all of her classes easily and spent her free time escaping to the different worlds that books offered. She traveled through time with Madeline L’Engle and investigated imaginary worlds with J. R. Tolkein. She didn’t have many friends, nor wanted them, satisfied to find company in her books.
In college she fell in love many times. Each of them were special but none sparked an interest in anything long-term. By the time college ended, she was against marriage and instead chose a career. Even though, she talked about having a family and felt its pull, she never really believed that it would happen. After a while her older sister married. She visited Lynn Marie in a small town in West Tennessee over the years, watching her build a home and a family and felt a loss.
As she moved into her late twenties, she had lots to be proud of. She had a home, her mother, father and sister close by, a good job with promise of promotion into management after a few years, friends at work and some nice men to date. But even with all that, she still wasn’t happy, so what was missing. The story that young girls grow up with of course, where was her prince charming?
That was how she came to be standing face to face with the dark stranger who soon after became her husband. And now after five years, she made the decision to leave.
The next morning after Dominic left for work in the same, always late but impeccably dressed state. Cat called the pet sitter to care for her horses indefinitely, gathered Pattycake and a few of her belongings into her dually. She pointed the bulky truck in the direction of Norris and her father’s house. On the way, she called her godfather and asked for the use of his lake house.
Now she was nearly there. She made a last left hand turn. Her father’s driveway meandered through 100 acres of well-manicured lush green lawn. The house was a large rambling white dwelling with columns running from the roof to its red brick front porch. A long balcony stretched across the front of the house on the second story. Wrought iron railings allowed for step-outs on the second story windows. To the left was a white combination porch and carport that stretched over the driveway. The roof of the carport was a sixty-foot square porch with white railings. The drive ran beneath the carport and behind the house to a large six-car detached garage.
Directly in front of the house, the driveway made a circle and in the middle of the circle stood a three tiered 20 foot round fountain with a wide blue pool. To the left of the house sat a large glassed in sunroom abundant with various exotic greenery. The third floor of the house held a glassed turret which opened out on to another porch which was often used for cocktail parties and other social functions.
The house was reminiscent of the chaotic Civil War and Gone with the Wind’s beloved Tara. If it wasn’t the 21st century, you would expect to see a beautiful, but spoiled, pouting, high-tempered and strong-willed, 16 year-old Southern belle in a beautiful white crinoline gown with ruffles on the mansion’s porch.
Gathering the small dog in her arms from the front seat next to her, she opened the door of the truck with her left hand and stepped out on to the cobblestone drive in front of her father’s house.
Cat smiled as she thought of her father. He was always teasing her of being like Scarlet O’Hara, determined and spoiled. She hoped her father would be happy to see her as she stood in front of the house hesitant to go in. He was the wealthiest man in town. He had extremely high standards for not only his employees but also his children and anyone else within his sphere of influence.
She climbed the steps of the wide porch still carrying the dog, opened the screen door and reached for the front door knob. It was pulled quickly backward out of her grasp and she leaned back against the screen door
In college she fell in love many times. Each of them were special but none sparked an interest in anything long-term. By the time college ended, she was against marriage and instead chose a career. Even though, she talked about having a family and felt its pull, she never really believed that it would happen. After a while her older sister married. She visited Lynn Marie in a small town in West Tennessee over the years, watching her build a home and a family and felt a loss.
As she moved into her late twenties, she had lots to be proud of. She had a home, her mother, father and sister close by, a good job with promise of promotion into management after a few years, friends at work and some nice men to date. But even with all that, she still wasn’t happy, so what was missing. The story that young girls grow up with of course, where was her prince charming?
That was how she came to be standing face to face with the dark stranger who soon after became her husband. And now after five years, she made the decision to leave.
The next morning after Dominic left for work in the same, always late but impeccably dressed state. Cat called the pet sitter to care for her horses indefinitely, gathered Pattycake and a few of her belongings into her dually. She pointed the bulky truck in the direction of Norris and her father’s house. On the way, she called her godfather and asked for the use of his lake house.
Now she was nearly there. She made a last left hand turn. Her father’s driveway meandered through 100 acres of well-manicured lush green lawn. The house was a large rambling white dwelling with columns running from the roof to its red brick front porch. A long balcony stretched across the front of the house on the second story. Wrought iron railings allowed for step-outs on the second story windows. To the left was a white combination porch and carport that stretched over the driveway. The roof of the carport was a sixty-foot square porch with white railings. The drive ran beneath the carport and behind the house to a large six-car detached garage.
Directly in front of the house, the driveway made a circle and in the middle of the circle stood a three tiered 20 foot round fountain with a wide blue pool. To the left of the house sat a large glassed in sunroom abundant with various exotic greenery. The third floor of the house held a glassed turret which opened out on to another porch which was often used for cocktail parties and other social functions.
The house was reminiscent of the chaotic Civil War and Gone with the Wind’s beloved Tara. If it wasn’t the 21st century, you would expect to see a beautiful, but spoiled, pouting, high-tempered and strong-willed, 16 year-old Southern belle in a beautiful white crinoline gown with ruffles on the mansion’s porch.
Gathering the small dog in her arms from the front seat next to her, she opened the door of the truck with her left hand and stepped out on to the cobblestone drive in front of her father’s house.
Cat smiled as she thought of her father. He was always teasing her of being like Scarlet O’Hara, determined and spoiled. She hoped her father would be happy to see her as she stood in front of the house hesitant to go in. He was the wealthiest man in town. He had extremely high standards for not only his employees but also his children and anyone else within his sphere of influence.
She climbed the steps of the wide porch still carrying the dog, opened the screen door and reached for the front door knob. It was pulled quickly backward out of her grasp and she leaned back against the screen door
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