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NANOWRIMO November 2023 – Day 14

“Opposites Attract”

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Dining with Emily, and a moment of dread

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So aside from the late-night phone calls that hardly address the big issues like how this relationship is going to work, Emily decided to order in dinner, and they talked.

I can remember similar situations early on myself, and it is hard to try and work out how anything is going to work when two people are used to their own lives, families, friends, habits, preferences and dislikes, and amusements.

I remember trying to find all the similarities in things we did.  Certainly, our families were as disparate as it got, and I guess the socio-economic background, and what we did as children was as different as chalk and cheese.

You don’t always start as equals and work from there.

It’s why I decided to have characters so far apart in just about everything.

The thing is, like any relationship that is going to work, you have to be friends.  Well, that didn’t start out that way.  You have to at the very least like the other person.  That was one-sided, to begin with, but deep down, although she thought she hated him, she didn’t.

Or is it that thin line between love and hate we all tread at times.

The thing is, they want to be together, there is this magic between them that neither can define, and being able to talk frankly is going to become a cornerstone.

And they are yet to have an argument.

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Today’s words:  1,944, for a total of 27,485

Searching for locations: On the road to Tiananmen Square, Beijing, China

One of the first things you notice when driving around Beijing, other than the roads are congested with traffic, is the number of trees and flowers that have been planted, in the median strip as well as along the edges of the road.

What you also notice is the large number of multi-story apartment blocks, which are needed to house the millions of Beijing residents.  What we have, so far, rarely seen, is single-story houses.
These continuous areas of trees and rose bushes are, every now and then, broken up by very colourful garden beds:

Nearer to the square we are able to get up close to the flowers.  These, we are told, are a variation on the rose, one that flowers for nine months of the year.

They come in a variety of colours.

And they are literally everywhere you go, on the side of the roadway, often blotting out the concrete jungle behind them.

“Strangers We’ve Become” – The final countdown to publishing in 22 days

While the cats away

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While David promises to be good, and not give the staff at the castle a hard time, Susan whiles away her time overseas tending to business.

Or is she?

A familiar sound from a familiar place tells David his wife is not where he says she is.

But, that’s a problem for another day.  He has a mission to plan and execute, and it’s going to involve the unwitting assistance of a most unlikely accomplice.

First, there’s a rather uncooperative and snotty cook to take care of.

And like all sorties, no amount of planning can cover every eventuality, but quick thinking saves the day, leaving him with more questions than answers.

And the household wondering if he was having an affair.  A talk the following morning with Susan, who seems to have a version of events, finds that, no, he can’t take his shadow back home when he leaves the castle.

Whether or not she is checking up on him, she arrived at the castle in person and makes an attempt to let him know she has not forgotten him.

Pity then she is gone the next morning before he wakes up.

Finally tired of meddling in castle affairs, it takes a very odd message from an anonymous source to get him on his way to Monaco to see what it all means.

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Searching for locations: On the road to Tiananmen Square, Beijing, China

One the first things you notice when driving around Beijing, other than the roads are congested with traffic, is the number of trees and flowers that have been planted, in the median strip as well as along the edges of the road.

What you also notice is the large number of multi-story apartment blocks, which are needed to house the millions of Beijing residents.  What we have, so far, rarely seen, is single-story houses.
These continuous areas of trees and rose bushes are, every now and then, broken up by very colorful garden beds:

Nearer to the square we are able to get up close to the flowers.  These, we are told, are a variation on the rose, one that flowers for nine months of the year.

They come in a variety of colors.

And they are literally everywhere you go, on the side of the roadway, often blotting out the concrete jungle behind them.

NANOWRIMO November 2023 – Day 13

“Opposites Attract”

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A little time in Emily’s world

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After the meeting with Mrs Bakersfield is over, our boy realises that Emily is going to be staying with her grandmother until the end.

Perhaps he will be too, but nothing is really set in concrete.

Time to spend a little time with Emily in her world of luxury and privilege.

It’s not what he wants, but he didn’t say no to the limousine ride to the airport, or no to the ride in the corporate jet, or no to the suite he was put in in the hotel.

I mean, only a fool would, wouldn’t they?

He calls his sister Darcy and lets her know that he is swilling it up, for the moment, it won’t last, and she says she is jealous, maybe. 

Then, of course, there are the other members of Emily’s family, especially her stepmother, whom Emily despises, and rather niggardly calls Mrs Winkle, her former married name, and not as Mrs Rothstein, and definitely not Mom.

Our boy is going to take a seat on the sidelines and see just how not happy families get along.

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Today’s words:  1,965, for a total of 25,541

The Cinema of My Dreams – It ended in Sorrento – Episode 55

Watching the prime suspect

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I joined Cecelia on the side of a hill about 500 yards from the front of the main entrance to the Burkehardt residence.  On one side there were several outbuildings, and beyond those, the vines, acres and acres of them.  On the other side, where we were, there was more vines and gardens.

It was warm, but we were under the trees and had a hedgerow to hide behind, so we were quite safe from being seen.

Cecelia had picked her spot with care.  Clear sight to the front entrance, clear sight of the driveway from the road to the house, and the opportunity to like up targets with the rifle, already set out.

It was not loaded.  She was using the sight to home in on those at home.

“A mother, a father, two girls and a boy.  The parents fight a lot.  Th mother and the three children left about a half hour ago, and the old man is sitting at a table reading the newspaper.  You’d think he’d be out working.”

“Anyone call?”

“One.  The man answered a cell phone, spoke for a minute then went back to the paper.  If he starts doing the crossword, I’m going to shoot him.”

She took another look, then sat up.  She had brought a hamper with food and drinks.  No wine.  We needed to remain focused.

It was a fine day, and just started to get hot, despite the fact we were quite buried by the surrounding trees.  The heat was tempered by a slight breeze, and the sound of it rustling the leaves was oddly soothing.

One of the more pleasant stake outs I’d been on.

My phone buzzed.  A message.

‘One of the phones called a man named Dicostini about twenty minutes ago and said they were on their way, there was a problem.’

As I suspected, the fake countess was working with Dicostini.

“And…?”  Cecelia looked at me expectantly.

“Expect to see the fake countess.  They are on their way.”

We didn’t have to wait very long.  I had expected they would arrive about an hour after I had, but then, the countess did have some disconcerting news.  What surprised me was the fact she just didn’t tell him over the phone.  If I were Dicostini, I would have told her to stay away for fear of being linked together, and that was still a possibility if there were other people in the house, loyal to the Dicostini or not.

Cecelia had picked up the gun and was pointing it at every car that passed the driveway entrance, checking on the drivers and passengers if there were any.

“Got them.”

I saw the car stop at the driveway entrance for a minute, and then start slowly along the driveway.

“Juliet is driving the car.  The two women are in the back.  Odd.”

“Perhaps they’re practising being wealthy dowagers.”

She put the gun back facing the house.

“You got your phone?”

“Why?

“Alfie would have put an app on it so you can listen to the conversation.  I didn’t think about it until now otherwise we could have listened to them on the way here.”

I gave it to her, and she fiddled with it for a minute, handing it back and the car stopped outside the house.

“You think it would be that riveting?”

“No.  But it might give us some idea what they’re up to?”

Then a voice came over the speaker, not too loud but loud enough for us to hear.

“You stay in the car, Juliet.  The fewer people who know about this the better.”  I could not put a face to the voice.

“Distinction for the uninvolved.  I will not be breaking you out of prison just so you know.”

“Don’t be such a spoilt brat.”

I heard two doors slam and then silence, other than feet crunching on the gravel.  Cecelia lined them up in her sights and said, “Just say the word.”

At the top of the stairs, I could just see them stop at the door and rang the bell.  It took several minutes before Dicostini answered.

“This is not a good idea, coming here,” he said.

“Well, the phones aren’t safe.  We disabled the GPS, and I sure as hell aren’t going to tell you anything using one.  Let’s go inside.”

“You shouldn’t be here.  If anyone sees, you…”

“Not if we come, say our piece, and go.  Arguing is only making it more dangerous.”

He stood to one side and let them pass.

Three minutes later I heard Cecelia say, “Got them again.”

The vices came back.

“What’s so pressing you have to come here.”

“The signing had been delayed.”

“The Burkehardt’s.  The suspect something.  You?  What do you do wrong?”

“I’ve seen the solicitor, and the family in London, even that fool Rodby insisted I use as an escort.  They all think I’m the countess.”

“Except now you are missing, they’re worried.  Rodby should have kept out of it, but you going missing the way you did, has only caused us trouble.  The Burkhardt’s called him and then he had to do something about it.”

“You know that was for effect, to get away from the family because the longer I’m with them the more chance they’ll discover the truth.  Rodby should be happy to know I have been found, which is exactly as it was planned, and that his man will be taking me to the signing.  Rodby will do as he’s told.”

“A week’s a long time for things to go wrong.  You have to say in hiding.”

“It’s another week and I have people pressing me for money.”  Vittoria wasn’t happy.

“You know the deal.  The countess signs the papers, and you get your payment.  I can’t help it if it’s been delayed.  They can’t delay it forever.  You’ve delivered the message, now go, before anyone finds you here.”

© Charles Heath 2023

Searching for locations: The Jade Factory, Beijing, China

The first stop is at a Jade Museum to learn the history of jade. In Chinese, jade is pronounced as “Yu” and it has a history in China of at least four thousand years.  On the way there, we are given a story about one of the guide’s relatives who had a jade bracelet, and how it saved her from countless catastrophes. It is, quite literally ‘the’ good luck charm.  Chinese gamblers are known to have small pieces of jade in their hands when visiting the casinos, for good luck.  I’m not sure anything could provide a gambler with any sort of luck given how the odds are always slanted towards the house.

At any rate, this is neither the time of the place to debunk a ‘well-known fact’.

 On arrival, our guide hands us over to a local guide, a real staff member, and she begins with a discussion on jade while we watch a single worker working on an intricate piece, what looks to be a globe within a globe, sorry, there are two workers, and the second is working on a dragon.

At the end of the passage that passes by the workers, and before you enter the main showroom, you are dazzled by the ship and is nothing short of magnificent.

Then it’s into a small room just off the main showroom where we are taken through the colors, and the carving process in the various stages, without really being told how the magic happens.

Then it’s out into the main showroom where the sales are made, and before dispersing to look at the jade collection, she briefly tells us how to tell real and fake jade, and she does the usual trick of getting one of the tour group to model a piece.

Looks good, let’s move on.  To bigger and better examples.

What interested me, other than the small zodiac signs and other smallish pieces on the ‘promotion’ table, was the jade bangle our tour guide told us about on the bus.  If anyone needs one, it is my other half, with all the medical issues and her sometimes clumsiness, two particular maladies this object is supposed to prevent.
Jade to the Chinese is Diamonds to westerners, and the jade bangle is often handed down to the females of the family from generation to generation, often as an engagement present, to be worn on the left hand, the one closest to the heart.

There are literally thousands of them, but, they have to be specially fitted to your wrist because if it’s too large, you might lose it if it slips off and I didn’t think it could be too small.  
Nor is it cheap, and needing a larger size, it is reasonably expensive.  But it is jadeite, the more expensive of the types of jade, and it can only appreciate in value, not that we are interested in the monetary value, it’s more the good luck aspect.

We could use some of that.

But, just to touch on something that can be the bugbear of traveling overseas, is the subject of happy houses, a better name for toilets, and has become a recurrent theme on this tour.  It’s better than blurting out the word toilet and it seems there can be some not so happy houses given that the toilets in China are usually squat rather than sit, even for women.
And apparently, everyone has an unhappy house story, particularly the women, and generally in having to squat over a pit.  Why is this a discussion point, it seems the jade factory had what we have come to call happy, happy houses which have more proper toilets, and a stop here before going on the great wall was recommended, as the ‘happy house’ at the wall is deemed to be not such a happy house.

Not even this dragon was within my price range.  Thank heaven they had smaller more affordable models.  The object of having a dragon, large or small, is that it should be placed inside the main door to the house so that money can come in.

It also seems that stuffing the dragon’s mouth with money is also good luck.  We passed on doing that.

After spending a small fortune, there was a bonus, free Chinese tea.  Apparently, we will be coming back, after the Great Wall visit, to have lunch upstairs.

           

Searching for locations: The Jade Factory, Beijing, China

The first stop is at a Jade Museum to learn the history of jade. In Chinese, jade is pronounced as “Yu” and it has a history in China of at least four thousand years.  On the way there, we are given a story about one of the guide’s relatives who had a jade bracelet, and how it saved her from countless catastrophes. It is, quite literally ‘the’ good luck charm.  Chinese gamblers are known to have small pieces of jade in their hands when visiting the casinos, for good luck.  I’m not sure anything could provide a gambler with any sort of luck given how the odds are always slanted towards the house.

At any rate, this is neither the time of the place to debunk a ‘well-known fact’.

 On arrival, our guide hands us over to a local guide, a real staff member, and she begins with a discussion on jade while we watch a single worker working on an intricate piece, what looks to be a globe within a globe, sorry, there are two workers, and the second is working on a dragon.

At the end of the passage that passes by the workers, and before you enter the main showroom, you are dazzled by the ship and is nothing short of magnificent.

Then it’s into a small room just off the main showroom where we are taken through the colors, and the carving process in the various stages, without really being told how the magic happens.

Then it’s out into the main showroom where the sales are made, and before dispersing to look at the jade collection, she briefly tells us how to tell real and fake jade, and she does the usual trick of getting one of the tour group to model a piece.

Looks good, let’s move on.  To bigger and better examples.

What interested me, other than the small zodiac signs and other smallish pieces on the ‘promotion’ table, was the jade bangle our tour guide told us about on the bus.  If anyone needs one, it is my other half, with all the medical issues and her sometimes clumsiness, two particular maladies this object is supposed to prevent.
Jade to the Chinese is Diamonds to westerners, and the jade bangle is often handed down to the females of the family from generation to generation, often as an engagement present, to be worn on the left hand, the one closest to the heart.

There are literally thousands of them, but, they have to be specially fitted to your wrist because if it’s too large, you might lose it if it slips off and I didn’t think it could be too small.  
Nor is it cheap, and needing a larger size, it is reasonably expensive.  But it is jadeite, the more expensive of the types of jade, and it can only appreciate in value, not that we are interested in the monetary value, it’s more the good luck aspect.

We could use some of that.

But, just to touch on something that can be the bugbear of traveling overseas, is the subject of happy houses, a better name for toilets, and has become a recurrent theme on this tour.  It’s better than blurting out the word toilet and it seems there can be some not so happy houses given that the toilets in China are usually squat rather than sit, even for women.
And apparently, everyone has an unhappy house story, particularly the women, and generally in having to squat over a pit.  Why is this a discussion point, it seems the jade factory had what we have come to call happy, happy houses which have more proper toilets, and a stop here before going on the great wall was recommended, as the ‘happy house’ at the wall is deemed to be not such a happy house.

Not even this dragon was within my price range.  Thank heaven they had smaller more affordable models.  The object of having a dragon, large or small, is that it should be placed inside the main door to the house so that money can come in.

It also seems that stuffing the dragon’s mouth with money is also good luck.  We passed on doing that.

After spending a small fortune, there was a bonus, free Chinese tea.  Apparently, we will be coming back, after the Great Wall visit, to have lunch upstairs.

           

NANOWRIMO November 2023 – Day 12

“Opposites Attract”

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The inimitable Mrs Bakersfield

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It’s not every day of the week you get to meet a genuine god-zillionaire.  Or so it seems to our boy.

She is Mrs Bakersfield, CEO of a conglomerate, rivalling the once fortunes of the Rockefellers, Vanderbilts, and others.  To her granddaughter, Emily, she is simply Grandma.

It doesn’t take long to see that her grandmother and Emile have a special bond, one that might have included Emily’s mother, Grandma’s daughter.

And for the record, Emily and Tim are her last two direct descendants.

Of course, Grandma has noticed the change in her granddaughter because of our boy and she has a private talk.

It is an interesting conversation.  She can see that he has the same affection for Emily as Emily does for him, enough to believe that something might come of the relationship.

She is no doubt aware of the differences in background, but sometimes those are just details.

She offers him a job, well, not so much a job, but an introduction to the HR manager, the equivalent one might say to an interview.

Oh, and one final detail, the grandmother has stage four cancer and has only a matter of weeks to live.

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Today’s words:  2,489, for a total of 19,048

The cinema of my dreams – It ended in Sorrento – Episode 54

Anna’s arch-enemy

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I was woken to a bunch of messages arriving on my phone just after the time I’d designated as ‘switch on’.  I had only recently realised the phone had a ‘sleep’ function.

Among the messages was one that said he had arranged for the will matters to be finalised in a week’s time, and that he had organised a stay of proceedings based on what appeared to be legal mumbo jumbo.

It doesn’t matter.  It was the week I needed.

I didn’t have to wake Cecelia; she was an early riser and an exercise freak.  She’d already been out and back, showered and dressed and was ready.

“You have an assignment.”

“From all that stuff we got.  It looked like we needed a lawyer to decipher it.”

“It’s simply given us a week to close this case.  I want you to go to the main Dicostini resident and stake it out.  I suspect you might see some familiar faces before the morning’s out.”

“What are you going to do.”

“Break the news to our three charges, if they’re still there.”

“And you think…”

“We’ll soon find out.”

“Can I take the sniper rifle?”

“Have you got one?”

She just gave me one of those condescending looks of hers.

“Yes.”

“Good.  There might be some prospective big game hunting.”

I showered and dressed and headed over to the hotel where, hopefully, the three women were still waiting.  I guess the fact they might be still in someone’s crosshairs might be incentive enough to sit still.

For them, it was only another day.  I wondered what they were going to sat when I told them it had been put back a week.

When I arrived, they were cooking breakfast, and it appeared they were all good friends, almost as if they were on holiday together.  None seemed to look like they were going out for the day, though Juliet had dressed, so perhaps she was the one going out for supplies.

She was sitting at the table nursing a mug of coffee.  It smelled better than the one I made from the hotel minibar, and I was still slightly annoyed I hadn’t got down to the hotel breakfast room.

“One day to go,” the countess said.

I wondered, in that moment, just who she really was.  To look like the countess, enough to fool the Burkehardt’s she could not be one of the Dicostini family.  Dicostini had gone to a lot of trouble to make this work, including kidnapping and attempted murder.

If he was the one behind the deception.

“That’s what I came to discuss.  There are some legal issues to be ironed out and the signing will not happen for another week.”

The countess looked annoyed.  “Those Burkehardt’s are up to something, trying to find a way around it.  We can’t let that happen.”

“And we won’t.  I’ve alerted your solicitor, and he assures me that he’s on the case, and will be calling on Anna tomorrow.  I saw her yesterday, and whilst she would rather it didn’t happen, she recognises that in the absence of a will, the state determines your claim.  I presume that you searched for a will and couldn’t find one?”

Or more to the point, she had not been there to search for anything, but the real countess had.  What would she have done?  It was a question I’d asked when we finally met.

“Benito?”

“The one and same.  We met, and he seems to me to be quite stodgy.  I can tell him, if I see him, you’re here.”

“No.  I don’t quite trust him, simply because he once worked for the Burkehardt’s and may still have some allegiance towards them.  I’d rather he not know where I am.”

“As you wish.”

I would have thought she if she was the real countess, would want to see him.  Another nail in her coffin.

Juliet handed me a mug, and it had a nice aroma about it.  Our hands touched, and there was a tingle.  Damn her.  Despite everything, she was still in my thoughts, and that was not good.

Especially if I had to shoot her.

I sat next to her at the table.  The others kept cooking breakfast.

“What are you doing with yourself?  I bet that Cecelia type is keeping you amused.”

“She is a colleague.  If I want anything to keep me amused, it’s working out why you are here, and there, and everywhere I go.”

She smiled.  “Serendipity.”

“Or a curse.

“Perhaps it’s fate trying to bring us back together?”

“Why?”

It had been a mismatch and ill-fated relationship the first time around, perhaps one of those things a patient has for their doctor.  She was there, she treated me nicely, and she needed someone to pour out her troubles to.  We mutually kept each other sane.  I was disappointed when I discovered she had gone off the deep end.

But, as Rodby said in his usual pragmatic way, shit happens.

But, the question loitering in the back of my mind was how she could find me when I was so deeply buried in a new persona in a place where no one could possibly find me.

Venice.

“Why are you here?”

“To tell you about the legal proceedings.”

“You could have called.”

“And you should be working for us.  A third degree if I’m not mistaken.”  She was not a fool.  A distracting answer was needed fast.  “I hate to admit this but I was thinking about you last night, and I got it in my head that I had to see you.”  I shrugged.  “Now I have.”

It seemed to assuage her curiosity.  “What’s going to happen after this is over?”

“You’ll get to live happily ever after with your mother.  It had to be what you call serendipity to be reunited with her after all these years?”

“You might think so.”

“You don’t.”

“There’s a reason why she left me behind.  I doubt a leopard is going to change it’s spots.  Once she gets her money she’s gone.”

“What money?”

“On one hand, if she had to verify the countess’s identity, on the other, putting me in the frame as an heir.  I don’t want it, but it is worth quite a lot, and she says I can just sell it and both of us could have the life we were meant to have.”

“You believe her?”

“Everybody in my life has screwed me over, Evan?  What do you think?”

“I think, if you’re rich, I could come and live with you.  That Burkehardt residence is something else, and, it has servants.”  I stood.  “Just a thought.”

I’m not sure what she made of that, but it certainly wasn’t what she was expecting.

© Charles Heath 2023