Finally Home (Chapter Two)

Finally Home

D. A. Ratliff

Chapter Two

It was nearly seven-thirty when Lia’s hunger pangs sent her to the kitchen. She turned on the oven following Sadie’s directions, and while the casserole baked, she made a salad and uncorked a bottle of pinot noir. She chuckled about the conversation she had with Sadie during the house tour. She had been reluctant to select a bottle from the wine cellar on the ground floor until Sadie poked her in the ribs and scolded her. “The wine is yours. Drink it.” She couldn’t get her head around the reality that the house was hers. She doubted she would ever become accustomed to the thought.

Flipping on the TV, she found a rerun of a favorite show and settled in to enjoy her meal. She was putting her plate in the dishwasher when her phone buzzed–her mother.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hello, darling.” In the background, she heard Perry yell hello. “Perry says hi. So, tell me everything.”

Fifteen minutes and several interruptions later, she finished. Her mother was silent.

“Mom?”

“Sorry, honey, I don’t know what to say. I wanted you to visit, but are you okay? Your senses have to be on overload.”

“I’m good. Everyone has been very nice. I supposed it’s all this Southern charm.”

“Don’t knock that charm. Your father had it in droves.”

“Not knocking it, Mom. After dealing with the French courts in the past last year, I appreciate how kind everyone has been here. I’m getting a real taste of Southern hospitality tomorrow night. Jasper has invited me to have dinner at his house. I hear his wife is a great cook, and the banker will be there… and… uh… some people in the… the local art scene will be there.” Her voice betrayed her nervousness.

“You can’t hide forever, Amelia.”

“I don’t want to hide forever, but I’m not certain I’m ready. Nigel’s trial hasn’t even started. I don’t know if I should even associate with anyone in the arts.”

Her mother’s voice became muffled, but Lia could make out her mom’s words as she asked Perry to talk to her about Nigel.

Perry took the phone, and Lia calmed, hearing his reassuring voice. “Hello, my dear. I understand you are worried about mixing with the art crowd down there?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. I may have to testify against Ni—him.”

“What does matter? It doesn’t mean you have to give up your life. I doubt the French court will call you to testify as the investigation cleared you of all knowledge of his activities, and the court released you. Besides, Jules and I will fight any request for your testimony.”

“I hope you’re right. I don’t want to go through that again.”

“Listen to me. Even if you have to testify, you won’t be alone. Your mom, Jason, and I will be with you. Now go to your dinner and dazzle those artsy folks with your amazing knowledge.”

Lia bit her lip, fighting back threatening tears, before she answered. “Perry, you’re the best.”

“Only one of the best, my dear. By the way, I received an email from Jasper Ellison containing the documents you want me to review. We’re leaving in a few minutes to join some friends for a drink before going to the reception. I’ll read them later tonight.”

“Thanks. Take your time.”

She spoke to her mother for a few more moments, then ended the call. She swallowed the remainder of her wine in one gulp, and her hand trembled as she sat the glass down. She didn’t want to return to Paris for Nigel’s trial. She wanted that life over.

Shaking off her anxiety, she put away the remaining casserole and salad. Refilled wine glass in hand, she wandered to the library where Sadie Lee had pointed out numerous photo albums labeled in gold lettering. She chose an album dated when her father was born and settled into an oversized armchair. Rhett wandered into the room as she opened the first album and curled up on the chair beside her.

“Where have you been? I haven’t seen you since I fed you this evening.” She asked, then laughed at herself, wondering what she would do if the handsome cat answered.

Following her father’s life, she perused album after album for the next two hours. As she viewed his pictures from infancy to kindergarten, grade school, to his days playing high school football, she began to feel a kinship with her father she had never enjoyed. Josephine and Franklin were in many of the pictures, Bradley appearing after he was born, and to the world, they appeared to be a happy family.

After her father left for Purdue, there were fewer pictures, despite Bradley remaining at home in high school. After her father graduated with a degree in the emerging computer science field, the young Microsoft organization offered him a position. He met her mother in Seattle, and their wedding pictures filled an entire album. Josephine and Franklin Sinclair looked happy posing with her parents and maternal grandparents. Only Bradley was missing from the photographs. The relationship between the brothers strained even then.

Lia closed her eyes as words from her grandmother’s letter floated into her mind.

After your father took you and your mother away, Franklin was angrier than I had ever seen him. He was so disappointed in your father, but he was wrong to feel that way. We raised our sons to believe they could be anything they chose. It was after that night I realized Franklin felt your father had betrayed him.

You must know where your grandfather came from to understand why he felt that way. He grew up in poverty on Ladys Island. His father and grandfather were poor shrimpers, running one boat and were away from home during the entire shrimp season, coming in only to drop off a catch and then head back out. It was a horrible existence, and your father wanted to make it easier for the family. He left school at sixteen and began working on the boat. By replacing one crew member, his help saved his father enough money to purchase another boat. By the time his grandfather retired, the fleet was up to four boats and making money.

I met your grandfather when he was thirty-five and very successful. By then, he had seven boats and a warehouse/distribution center. I was twenty-four and already considered a spinster by my family. They were appalled not only that I would consider marrying a man from such a humble background but one so much older than me.

It was your grandfather’s humble background that was his undoing. He never forgot the poverty and hardship he grew up in or the sacrifice he made for his family. You see, your grandfather wanted to be anything other than a shrimper, but his obligation to his family won out. While he vocalized his desire for his sons to do what they chose, it wasn’t until Bradley began to fall apart and your father refused to come home that I realized Franklin had expected his sons to remain with him. Heaven knows Bradley tried but did not have the will. Our family fell apart as a result. The expectations were too high.

Lia sat quietly for a moment, then glanced at her watch. It was nearly eleven, and she was exhausted. Up since four am to catch her flight, she returned the albums to the shelf, deciding it was time to get some rest.

Fifteen minutes later, she slipped into bed and turned off the crystal lamp on the bedside table. In the darkness, anxiety consumed her as it had every night since the French police had taken her into custody. She rolled onto her side, clasping the pillow, and as she drifted off to sleep, the tears she shed each night began to flow.

~~~

Lia woke around seven-thirty, surprised to find Rhett curled up next to her, and it took a bit of prodding to rouse the sleepy cat. When she finally pushed him away so she could get up, she took a quick shower and dressed in a pair of gray running pants and a hoodie. Impulsively, she grabbed her sketch pad and a couple of pencils and headed for the kitchen, Rhett following. After making coffee, she rummaged until she found more cat food. After feeding him, she found bagels and cream cheese for her breakfast, and after the bagel popped out of the toaster, she collected everything and headed outdoors.

She opened the door and waited. “You coming?” Rhett stared at her for a second, then trotted to the chair in front of the window, hopped up, and laid down. “I take it that would be no.” Lia smiled and walked onto the deck.

Wiping the remaining dew off a chair, she sat down at the table and took a moment to relish the solitude. The view reminded her of an impressionist painting. Colorful flowers appeared randomly scattered across the yard, their brightness diffused by the early-morning light and dew hanging in the air. Towering trees shaded pink, orange, and white azaleas that lined the yard’s perimeter. Flower beds in sunnier areas held hollyhocks, impatiens, and her favorite flowers, snapdragons. Purple wisteria twisted its way across the arbor, and the scent of honeysuckle hung in the air. An enormous magnolia tree covered in blooms stood outside the rear gate, its delicate fragrance adding to the ambiance.

For a fleeting moment, she felt at peace, thinking perhaps she had found a haven, far from the horrors of the last year. Then the fear she had lived with since she learned the truth about her husband’s crimes returned, and she put away thoughts of being at peace. After finishing the bagel, Lia picked up the sketch pad and lost herself drawing the yard until she heard someone coming up the steps leading from the garden. It was Sadie Lee.

“Good morning, Amelia. How are you this fine day?”

“Good morning to you.” Lia took a deep breath, looking out over the marsh visible between the houses across the side street. “I’m good. It’s so beautiful here, peaceful.”

Sadie sat down, folding her arms across her chest. “I believe you need some peace.”

Lia’s head snapped around, and Sadie threw up her hand. “Now, don’t get mad, but Miss Josie knew. She knew about your problems—followed the story as much as she could. She wanted to step in and even discussed it with Jasper, who told her it wasn’t a good idea. She had planned to invite you to come here before she died, but things didn’t work out that way. She didn’t want you to see her after she became so ill and have you remember her that way.”

Picking up her coffee cup, Lea hoped her trembling hand wasn’t noticeable as she swallowed the remaining coffee. She set the cup down, and her eyes cast downward. “Jasper didn’t say a word yesterday.”

Sadie shook her head. “He wouldn’t. He values your privacy, and I do too. One look at you, and anyone can see the pain in your eyes. I suspect she put in the clause that you couldn’t sell the house for thirty days, hoping being here would help you heal.”

Lia didn’t reply, and Sadie Lee rose, turning toward the door. As she touched the door handle, Lia spoke.

“I don’t think I’ll ever heal. Sometimes life is just too painful.”

“Child, healing always comes. It might leave a scar to remind us, but we can go on. That’s what your grandmother wanted for you.” With a wistful smile on her face, Sadie Lee spoke gently. “You’d be surprised how healing this place can be.”

Lia heard the door close quietly behind her. She stared at the beautiful garden for a few minutes before she picked up her pencil and lost herself in sketching.

An hour later, she wandered back into the kitchen and found Sadie Lee wiping down the countertops.

“Please tell me you don’t take care of this house by yourself?”

“Oh no, child, I don’t do much, we have two girls who come in to clean, and there’s a gardener who takes care of the grounds. Miss Josie liked her mornings quiet, so Sherri and Lynn Marie come in the afternoons. You can certainly decide your schedule and discuss it with them.”

“I don’t want to make any changes. We’ll leave things as they are.” She realized her voice sounded rushed and noted Sadie’s slightly raised eyebrow. “Don’t… I haven’t had time to think about anything.”

“No rush, my dear, none at all.”

“Sadie, what’s appropriate to wear to dinner down here? Jasper said casual, but casual means different things to different people.”

“Well, you will find that the ladies here do like to get a bit gussied up, so casual at Tillie Ellison’s won’t be blue jeans.”

“That’s what I thought.” Lia blew out a breath. “I don’t think I brought anything appropriate. I have only casual clothes and one suit with me. I need to look for something for tonight.”

“Not to worry, there’s a lovely dress shop on Bay Street called Periwinkles. Laurel Calhoun owns the shop. She’ll take care of you.”

“Good, I’ll stop in and see what she has. Do you know if there’s an art supply house in town?”

“Sure is, on Port Republic, just one street over from Bay. Had to take Danny there to get supplies for his school projects.”

“Thanks. I’m going to change and then go into town. Might drive around a bit and see the sights, so don’t worry about lunch for me.”

“It’ll do you good to get out and see Beaufort. Some nice restaurants downtown, so take your pick.” A sly smile crossed Sadie’s face. “Now, pick out something pretty. I imagine Jasper’s son Cade will be there, and he was one of Miss Josie’s favorite people.”

Lia’s breath caught at Sadie Lee’s not-so-subtle hint at matchmaking. No. The last thing she wanted was another man in her life.

~~~

Lia found a parking place on Bay Street about a half-block from the dress shop. After putting money in the meter, she stood on the sidewalk, momentarily absorbing the view. The historical section of Beaufort sat on the bay’s edge, the slightly salty, tangy aroma of the brackish water filling her lungs. The buildings lining the two-lane main street were a mix of newer brick and older wood construction. Palmetto and crepe myrtle trees lined the sidewalks, while curved black wrought-iron streetlights stood waiting for darkness.

As she walked toward Periwinkles, Lia recalled Jasper said she owned two buildings on Bay Street but had no idea which ones. ‘She owned.’ Lia shivered, realizing she had just thought of those buildings as hers. When had she allowed herself to believe any of this was permanent? This was not her life, and she needed to remember that.

Periwinkles proved to be a lovely dress boutique. The owner was as helpful as Sadie said, and an hour later, Lia emerged with an outfit for dinner and a few other items. She returned to the car, stashed her purchases in the trunk, and decided to walk around the town.

Beaufort was a tourist town with many gift shops, a marketplace with vendors selling various merchandise, and several art galleries. She had done a bit of reading on the art scene in Beaufort before she arrived, but she hadn’t expected to interact with anyone involved in the arts. Lia gazed into the gallery windows as she looped around Bay Street, stopping in a gift shop, where she bought t-shirts for Jason and Perry and a colorful woven leather belt for her mother. Finding a shoe store, her secret vice, she bought two pairs of sandals.

She returned to the car and stashed the rest of her purchases. Hungry, she spotted a restaurant across the street and decided she wanted something to take out. The Beaufort Marina was just down the street, and she was in the mood for a picnic.

The restaurant was lovely, housed in an old bank building. The aroma of oregano and garlic met her as she opened the door. The walls were bright white, and the décor contemporary except for a highly ornate antique wood bar that reminded Lia of a small bistro in Paris she used to frequent. She swallowed hard, suppressing a wave of anxiety, and walked up to the bar.

A friendly young bartender greeted her and took her order. As she waited, she looked around, her artist’s eye pleased by the large Palladian windows and the bright spots of color scattered throughout the two-story restaurant. It was nearly two in the afternoon, yet most tables remained occupied. When the bartender brought her order, she had engaged in one of her favorite pastimes, people-watching.

“Here you go.” He took her card for payment. “Are you visiting?”

“Yes, here for a couple of weeks of relaxation.”

“Yeah, I said that too. I came here three years ago from New Jersey to spend a week and decided to stay.”

“What made you want to stay?”

“Nicest people I’ve ever met. Don’t get me wrong, there are some difficult people in town, but those jerks are everywhere. But life is good here, relaxed and fun. Going to school, met a great girl—probably gonna stay forever.”

“I wish you well.”

“Maybe you’ll stay. You never know.” He handed her card back. “Come back and see us. This place is lively at night.”

She smiled. “I will,” and picked up the bag containing her sandwich. She hesitated before she walked away. “You never know... that’s true.”

The marina was half a block away, but Lia decided to drive there, parking where she had a clear view of the docks and the people milling about the boats. As she ate her eggplant Panini, she thought about the bartender’s words, ‘you never know.’ She didn’t know what she wanted to do, which surprised her more than she realized. She had arrived in Beaufort barely twenty-four hours before, determined to deal with the estate and return home.

An SUV pulled in next to her, and she watched as a young family piled out, dragging a cooler and fishing rods to a boat tied up at the dock. In her quest to become a curator, she had never thought about a family for a moment. Nigel had made it clear he didn’t want children and relentlessly policed her taking the pill. She took the last sip of her tea as she realized how many clues she had missed along the way about him. Getting out of the car to throw away her food, she muttered, “Could have saved yourself a lot of heartaches.”

Her next stop was the art supply house, one street over. She exited the store with more supplies than she meant to purchase, but the store was well stocked, and she couldn’t resist. Armed with the location of a chocolate shop, thanks to the art store clerk, she stopped and picked up a hostess gift for Tillie Ellison and chocolate truffles for Sadie.

When she arrived back at the house, she hurried to her room to leave her shopping bags, stopping short as she walked through the door. A slender woman with long red hair stood inside the walk-in closet door.

“Excuse me. Who are you?”

The young woman spun around, her eyes wide in surprise. “Oh, sorry, you startled me. I was putting away your shoes. I’m Sherri, and I work... uh... worked for Miss Josephine. You must be the granddaughter.”

Lia noticed a slight change in Sherri’s demeanor as she uttered the last word and suspected the woman might be worried about her job.

“I am. I’m Amelia Sinclair, but please call me Lia. It’s nice to meet you.” She put her packages on the bed. “I know my grandmother’s death was difficult for all who knew her. More difficult for you than for me in many ways.”

“She was very kind to me. I miss her.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“Are you staying, or are you selling the house? Either way, I imagine you’ll want to find your own help, so Lynn Marie and I figured we should look for other work.”

Lia took a sharp breath. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. If I sell the house, I promise to arrange for the new owners to keep the two of you on if I can. If not, I’ll help you find something else.”

Sherri gave her a tiny smile. “That’s very kind of you. Can I help you with those?” She pointed to the shopping bags.

“No, I can manage, but thank you.”

“Then I’ll leave you alone. I tidied up the bathroom and put out some fresh towels. If you need anything, I’ll be upstairs for a while, dusting.”

Lia thanked her, closed the bedroom door after Sherri left, and called her mother. As her mother answered, she was pulling clothes out of bags.

“Hi, Mom.”

“How are you, dear?”

“Okay, I spent last night looking through old photo albums. I feel like I know Dad a little bit better. I have a lot of questions about the pictures. I thought I’d ask Sadie to go through them with me.”

“That’s a good way to find out more about the family. How are you? Did you sleep well?”

“Once I went to sleep, I didn’t wake up until this morning, so I did.”

“You have a big dinner tonight. I hope you have fun.”

“Well, I didn’t think I had anything proper to wear, so I went shopping and found a cute sundress.” She stopped. “Oh, Mom. What am I doing here?”

“You are relaxing, getting a change of scenery, and making some decisions about your life.”

“No pressure there,” Lia grumbled.

“Darling, I’m about to meet Perry for lunch with some judge friend of his. Now listen, call me before nine Pacific Time. I have some silly spouses’ event tomorrow. They are taking us on a tour of San Francisco, and then we leave on the dinner boat charter for the final banquet at four pm. They are starting cocktails early. I want to know all about your dinner, so call me. You have fun tonight.”

“I will, and I’ll call you in the morning.”

She hung up, grabbed the box of truffles, and headed downstairs. She found Sadie sitting at the kitchen bar working on a laptop. Sadie smiled as she walked in.

“So, how was your trip to the big city?”

“It’s a lovely small town. I found a dress to wear and a few other things. Took a walk around town, grabbed lunch at the restaurant in that old bank, and went to the marina to eat. Then I went to the art supply store and stopped by the chocolate shop. Here—these are for you for being so kind to me.” She handed Sadie the box.

“Ooh my, I love the chocolate from there. They make all of the candy right there.” She opened the box, “Truffles....” She hopped off the stool and hugged Lia. “You are so sweet to think of me, child. Now let’s have a truffle.” She offered the box to Lia.

“Oh, no, I have a dinner to go to, and I already had a sandwich this afternoon. You enjoy them.”

“Let me get you some sweet peach tea.”

“No, way too much sugar.”

Sadie laughed. “Let me tell you a little secret, no sugar. Miss Josie and I preferred the fake stuff.”

“Then I’ll take a glass.”

As they drank tea, Sadie explained what she was doing on the laptop. “Miss Josie started to put together a cookbook of Sinclair family recipes a year ago. She intended to sell it for charity. She wrote down all the recipes. I’ve been typing them up because I want to make certain this gets done.”

“That’s a wonderful project. Maybe I can help you with it while I’m here.”

“While?” Lia dropped her gaze, and Sadie sighed. “I’m sorry, I need to learn my manners. Forgive me?”

“Nothing to forgive, please don’t apolo....”

The doorbell chimed, and Sadie rose to get the door, but Lia stopped her. “Let me get it. You sit here and enjoy your truffles. And, to finish that thought, don’t apologize.”

Through the glass panes of the entry door, Lia got a peek at the visitor. A tall brown-haired woman around her mother’s age, dressed in a stylish yellow sheath dress, multi-strand pearls, and oversized sunglasses, was standing, hands-on-hips, waiting for the door to open.

Lia obliged, and the woman appeared startled momentarily but recovered and spoke, her voice icy. “I was expecting Sadie Lee. I’m surprised you answered the door, Amelia.”

“Obviously, you know who I am, so you have me at a disadvantage. May I ask who you are?”

“I am Magdalene Townsend, your cousin.”

“Oh—Magdalene, so pleased to meet you. Sadie’s been telling me all about you. Please come in.”

As Magdalene walked past her, Lia noticed her comment about Sadie elicited a tight smile. Lia could swear she could hear the woman’s teeth grinding. Clearly, Cousin Magdalene was not amused.

“Sadie and I were just having some tea. Let’s go to the kitchen.”

“I had a few minutes and wanted to speak to you privately.” She motioned toward the very formal parlor to her right.

“I’d rather we sat in the den. So much cozier when chatting with family, don’t you think?” Lia walked ahead toward the den, expecting her cousin to follow.

Entering the kitchen, Sadie’s glance and raised eyebrow caused Lia to repress a chuckle. Sadie covered for her. “Miss Magdalene, so nice to see you. Haven’t seen you since the funeral.”

Magdalene dipped her head slightly. “Sadie, I would like to speak to Amelia in private if you don’t mind.”

Noticing Lia was about to protest, Sadie picked up her laptop and tea. “Certainly, I’ll be in the library if you need anything.”

Lia asked Magdalene as Sadie left the room. “May I get you some tea?”

“No, thank you. As I told you, I have an engagement shortly, but I did want to welcome you on behalf of the family.”

“Let’s sit down.” Lia swept her arm toward the cozy den area off the kitchen. As they walked in, she noted the disdain on Magdalene’s face as she spotted Rhett curled up on the back of a chair. She sat in the chair with the cat while her cousin chose the loveseat.

“Amelia....”

“Please call me Lia. Everyone does.”

Puffing out her chest, Magdalene continued. “I prefer given names as opposed to nicknames. While I certainly want to welcome you to Beaufort, I must say we were quite surprised that after all these years, Aunt Josephine chose to bring you back into the family.”

“I am her only granddaughter, and my brother Jason is her grandson.”

“A grandson she never met.”

“Unfortunately, Jason and I didn’t get to know her, and now it’s too late.”

“We were surprised to learn the contents of her will. After all, we grew up with her, nurtured her, and took care of her, and for Aunt Josephine to leave everything to you was a shock. We are concerned about your intentions regarding this house and her other belongings.”

Lia chewed on her lower lip, stalling before she answered. What she wanted to say and what she knew she would say didn’t reconcile. “I was as surprised as anyone when I received Mr. Ellison’s letter. As to my intentions, I don’t know, having arrived here yesterday afternoon.” She leaned back in the chair. “Honestly, I wasn’t certain what I would find, and I have been pleasantly surprised. This is a lovely town, and I’ll likely take my time to decide.”

Magdalene’s short intake of breath gave her unhappiness away. She glanced at her watch. “I need to go, or I’ll be late. I hope you enjoy your stay in Beaufort, and you must come for dinner soon. You should meet the rest of your family before you leave.” She rose, and Lia accompanied her to the front door.

Lia held the door open, and once on the porch, Magdalene turned toward her. “Once you decide when you are returning home and wish to sell this house, I would appreciate your letting me know. I’ve always had a soft spot for this lovely place.”

“If I decide to sell, I’ll inform Mr. Ellison first. It was very nice of you to stop by.”

Magdalene’s eyes narrowed. “Well, of course, Jasper should be the first to know.” She took a small breath and added, “I’ll call you next week for dinner. Good afternoon.”

Lia waited for Magdalene to reach her car before she closed the door. Sadie was standing in the library doorway, arms folded across her chest.

“Lovely woman.”

Lia sank onto the foyer bench. “Subtlety is not one of her attributes. Are all of my cousins like that?”

“No, not all, but your Great Aunt Penelope’s offspring are quite something. Their daddy was a banker and owned lots of land where the Marine airbase now sits. They’ve got all kinds of money or at least had all kinds of money. Rumor has it that Magdalene’s husband made some bad investments, and things might not be as good as she’d like people to believe.”

“Those pearls were real and expensive, so they aren’t too broke.” Lia glanced at the grandfather clock and stood up. “Let’s get our tea and go upstairs. I want your opinion on what I bought. I have to start thinking about getting ready for my entry into Beaufort’s society.”

“Lawzy, child, I suspect you’ll dazzle them.”

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Coming up in Chapter Three: Lia meets her grandmother's friends along with a handsome attorney at a dinner party. But someone doesn't want her in Beaufort and threatens her.

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