Baroness Karen Part 2
The next day at Aubrey and Natalie’s home; the girls were excited to ask Miranda, their mother, for a sleepover at Karen’s house. Their mother was the disciplinary one. She was the glue, the adviser, the seasoned negotiator and by far the most passionate one until Aubrey came along. Then Aubrey was undeniably the fast one. She could read a paragraph, close the book and recite it almost word for word. Aubrey negotiated for them to have more fun. Miranda watched Aubrey with a careful eye when Aubrey had convinced herself that she was in love at sixteen. An argument ensued. Oh, It Was Bad…“The Argument!” I had a spitting headache witnessing those two.
Miranda said to the girls, “What do you think your father fell in love with first? It was my mind, all the other stuff was an added bonus. Girls, your minds need to grow; especially mature. Your schooling and intelligence will take you the farthest. This is the way you survive in “The Real World”. We can’t always think in terms of being in love, if we did, nothing would get accomplished.” Well, that made a lot of sense to me.
As you probably guessed, the girls, well at least Aubrey tried to be smarter than Miranda; which was often. Well, good luck with that. As the girls grew and wanted to establish their own identity, a single entity and not an appendage Aubrey grabbed Natalie’s hand and said, “There’s another way to handle this.” They went straight to their father and asked him. Of course Stuart’s response and answer was, “I stand by your Mother’s word.” Just to keep the peace in the family.
Aubrey said, “Yes, well that’s all well and good. We are asking for your opinion Father. You do have an opinion, don’t you Father?” Stuart asked introspectively with his thick eyes brows narrowing closer. Aubrey smiling at Natalie. “What is it you’re asking girls?” asked Stuart. “Natalie and I have been invited to a slumber party at one of our dear friend’s home. It’s Karen, you remember father, dropping us off at school you met Karen.” “Yes, a friendly girl.” said Stuart. “Well, Natalie and I can’t get a word in edgewise without mother vetoing and saying, this is not open for discussion.”
“Father, there is some leverage here to discuss with mother. Remember when mother said, ‘They’ll not learn a thing if you choose to shelter them.’ Well, this is the appropriate time to bring this up with mother.” “Yes, you’re exactly right girls, very well then, I will go speak to your mother now.” Stuart felt quite confident he could win this minor battle with Miranda for the girls sake. Aubrey grabbed Natalie by the hand and said,
“Hurry, lets go pack our night bags.” Confident girl, isn’t she?
Miranda, knocks at their door and enters with maybe some good news. “Your father and I have discussed your request for a sleepover at Karen’s home. We will take you there and we wish to introduce ourselves to Karen’s parents. But if”…Pause..”I feel you shouldn’t stay that will be my final word. Do you understand me?
The girls smiled and nodded. While Stuart was rather proud he was able to make the case for the girls. Of course we all understand who really was to take the credit for this. On their way cozy and warm in the car, Miranda said, “One of you shows a great talent to become a lawyer in negotiations.” Aubrey looked at Natalie and smiled…
There was an author in England and during her spare time she was thoroughly involved writing a series of stories that later became a world wide sensation. She had submitted her manuscripts to at least 60 publishers; each time rejected.
When finally, a smaller publisher called Dover’s Books Publishing briefly scanned the manuscript and decided to take it home.
The publisher said to his daughter Leslie, “Read this and give me your opinion and review.” The little girl said to her father, “Father, you get paid to do your job. As a protégée I’m afraid I’ll have to charge you to do my job.” Well, the little munchkin certainly had a good point, already showing meticulous business skills. After all who works for free?
Leslie, almost ten years old was a voracious reader. She paused while calculating in her mind and then said to her father, “I will charge you three times my weekly allowance. If I read the book by Sunday I’ll expect payment in full then. Is that understood father!” “Perfectly,” he replied. They shook hands and Leslie took the manuscript from her father’s hands and said to him, “I’m going into my office and I would like cookies and milk while I read.
Leslie left the living room climbing the stairs very determinedly. While her father went straight to the kitchen, getting the milk and cookies for Leslie. He was whistling all the way up the stairs and then knocked on Leslie’s door. “As you wished mademoiselle, here are your cookies and milk.” “Thank you father.”
On Sunday morning, Leslie had 5 more pages to read and finish the manuscript. She slipped into her morning shoes and put on her morning robe and went down stairs to the living room where her father sat drinking his coffee and reading the Sunday papers.
“Father I am advising you to publish this book. I would also like 10% of your gross income from the book to be deposited into my college fund.” “Very well.” said her father. Widening his eyes and swallowing harder, 10% well that was a high number. Leslie proceeded to tell her father, “The book is about a little girl who has magical powers. I could totally relate to that.” said Leslie. “There are plenty of villains in the book to make it very interesting and challenging. The witches, of course come with their own magical powers. But not all witches are bad. The author said she was writing six more books. I want to read all seven of her stories. I will keep this collection so when I’m old enough my children will be required to read these seven magical stories.” “Is there anything else my dear?” asked her father. “How soon can you publish the book?” asked Leslie.
Miranda, Aubrey and Natalie’s mother, had finally finished her manuscript. She dreamed of becoming a writer. Being a wife to Stuart and a mother to two teenage daughters didn’t stop her from writing and eventually she went on to be published.
Though, It didn’t go as Miranda had initially planned. Forget about becoming an overnight sensation.
The girls, Aubrey and Natalie never forgot that story. One afternoon after finishing their homework, the girls were painting each on her own canvas and easel. Aubrey remembers it quite well…
That late afternoon Miranda came home and we were all a bit startled. She usually didn’t enter with such haste. Aubrey and Natalie looked at each other with a face of concern and worry. Almost like twin sisters they could read each other’s minds.
Miranda came inside her house and it appeared as if she had been sniffling, maybe crying. Natalie asked Aubrey. What do you suppose it is? Why mother just flew by us?” “Well, I know one thing, she’s upset.” said Aubrey
Edith the cook said to the girls, “Now don’t go bothering your mother at this point. Whatever it is, she needs time to gather her thoughts.”
Aubrey and Natalie looked at each and nodded their heads.
Edith said, “Your father is expected any moment and I’m sure he will proceed to comfort your mother. That is, if that’s what she needs.”
Natalie asked, “Aubrey, do you think it has anything to do with the book?”
“I think that’s a good guess. It must have something to do with her book. All I know is that none of us like seeing her this way because mother is usually the most cheerful person in the world.” said Aubrey
Edith said, “Very well. With that said, let’s keep ourselves and our minds busy. I will need help setting the table for when dinner is ready.”
To the girl’s relief after they finished helping Edith set the table, their father came in through the front entrance and they were never more happy to see him walk through the front door.
Aubrey jumped immediately to inform him of their worry for Miranda. Even Scarlet, the dog was whimpering. Scarlet was not used to less affection as neither were the girls. LeenyBeeny was a black Pekingese with almost a white face, paws, and neck. LeenyBeeny loved life enormously. She and Scarlet got along quite well. They would usually gang up on Casanova a gold Pekingese who would have been considered champion material, except for the fact that his testicles never descended to the appropriate place. Therefore, any judge couldn’t judge that part of the dog because they were hidden. What a shame that dog could have won all the championships for years to come.
“Father, mother came home about half an hour ago and she looked upset. It was obvious she wasn’t herself.” said Aubrey.
“Yes girls, I immediately noticed. This is unusual behavior for your mother. When I walk in through the front door, she usually has the papers and my tea and her beautiful smile to greet me. Let me go see if something is bothering her.”
As they stared at their father climbing the stairs, Edith immediately jumped in front of both of them. She blocked the girls from following their father. “Now come along. This is your father’s and mother’s business.” said Edith.
The girls sat at the bottom of the stairs and all they could hear was their father knocking on their mother’s writing room door.
“Miranda, sweetheart it’s me dear. Can I come in?” said Stuart.
The door opened and Miranda said, “Oh Stuart, I had the most horrible day.” She was in tears and then the door closed and all the girls could could hear was muffled words of highs and lows in their pitch.
Miranda sat on her chaise and Stuart sat next to her. “What is it my Bonnie Blue? What has upset you so much. Tell me my darling.”
Stuart took out his handkerchief and wiped her tears.
“I went to Shilling’s publishing and I met with the powers that be and they looked less than interested in my book. I couldn’t stand the silence as Arthur reviewed it in front of me. As if he actually read it. It was that pale and miserable Debra Hallsworth who read it and informed Arthur, why she didn’t like the book. I know the perfectly good reason why that poor pathetic pale skeleton of a woman didn’t like my book. She’s a jealous person because I have you and the girls and because her life is void of anything nurturing. Not even a dog could put up with her. Certainly not Scarlet.”
Taking Miranda’s hand in his, Stuart said, “Come here my darling. Let me explain to you why I find you so beautiful and fascinating. Miranda, no one could describe an inkling of life or love like the way you do my darling. You know exactly how to live and write and keep us all so happy and nourished with all your love, my Bonnie Blue. No one could ever compare and Shillings is one publisher among thousands. And you’re exactly right. Anyone who doesn’t have love in their heart couldn’t understand another that does.
Wiping her tears and still sniffling Miranda said, “You’re right Stuart. Shillings is one of thousands of publishers. I shouldn’t give up just because one small publishing agency isn’t willing to read my work objectively. I went to high school with Debra Hallsworth and she never liked anyone. She didn’t change and she disliked me then and even more now. Let’s go downstairs, the girls are probably worried about me. I feel better now. Thanks to you my love.” Miranda runs her soft hand with her long fingers against Stuart’s face and kisses him sweetly; happy again. As Miranda and Stuart came downstairs’ they were greeted by Edith, Aubrey, Natalie and Scarlet, LeenyBeeny and Casanova.
“Are you alright mother?” asked Aubrey immediately.
Natalie said, “We were worried mother?”
“I’m so sorry girls for being so selfish and not giving you the proper greeting and most of all my love for all of you. I’ve learned a lesson and no one’s bitterness should affect my happiness and blessings that I hold dear to my heart. Come here give your mama a great big hug and kiss.”
Aubrey picked up Scarlet, the miniature dachshund and everyone kissed Miranda including Scarlet. Scarlet’s tail was wagging once more and the girls started to talk about their day at school. Natalie picked up LeenyBeeny who gave Miranda a big kiss. Casanova never licked anyone’s face or hands or anything. He did enjoy being petted and his tail showed all his affection.
Six months later, in the present, Miranda Covington was published by Dovers Book Publishing as Eve Nightingale, her author’s name. The book was doing quite well. Woman were flocking to Dover’s to have paid even a higher price than Eve Nightingale chose to sell it for. She might have consulted with Leslie, Mr. Dover’s 10 year old daughter, who more than likely would have suggested a higher price, after all this was the family business and someday she would become the sole owner of Dovers Book Publishing.
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