| Subject: Second Generation - Part #5 |
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Date Posted: 05:47:24 07/29/03 Tue
PART #5
Hollingsworth sent a car to pick up Boudreau and Lucia at the Country Club; and the driver drove them back to the Deverall home. When they arrived, there were lights on throughout the downstairs area. Boudreau walked Lucia to the door, and the door was opened by her father. He was wearing a smoking jacket made of burgundy silk, and carrying a cigar in his hand. “I hear the two of you were crowned the King and Queen of the Fall Harvest Ball,” he said. Lucia laughed; and gave her father a hug. “Oh Daddy, you knew ahead of time we would be crowned.” Hollingsworth laughingly said, “You can bet your daddy took care of that sometime ago.”
Boudreau seemed a little puzzled by the talk between Hollingsworth and Lucia. Lucia could see he didn’t seem to understand; and she said, “Boudreau, Daddy made the decision on who would be crowned King and Queen.” Boudreau said, “I didn’t realize that was done by one person.” Hollingsworth laughed again, “Boudreau, they do have a committee, but the decision of the committee can be bought for a price.”
Boudreau wondered how many other people knew that Hollingsworth Deverall had paid for the decision. He felt rather miserable at the moment thinking what other people must be thinking of him right now. Somehow he saw Hollingsworth Deverall in a different light than before. Lucia said, “Boudreau, Sweetie, it’s all right. Don’t worry about it. Daddy does this every year.” Boudreau thought to himself, “Then what is the point of it all if Hollingsworth is going to pick the couple each year by laying down a large amount of money?”
Hollingsworth looked at Boudreau and said, “Son, don’t you think it is about time you were going home? It is after 1:00 A.M.” Lucia said, “Daddy, we are grown adults, you know.” “Lucia, I think I know what is best in this situation. There will be other times you and Boudreau can get together. Good night Boudreau.” Boudreau told Lucia good night and left.
The Deverall chauffeur took Boudreau back to the Le Bleu plantation. Sitting in the back seat of the huge car, Boudreau thought about Hollingsworth Deverall. Did he think he was some sort of a cad? It was obvious he did not want Boudreau to be alone with his daughter. Lucia was certainly no teenager. She was twenty-four years old. Her father treated her as if she were a child. Boudreau did like Lucia, but he was not so sure about her father. Would he always be that protective of her? He had told him earlier he would kill the man who might hurt his little girl. Did he still see her as a little girl? Boudreau wondered if he had taken a good look at his daughter recently. She was far from being a little girl.
When he got home, he recognized Jean Baptiste’s car in the driveway. He must have brought Katerina home from the dance. He walked into the house, and could hear laughter coming from the kitchen. He walked out to the kitchen, and found Katerina and Jean Baptiste sitting at the table eating some cake. He stepped into the room, and asked, “Is there any cake left?” Katerina said, “Oh, we might be able to spare some for you. You’re home pretty early for you. Usually you don’t come in before 3:00 A.M.” Boudreau laughed, “That was when I was dating other young women.”
Jean Baptiste said, “What’s the matter Boudreau, did your date throw you out?” Boudreau said, “No, Lucia didn’t throw me out, her father threw me out.” Katerina blinked her eyes, “My goodness, Boudreau, what did you do?” Boudreau with disgust in his voice said, “Katerina, I did nothing; he just wanted me to leave.” Jean Baptiste laughed, “He was probably afraid you would be a bad influence upon his little princess.”
Boudreau finished his cake; and said, “Good night you two, I think I am going to bed.” He started to walk out of the kitchen, and then turned back, “What happened to Pierre Cummings?” Katerina asked, “What do you mean what happened to Pierre?” Boudreau said, “I saw the parking attendant helping him inside. He looked like he had been in a fight. His nose was bleeding, and he was a terrible sight.” Jean Baptiste said, “To tell you the truth, he fell down, and hit his nose and face on the sidewalk. He was so drunk he could hardly stand up.” Boudreau said, “He certainly did not have pleasant things to say about you Jean Baptiste. He claimed you stole his girl from him, and said he would see to it that he got even with you for making him look like a fool.”
Jean Baptiste said, “I can assure you he didn’t need my help to look like a fool. He did a pretty good job of that himself. When I saw how drunk he was, I told him he was not going to take Katerina home. He lunged at me; I simply stepped back, and he fell flat on the sidewalk. So, whatever happened to him, he did himself.
Boudreau said, “I’m glad you brought Katerina home. I never did care much for that Cummings; he has always seemed like a first class jerk to me. Katerina said, “Boudreau, he’s a nice young man when he isn’t drinking.” “How often does he drink Katerina?” asked Jean Baptiste. Katerina shrugged her shoulders, “He does enjoy it more then he should.” “That should tell you something Katerina,” said Jean Baptiste.
To be continued...
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