” She knew that this would be the only type of home that would pacify Sadie Bakersfield. Since Andréa spent very little time there; she didn’t mind creating an atmosphere for her long-time friend. No grand balls were held there, though. That was left to the authentic South.
“That’s enough strolling down memory lane!” Renée thought as she rose from her kitchen stool. The first thing I am going to do is give my landlord two weeks’ notice. I am going to have all my furnishing put in storage and I would love to sell that grand old house. It should be loved and appreciated by someone of Bakersfield. How they worshipped that woman.”
“I will ask Curtis Bakersfield how to develop the lands surrounding Bakersfield. They could be sold with the proceeds going to the Cripple Children’s Hospital of Bakersfield. That could be my final legacy to you, my beloved Marme!” Renée said sarcastically and thought to set her plans into motion.
To Be Continued ...
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The Blood-Red Ruby was no longer under the contract with Sadie since her demise but it still was steep in its history of murder and manipulation.
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Jacqueline Williamson BBA MPA MS (author) from Memphis on October 05, 2018:
The Blood-Red Ruby … The Blood-Red DEATH!