Abegail still full of guilt, decided this was as good a time as any to start making amends.
"Dan, about your father . . ." she started to say as the launch approached the side of the steamer.
"I know, Mother. I've know for some time I've had two fathers. Two wonderful fathers."
"You know . . .? You know that George Vaughn was your father?"
"Look up there, Mother, up at the bow of the boat, just below the railing."
Abegail's eyes followed the direction of Dan's pointing hand. Written on the side of the ship, the name of the ship, the Abegail George. Dan had named the vessel after his mother and true father, the founder of the Vaughn department store enterprises.
But even before this could sink in, Abegail's eyes continued on up to the rail above the name plate. Standing there, looking ever watchful and steady, was the man who had waited patiently for her since she was a girl of eighteen in Slater, Missouri, Wally Holland.
Wally Holland
Later in the evening, after they had taken a light dinner, Kolester at last was able to isolate Abegail enough from her son and Holland to whisper a message in her ear."Tonight, my love. I will visit your cabin tonight."But she whispered back. "And if you do, you'll find the door locked."He did visit and the door was locked. He tapped on it for a few minutes, but Abegail was planted on the bunk of her cabin, her eyes held tightly shut, her fists covering her ears, and her mind summoning up the visage of Sun Li and calculating how she could return to his side—just as soon as it was safe enough to do so.Abegail had resolved after she had awakened from the harrowing nightmare the previous afternoon on the Maha Chakri, and able, even if she hadn't wanted to, to remember every damning, guilt-ridden aspect of it up until Sun Li had entered the dream and had entered into her and calmed her, that she would return to him as soon as possible. It would only add shame to guilt to reject all o
"Yes, there's someone else, I'm afraid," Abegail answered in a small voice, her thoughts going to that waterfall cascading outside the Genting Highlands open pavilion of her lover tribal chieftain.Abegail's return to the Water Creek Ranch for the duration of the war years was a period of fantasy isolation from the world gone mad around them punctuated by shocking reminders that they were part of that world.Jezzica proved to be a real delight for Abegail—the daughter she had always wanted but that the Spanish flu had ripped out of her arms. Abegail didn't know how she ever could have gotten the notion she'd had that being the daughter of a Hollywood movie star would make Jezzica's adjustment to life in the Water Creek valley an impossibility. The ranch did, indeed, need Abegail's guiding hand, but Jezzica had done very well in managing both the ranching part and the celebrity entertainment part of the business. The clientele now was slightly different than it once had been, being com
"Yes, there's someone else, I'm afraid," Abegail answered in a small voice, her thoughts going to that waterfall cascading outside the Genting Highlands open pavilion of her lover tribal chieftain.Abegail's return to the Water Creek Ranch for the duration of the war years was a period of fantasy isolation from the world gone mad around them punctuated by shocking reminders that they were part of that world.Jezzica proved to be a real delight for Abegail—the daughter she had always wanted but that the Spanish flu had ripped out of her arms. Abegail didn't know how she ever could have gotten the notion she'd had that being the daughter of a Hollywood movie star would make Jezzica's adjustment to life in the Water Creek valley an impossibility. The ranch did, indeed, need Abegail's guiding hand, but Jezzica had done very well in managing both the ranching part and the celebrity entertainment part of the business. The clientele now was slightly different than it once had been, being com
"I'm sorry. I know I haven't been pulling my weight these last two weeks," Abegail said."Please, Abegail. I know you've had some sort of a shock. I didn't mean what I said to be criticism. You've more than earned your way here. If you want to rest, by all means rest now. We're doing fine. Even little Jasper is becoming a work horse. He's growing up just like Hammer. He loves it here.""Yes, yes, just like Hammer," Abegail replied. And then she leaned over and patted her daughter-in-law on the arm. "But nothing would be working here, Jezzica, if it wasn't for you. You are the greatest gift to this valley in years. Just give me a bit more time. I'll pull myself out of this state I'm in.""Those paintings you did in Malaya are beautiful," Jezzica said, embarrassed at what her mother-in-law had said, but glowing at the praise."Thank you dear.""About those pills, Abegail. Do you think . . .?""Just for a few days," Abegail answered. "They help me sleep. Just for a few days more.""You s
v6.12.1Welcome to Radish for Writers.Log OutEpisode PreviewStories/Story/Season/Episode PreviewChapter 43An episode can only be edited for 7 days after its publication.Chapter 43The Walker sisters didn't approve of her painting, of course. They didn't approve of any commercial work, and what Abegail painted she was able to quickly sell through her Chicago agents, which meant the Walker sisters could not, no matter how much they tried, make Abegail dependent on them. Although Abegail was now painting dead things, her talent and the strength of her art didn't fail her; the paintings were still magnificent and, if anything, more moving to the beholder than anything she had painted before.No, Abegail was in no way financially dependent on anyone else during this segment of her life. For some reason her paintings, any painting by her, were in great demand. There was a rumor that some rich collector was searching them out and buying them up. The probable truth to this was evident w
At one point during the reception, Abegail thought Hammer was about to say something to her, but then J. Henry wafted by and the moment had passed. Abegail ached for it all just to come out in the open. Having to work their way out of reality couldn't possibly be worse than what they had now, Abegail thought.Immediately after the wedding reception, Abegail and Wally were off on the road for the long drive through the Rocky Mountains and over Rabbit Ears Pass and down into Denver, where Abegail commenced a life that was as different from her cloistered years in exile in New Hampshire as it possibly could be. The Hollands, major art patrons now that they had opened their own museum to the public not to mention all of the other cultural endeavors they supported, became the talk of the town, cultural moguls and benefactors. Wally's construction company worked on some major public buildings and monuments gratis, and the acclaimed artist, Abegail Raven, became not only the hostess of choic
Wearing only my bathrobe, I wandered into the kitchen and over to the counter. I got together the fixings for coffee, assembled them, and got the coffee maker going. I'd just flipped the switch to turn it on when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I turned and watched Eva, a young woman who occasionally spends the night at my house, wander into the kitchen. She was wearing one of my dress shirts. Her short red hair was tousled, and her well-shaped bare legs showed below the shirt, which, because she was so short, came to a spot about halfway down her thighs.The shirt would have come lower, but Eva's breasts, which would have been big on any woman but looked gigantic on her tiny form, shortened it a little. As I watched, she put her hands behind her head, stretched, and yawned. It was Monday morning. She and I had, as we occasionally do, spent the weekend together."Good morning," I said."Good morning," she replied. "I like it better when you come over to my house for the weeken
"Yeah, sure," Richard said. He shoved his chair back from the table and stood up. "Gotta go," he said. "Will you be around later if I need to talk with you about this job?""As far as I know, I'll be," I said. "If I'm not here, you know my cell phone and pager numbers."Richard laughed. "Yeah, I sure do, don't I? he replied. "Thanks for the coffee. Nice seeing you again, Eva." He stumbled across the kitchen to the back door and left."You think he's going to need to use you?" Eva asked after Richard left.I shrugged. "Could be," I said. "Providing protection for someone around the clock takes a lot of manpower and isn't cheap. I hope whoever's hiring him has a fat bank account.""It must be nice to have that kind of money," Eva said. She finished her coffee, then stood up. "I think I'm going to take a shower, then you can take me out to breakfast and drive me to work.""Sounds good to me," I said. She worked for one of the airlines and was based at the local airport. I'd picked her up