Southern Greed

Southern Greed by Peggy Holloway

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you’ve had some really bad memories there.”
    I was sure and I told him so, “I’ve also had some good memories there.  I spent some wonderful times with my grandmother and with you and Ronnie.  We may as well use it.  I’ll need you to help me re-staff it, of course.
    “You can finish your book there and you can keep the royalties for yourself.  I sure don’t need them.  Ronnie knows where the treasures are and I plan to donate them to the museum.
    “I thought I would use the quarters that were my grandmother’s and I want to get a carpenter in to help me build an art studio in part on the ballroom that hasn’t been used up with grandma’s living quarters.
    “I think Adam was right about one thing.  The mansion would make a great resort.  I could hire a manager or you could manage it if you want to.  I would like to see if we can find Mrs. Hildebrandt.  She was an excellent cook.  That’s important to have.  You want the guests to have good food.”
    I glanced over and he was laughing so hard he was shaking, “Boy, you’ve been thinking a lot about this, haven’t you? ”
    “Well, I’ve had plenty of time to think about it.  I was bored out of my mind laying there waiting for them to bring my baby to me.”
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 3 3
    We moved ahead with my plans.  Eugene and Ronnie moved into the mansion with me and I had an art studio built right off my suite.  I turned Nurse Rachael’s room into another closet.
    Ronnie wanted to live in the gold suite because of the secret tunnel and I told them to redo it however they wanted.  Ronnie showed me where the treasures were.  I laughed.  Adam and Mrs. Dover would never have found them.
    They were in a small opening halfway down the stairs leading out to sea.  You had to push a button in the wall that no one would ever notice and the door slid back and there they were.  I was surprised there were so many treasures.
    Ronnie had to cr awl into the space to pull most of them out.  They were packed back in there for several feet.  Most of the jewelry was heavy with large stones like rubies, diamonds, topaz, and emeralds embedded into heavy metal.
    The swords had jewel handles and the goblets were so heavy I couldn’t imagine trying to drink out of them.  We loaded up Eugene’s car and hauled them to the museum.
    I spent money on the mansion like it was going out of style.  I had always had to budget my money before and it was fun to buy new linens for the beds, new towels, etc.  Ronnie went with me on some of these shopping sprees and we had a blast picking out colors for the different suites.
    It was his idea to name all the suites differen t pirate names and so we had a Black B eard suite, a long John Silver suite etc.
    I had tried to find Mrs. Hildebrandt and couldn’ t, but one day when Eugene, Ronnie and I were in Atlanta, we stopped for lunch at a small restaurant just outside of town on our way out.  As soon as we sat down, she ran out of the kitchen and hugged me.
    I hired her on the s pot and took her back to Tybee I sland with us.   I told her to hire whoever she needed to help in the kitchen and it didn’t take her any time at all to have the kitchen in perfect working order.  She thanked me over and over and she seemed so happy.
    Eugene helped me find people to maintain the yard, the gardens, and the pool and spas.  He suggested we also put in an outdoor pool saying that some people might want to get some sun instead of just swim.  It made sense and I put him in charge of that.
    Hiring the staff was easy until I started trying to find a manager for the whole place.  I didn’t want to be the manager, I wanted to study fashion designing.
    One night during supper I asked Eugene, “Who can we get to manage this whole place?  I don’t want to just put an ad in the paper.  I want someone I can trust.”
    He looked at me and dropped his head.  He looked up again and acted like he was going to say something and then gazed

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