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The Inheritance 15 & 16

10/27/2013

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PictureCharmer: The Dog Melody Plans to Save
Today, I will try to catch you up on The Inheritance. The word prompt is sweet, so look for it. 
 
We left Melody in the empty parking lot of the animal shelter contemplating her early life in foster homes.

Levi found his sealed time capsule and was headed pack to land to meet his lawyer. There had to be some way to get the gold digger out of his uncle's home. He needed that house to recoup and reinvent his life.








Melody's Story Excerpt.

The best she could remember of her mother was coming for a few short visits when she was with her first foster family.

The memories arrived with tears as the drama silently replayed itself.  Her mother arrived with a doll, sweets, and promises. Her mother was beautiful in her sparkly top and fake eyelashes. She smiled, talking about how much she loved her, and how’d they’d be together soon. The visit was short due to her mother’s latest boyfriend waiting in the car. As they drove off in a cloud of oil-rich smoke, her foster mother, Barbara, commented to her husband.

“That whore’s promises are as false as her eyelashes. All show, no substance. She doesn’t even love the child.”

A red rage came over her. The woman’s words stripped away the warmth and happiness she had felt over her mother’s visit.  She didn’t really remember what happen after that. Barbara claimed she’d attacked her like a wild animal when they brought her back.

How much harm could a four-year-old do?  Barbara’s words did a lot more harm to a hurting child.  Cruel or not, the words proved to be true. That was the last time she saw her mother. She worked her way through different families landing with the Collins when she was twelve.

They kept her until she was eighteen, which might have been the requirements. Saw her through high school and helped her to find her first apartment.  In most ways, they were her only family.  Her invitation she sent them to her nursing school graduation earned her a small note. In it was no check or congratulations, but a terse message that they’d done their Christian duty.  It was time for her to move on.

Move on she did.  A movement caught her hand as she watched Mary steer her car into a nearby place.  The white haired woman bounced out of the car with more energy than one would expect from someone her age.

Melody opened her car door. Mary met her before she could even get out.

“What are you doing here? It’s Sunday. We’re not even open.”  Her wide grin announced her happiness in seeing her, even if it was unexpected.

Melody didn’t want to admit she came out of loneliness. She needed something to love on even if it was a canine others gave up.  “I thought I’d give you a hand taking care of the animals.”

Mary cocked her head as if she could see through her flimsy excuse, but chose not to call her on it. “I could use help. My back isn’t what it used to be.”

Melody flashed a weak smile and followed the woman to the building door. Was she getting the dog because of Levi McDaniel since she implied she had a dog?  Eventually they’d meet face to face. If she didn’t have a dog, it would just make her look a liar. Besides a dog would make her look more settled in the house, less likely to move out.

Mary searched through her huge ring of keys looking for the needed one. “This isn’t the only shelter I visit. I’ll make two more stops before I head home.”

The woman’s devotion to the welfare of orphaned pets impressed her. “Goodness Mary, maybe they need to canonize you. You could be the patron saint of abandoned pets.”

A hearty laugh broke over the rattle of the keys. “Saint Mary, that’ll be the day. I’m only here because I have no husband or family to spend my weekend with. The critters are my family. I love each one as much as I can.”

No husband, no family, no one to spend the weekend with. Mary sounded more like her. No wonder they both were spending their Sunday morning with the rejected canines and felines. Melody chewed on her bottom lip. Would she end up like Mary? Better yet, how did such a sweetheart end up alone?


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The Inheritance 14

10/13/2013

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Summary:
Today's prompt is this beautiful fall lane. This is Melody's view as she jumps in her car and drives away the charismatic Levi. 

We left off with Levi imagining the woman his uncle left half of the house to as a fifty-something gold digger. Little does he know he has already met his housemate.






Excerpt
(Levi's POV)

Her exterior might be different from Angelique’s, but inside they both were cold, calculating bitches who knew how to squeeze the most out of a trusting male.

In his mind’s eye,  he saw the tired blonde  flattering his ill uncle with promises she never planned to fulfill.  His steps automatically quickened as he drew closer to the boat. No way, he could afford to miss this meeting. Getting the harpie out of the house would be the first thing he’d do. No doubt, she probably already decorated it with black velvet paintings and neon pink flamingos.  Roy adorned his house with an eye to the practical by replacing whatever broke with what was cheapest. With all the transitions he’d experienced recently, the familiar, no matter how old or ragged, would be welcomed.

Chapter break 
Melody's POV

Melody sat in the parking lot of the animal shelter staring at the empty spaces. No one was here. Not that she expected it.  Sunday was the only day the shelter officially closed. Saturday ruled as their best day with resigned parents arriving with eager children in tow. Often, those same families returned two or three weeks later with their adopted pet and apologetic expressions and weak excuses.  Most people didn’t understand the special needs of a shelter animal.

It was equivalent to adopting a foster child. The children often tested the foster parents by showing their worse behavior expecting to be abandoned again. She’d been guilty of such herself. Her childhood was a rough one. She spent more time with her social worker than her fosters. She could identify with the rejected puppy. Her returns resulted from alleged moodiness and tantrums. The people who took her for the money she’d bring quickly asked for a different child. "This one is too spoiled," was the complaint of a short-lived foster mom.

She wasn’t spoiled, far from it. Spoiling involved someone loving you and giving you whatever your heart desired.  That wasn't her mom.

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The Inheritance, Part 13

10/6/2013

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Today's prompt is evergreen. If you recall, our wounded hero is on the small island in the middle of the lake. He's reminiscing about how his marriage to Angelique broke apart and how his pride prevented him from contacting his uncle.

He is also looking for a time capsule he buried as a boy.





Excerpt
 
Time to get back he couldn’t miss the meeting with his lawyer, especially since he had an interloper to eject.  His eyes focused on the ground to prevent stumbling over a tree root again. Off to his left, he spotted a half circle of stones under a scraggly evergreen branch. That was it. He knew it on an instinctual level. It would only take a few seconds to uncover his childhood treasure.

Looking about, he found a broken limb to employ as a digging tool. If the can were there, it wouldn’t be too far down. The day Roy rowed him out to the island to bury his capsule was early on in their relationship. He didn’t know his taciturn relative that well. Levi believed his uncle’s lack of chatter coincided with his appearance.  Levi had scampered out of the boat, anxious to be away from the silent man, so different from his father. His uncle had waited in the dinghy as he’d dug the shallow hole.

Several stabs at the sandy ground stirred up the soil. On the eighth try, a metallic thud rewarded his jab.  Excitement bubbled through his body, causing him to drop to his knees and paw at the dirt. Eager digging revealed the rusty popcorn tin that Roy had insisted on to encase his memory project.  His initial attempts to pry the lid off failed due to the waterproof caulking that sealed the it.  He’d have to take it with him.


Images of the woman who managed to weasel her way into his uncle’s affections grew as he carried the tin to the boat.  The woman took the  form of a fifty-ish gold digger whose best years were behind her.  Her hair would be an unnaturally bright and her voice rough from chain smoking. 

 


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    Morgan K Wyatt

    Secret Cravings author of contemporary and historical romances.

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