“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 38 (PG-13, D, L):   The Fight for Wakeforest Mountain, Part 1, May 30, 2016 by Gratiana Lovelace (Post #918)

0aaa-Love-in-the-Great-Pine-Woods_story-cover_Jan0516byGratianaLovelace_3intall-rev7(An original story copyrighted by Gratiana Lovelace; all rights reserved)  [(1) story cover, left]

[From time to time, I will illustrate my story characters with:  Richard Armitage as Sam Wakeforest, Marcia Gay Harden as Sam’s older sister Tessa Wakeforest Shoop Delaney, and Emily Deschanel as Tessa’s sister-in-law Olivia Delaney Wakeforest, Viola Davis as Pauletta Perkins, Cicely Tyson as Nellie Newton, Anna Sophia Robb as Alice Trent, Kevin Spacey as Roger Delaney, Sam Heughan as Todd Wakeforest, Idris Elba as Dominic Perkins, the late Polly Holliday as the Waitress Madge, Donald Sutherland as Aldus Warren, Teri Polo as Lillian Warren, and Ewan McGregor as David Warren,  and others as noted.]

Author’s Content Note: “Love in the Great Pine Woods” is a mature love story with dramatic themes of love and relationships.  It will mostly be at the PG and PG-13 movie levels. Specific chapters or passages may have a further rating of:  L for language, D for dramatic emotions, and S for sensual themes.  And I will rate the chapters accordingly. If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide for a chapter, then please do not read that chapter. This is my disclaimer.  And as is my habit, I will summarize the previous chapter’s events at the beginning of the next chapter.

Author’s Recap from the Previous Chapter:  A man named Mr. Quimby tracked Sam Wakeforest down at the June 11, 1956 Wakeforest Summer Family and Flower Festival and served he and his family with civil suit papers claiming negligence on the part of Wakeforest Family Lumber Mill and Conservators in the January 2, 1956 Wakeforest Mountain avalanche death of tourist Aiden Carter.  Though the inquest at the time had ruled the death an accident by nature—and no criminal charges were filed–civil suits have a much lower burden of proof.

 

“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 38 (PG-13, D, L):   The Fight for Wakeforest Mountain, Part 1

Sam Wakeforest has always been a man of stoicism and restraint.  His previously taciturn and gruff demeanor–before meeting and marrying his wife Olivia, whose love has opened him up to displaying more tenderness–bore a stark testament to those hallmark qualities.  Yet when his family, livelihood, and civic purpose are threatened, woe betide anyone who crosses Sam’s path.  For they will truly know the passion that stirs within this man’s chest.

And the civil suit claiming Wakeforest Lumber Mill and Conservatorship negligent in the avalanche death of Aidan Carter last January is nothing if not threatening to Sam and his extended Wakeforest and Delaney families.  That the suit was served to them at the otherwise happily enjoyed June 11, 1956  Wakeforest Summer Family and Flower Festival last month was an uncalled for indignity which Sam felt that he and his family suffered.

The extended Wakeforest and Delaney Families quickly organized a legal response team to the civil suit.  Their brother-in-law Roger Delaney is also a Trustee of the Wakeforest Mountain Wakeforest Family Conservatorship.  So Roger is also named in the civil suit.  And though Sam is still a partially practicing attorney—his Wakeforest  Mountain conservatorship being his primary career focus these days—he realizes that as one of the defendents in the case, it would be wise to seek outside legal assistance.  So Sam engages the services of their state capitol’s largest legal firm of DeWitt, Grimes, & Branch—with their having the distinguished elder law firm partner Lawrence DeWitt to lead their civil suit’s legal team of five lawyers.  The Wakeforests were not only able to pay to put the firm on retainer, but the Wakeforest Family’s general prestige as upstanding community members and philanthropists also serve them in good stead in securing the best legal advice.

Depositions have been taken on both sides over the last four weeks and witnesses and experts assembled, as they wait to proceed to court while standing in an anteroom of the state capitol courthouse in Largemont an hour away from the Town of Wakeforest this Monday, July 11, 1956.

Sam Wakeforest paces the small conference room like a coiled panther waiting to pounce. Sam-isRichard-Armitage-Outtake-Photo-DAMAN-4-Oct2014_May2916viaRANet Then in frustration, Sam plops down onto a none too comfortable metal chair, leaning forward expectantly  [(2) right].  For the sake of the trial, Sam is trying to look more professional—less of a mountain man—within reason. He still eschews ties, and formal suit trousers.  But he is wearing a jacket, and he has his beard trimmed considerably, though still with faint stubble.  Sam is ever the rebel. l

The ever calm and in command Lawrence DeWitt—a distinguishedly handsome man of graying hair in his 60’s belying his vigorous constitution—generally admonishes everyone to be on their best behavior.

Mr. DeWitt:  “We need to present a united and calm front in the face of the legal opposition for the Carter Family.  The evidence should go our way, but we cannot let the opposition try to rattle us.  Many a seemingly straightforward case has been lost by emotional manipulation by the lesser opposing side.  Mr. Wakeforest?”

Though all four Wakeforest brothers turn toward Mr. DeWitt it is the pacing and clearly agitated Sam Wakeforest to whom Mr. DeWitt refers.  You see compounding and complicating today’s proceedings is the fact that with the strain of the civil suit hanging over them, everyone has been stressed out.  And Sam’s seven months pregnant wife Olivia has been experiencing pregnancy difficulties.  She is not here now because she was so distressed this morning at breakfast, that Tessa insisted upon taking her to see her doctor.  And Sam is beside himself with worry.  It is now 8:45am.

Roger:  “I think he means you, Sam.”

Sam: “I ascertained that, Roger!”  Sam hisses, biting the head off of his brother-in-law Roger Delaney, who winces.  “Since Mr. DeWitt is looking directly at me.”  Then Sam looks at his wrist watch for the fifth time in five minutes and mumbles under his breath.  “Why hasn’t Tessa sent word about Olivia?”

For Sam to have his focus split today is a double strain—him worrying about both Wakeforest Mountain and his wife Olivia.  And it is for Olivia whom Sam is more worried about.  He would not even be here at the courthouse—trusting that Mr. DeWitt and others could carry on without him—were it not for the subpoena of him as a witness in the case, as well as being one of the defendents.  It is standard practice to subpoena witnesses—even if they had previously agreed to show up—in order to prevent absences.  But in this case, Sam being absent from court and rushing to his wife’s side at Wakeforest County Hospital an hour away is all that he can think about this morning.

Mr. DeWitt has also subpoenaed witnesses and experts on the Carter Family side—including the deceased Aidan Carter’s elder brother Dr. Matt Carter, who was with him on that fateful trip to the Wakeforest community for the holidays.  But Dr. Carter was not on the Mountain that morning due to him fulfilling a volunteer commitment to the Wakeforest County Hospital as an orthopedic surgeon.

That fateful choice ended up benefiting Olivia Wakeforest, since it was Dr. Matt Carter who operated on and saved her shattered leg that was injured from the avalanche hitting their cabin—before he knew of his brother’s death, even though Sam knew about it, but did not tell him.  Sam didn’t want the doctor’s focus to be taken away from saving his wife’s leg, and maybe saving her life.  And Sam’s omission may cost him—it may cost them.

***

And though Sam’s worry for Olivia and their unborn child today is indeed warranted–as Tessa and Olivia wait in a Wakeforest County Hospital room for Olivia’s test results to come back—Olivia’s health issue will be revealed as unrelated to her pregnancy, but ones that could have a devastating impact upon she and her baby.

Tessa:  Fussing, Tessa asks caringly. “Are you comfortable, Olivia Sweetie?  Can I fluff up your pillow?  Get you some more ice water?”  Tessa picks up the empty glass.  “Another blanket?  Maybe you should get into the hospital gown.”

Olivia: “I’m fine, Tessa.  And I’m not wearing that  sack unless I absolutely have to.  It’s scratchy and my skin is delicate.”  And feeling delicate as a blooming seven months pregnant lady is import to Olivia.  Olivia hugs her shoulders with her nice thin and soft red summer sweater.  And as before when she was in the hospital with surgery and recovery for her shattered lower left leg, Olivia notices the chill in her hospital room.  “But maybe another blanket would be nice.  It is chilly in here.”  Olivia looks hopefully at her sister-in-law Tessa.

Tessa:  “Ooooh!  I’ll be right back!”  Tessa sprints out of the room with Olivia’s glass, in search of ice water and a blanket at the nurse’s station.  Tessa is ever happiest when she has something to do.

Then while Tessa is waiting for both ice water and another blanket at the nurse’s station, a different nurse comes in to take Olivia’s vital signs.  She is middle aged, plump lady, with a pleasantly caring smile.  So Tessa is grateful for a friendly face when she is feeling so poorly.

Nurse: “And how are we feeling now, Mrs. Wakeforest?”  She frowns, noticing that their patient has not changed into her hospital gown yet.

Olivia: “My left leg and chest are still in a lot of pain—like they’re cramping up.” Olivia doesn’t whine, but her wan facial expression makes clear her distress and fatigue.

Nurse:  Seeing the swollen and reddening leg, the nurse asks in concern. “And have you had this cramping before?”  The nurse has a suspicion what might be causing Olivia’s pains.

Olivia: “Not really.  Not in both places.”  Olivia clutches her chest as another wave of pain hits her.  Olivia is worried about her baby, wondering if it is trying to come early, too early.

Then as Tessa comes back with the ice water and blanket, the nurse starts to walk out of Olivia’s hospital room with a sense of urgency.

Nurse: “Wait here, I’ll be back in a moment with the doctor.”

The pains are in Olivia’s injured but healed left lower leg and in her lungs.  Olivia has a soon to be diagnosed blood clot common with pregnancies or injury [(3)] –-and she has both conditions.

Tessa: “Well!  She’s moving more quickly than I would have imagined.”  Tessa says brightly while trying to distract Olivia from the concern she saw in the nurse’s face.

Olivia: “Now Tessa, be kind.  She is very efficient and caring.”

Tessa places the extra blanket atop Olivia and hands her the fresh ice water.

Tessa: “Better, sweetie?”

Olivia: “Yes, thank you.”  Olivia doesn’t really feel better.  But her sense of making others feel better is so ingrained in her that she does so by minimizing her symptoms—not something you should do when in a health crisis.

Then the nurse returns with the doctor—a young looking intern.  His brown hair is buzz cut short, which gives him a military look.  And his glasses are too big for his thin face and they keep slipping down his nose—and he keeps pushing them back up his nose.  Olivia thinks that he looks rather earnest with his piercing gaze at her. The requisite stethoscope hangs around his neck and his white doctor’s coat has his name embroidered on the left chest pocket.  He reads through Olivia’s chart on a clip board that he picks up off of the hook at the end of her hospital bed, then he comes to stand at bedside with Olivia looking up at him expectantly.

Dr. James: “Mrs. Wakeforest, I’m Dr. James.  I’m sorry to hear that you’re experiencing pain.  But let me examine you briefly and then we’ll see if we can alleviate some of your symptoms to give you some relief.”  Olivia nods and the doctor hands her chart clip board to the nurse and then listens to her chest and lungs and then her leg with his stethoscope.  “Hmmm.”

Tessa: Quirking a look with a tilted head at the doctor, Tessa mirrors his comment.  “Hmmm?”

Dr. James:  Looking up, he asks of Tessa. “And you are?”

Olivia: “Oh!  She’s my sister-in-law.”  Olivia smiles gratefully at Tessa.

Dr. James: “Ah!  Would you like her to wait in the hall while I discuss your condition with you?”

Tessa: “Condition?”  Tessa blurts in alarm.

Olivia: “No, she may stay.  What is wrong with me, Dr. James?”

Dr. James:  “I believe that you have a blood clot in your left leg.”  Though he will still need to have a senior attending physician confirm it before treatment may proceed.

Olivia and Tessa, simultaneously: “Blood Clot?

Dr. James: “Yes.  Your pregnancy water retention and previous injury are no doubt the causes.  And though I don’t detect a blood clot in your lungs—yet–the pain you are experiencing there is concerning.”

Olivia: “Oh no!  Will my baby and I be alright?”  Olivia asks worriedly, looking up at him Olivia-isEmilyDeschanel-inBones-promise-in-the-palace_May2916via-zap2it-Grati-crop-size-brtpanic stricken [(4) right].  Her breathing is becoming quick and shallow, such as when she has a panic attack.

Dr. James:  “Yes, I hope so.”  He back peddles.  “I’m going to put you on a low dose blood thinner and then we’ll watch you over the next few hours to see if your symptoms improve.”

Tessa: “And if they don’t?”  Trust Tessa to ask the bold question.

Dr. James: He pats her shoulder in standard bedside manner 101 form.  “Then we will pursue other treatment options.” One of which is surgery if the clot goes to her lungs.  But he doesn’t want to worry Mrs. Wakeforest.  “I’ll check back on you in an hour.  The nurse will call me if I need to come sooner.  So let’s get you into a hospital gown, you’re going to be here for a few hours.”  He smiles, pats her shoulder again, and then leaves with the nurse.

Olivia looks worriedly at Tessa as her breathing continues to become more erratic.  They had failed to tell the doctor about Olivia’s panic attacks.  However, Tessa is well versed with helping Olivia get through these breathing difficulties.

Tessa:  “Now, let’s keep calm, Olivia.  Breathe, in, out, in, out.”

Tessa slows down her breathing and Olivia matches it—slowing down and deepening her breaths. If ever Olivia needed Sam by her side. it is now.  Tessa is nice, but Olivia relies upon her husband Sam’s strength and love to get her through tough times—and breathing attacks brought on by her panic attacks.  Then after Olivia’s breathing becomes more normal, she squeezes Tessa’s hand.

Olivia: “Tessa, I want Sam.”  Olivia whines for the first time since she arrived at the hospital.  She is a trooper, but her fatigue with having this latest health crisis wears her down.

Tessa:  “I know, Olivia Sweetie.  I’ll try calling the Largemont Courthouse in a little while if we haven’t heard from Sam.”  They have no way of reaching each other directly, and Tessa wishes that the walkie talkies they use on the Mountain for rescues and such had a longer range than five miles.  “We should ponder what baby or Mommy gift item I’ll buy you this afternoon when you’re released.”

Olivia: “Oh Tessa, not everything can be fixed with gift.”

Tessa: “I know.  But …”

Olivia: “Thanks Tessa.  I appreciate what you’re trying to do.  But they might not even release me today and I might have to stay over night.”  Olivia rolls her yes.  She would much rather be snug in her own bed at home with her husband Sam.

Tessa: “Now let’s not borrow trouble.”

So Tessa helps Olivia into a hospital gown and then back into bed.  Then the nurse comes back in with the first half of a blood thinner pill for Olivia, that the attending physician had approved.  And then, they wait to see if it works.  They will give her the other half of the pill in four hours if she needs it.

***

Sam listens intently as their lead lawyer Mr. DeWitt cross examines Dr. Matt Carter about his brother Aiden Carter who died on Wakeforest Mountain. The Carter Family Plaintiffs had put Dr. Carter on the stand as their star witness. They have been in court for two hours now and it is nearly eleven o’clock—with no word from Tessa or Olivia, which worries Sam greatly.  Sam’s hands are clasped together in a fist so tight that his knuckles are white.

Mr. Dewitt: “Dr. Carter, your family’s civil suit claims that your brother Aiden Carter was not made sufficiently aware of the dangers upon Wakeforest Mountain. And that lack of awareness precipitated his death with regard to the avalanche.  Is that your belief?”

Dr. Carter:  He looks over at their family attorney and his mother, then his eyes return to Mr. DeWitt.  “It is.”

Mr. DeWitt:  “So then, you do admit that your brother had some awareness of the dangers upon the mountain?”  Mr. DeWitt is a master litigator—carefully parsing words and catching the witness with his own admission.

Dr. Carter: “Well, yes.”  The doctor eyes the opposing attorney with some skepticism.  He has convinced himself that his family’s civil suit is the correct course—to insure that no other families suffer the loss of a loved one as they have.

Mr. DeWitt: “And what exactly do you think your brother did or did not understand about safety procedures on Wakeforest Miountain?”

Carter Lawyer: “I object, your Honor.  The Defendent’s lawyer is attempting to lead the witness into stating his brother’s mindset at the time.  He cannot possibly know that.”

Judge: “Mr. DeWitt, we are looking for facts, not supposition.  Is your line of questioning leading up to the facts?”

Mr. DeWitt: “I hope so, your Honor.  This case hinges upon what Aiden Carter did or did not know at the time of the avalanche with regard to Wakeforest Mountain safety procedures—and that affected his subsequent decision to go onto Wakeforest Mountain that morning.  Given that he and his brother Dr. Carter were together on this trip, they were likely to be aware of similar safety information.”

Judge:  “Very well. I will allow this line of questioning. But only in a limited way.  I will stop you if I feel you are getting off track.  Proceed.”

Mr. DeWitt: “Thank you, your Honor.   Dr. Carter, to the best of your knowledge, what Mountain safety procedures were you and your brother aware of?  And what was a previous reason you had for being on Wakeforest Mountain a previous time?”

Dr. Carter:  “Well, we had skied there on a past visit to the area.”

Mr. DeWitt: “Ah!  So safety rules that are well known by skiers would be understood by you and your brother?”  Chief among them being to watch out for avalanches.

Dr. Carter: “Yes.”

Mr. DeWitt: “Such as?

Dr. Carter: “Well, don’t ski at night when it is too dark to see where you are going.”  Dr. Carter furrows his brow in annoyance.  This trial is not turning out the way he expected.  He doesn’t understand why he is the one being questioned—when he feels that it is the Wakeforests who should be questioned.  They will be.

Mr. DeWitt: “Yes, that is a good rule. However, what if any other safety rules were you aware of that relate more specifically to the Wakeforest Mountain conditions on the morning of your brother’s death?”

Dr. Carter  pauses.  His lawyer had told him to only answer direct questions, not fishing expeditions.

Dr. Carter:  “It had snowed heavily the night before with near blizzard conditions.   So the snowpack that morning was  … new.”

Mr. DeWitt:  “Hmmm.  And what does new snowpack mean for a skier?”

Dr. Carter: “It could mean a light and fluffy powder for skiing on.”

Mr. DeWitt: “Anything else?”  He asks knowingly.

Dr. Carter:  His composure snaps. “It doesn’t matter!  They should have had someone up on the Mountain testing the snow pack and warning about a possible avalanche!”

The judge knocks his gavel several times.

Judge: “Please restrain yourself, Dr. Carter.  And answer the questions put to you in an unemotional manner.”

Carter Lawyer: “But your Honor, Mr. DeWitt is trying to ask Dr. Carter to be clairvoyant about what his brother’s intentions were that day.”

Judge: “I am allowing this line of questions, for now.  Proceed Mr. DeWitt.”  He sternly looks at both lawyers.

Sam and his brothers and Roger hold their breaths as they look at each other.  They realize that their fate, and the fate of Wakeforest Mountain hinges upon what Dr. Carter says—and how the judge interprets it.

Mr. DeWitt: “Dr. Carter, is it not true that at every road entrance leading into Wakeforest Mountain there are large signs with basic safety procedures for accessing the mountain’s skiing and hiking trails year round, as well as fishing in Summer?”

Dr. Carter:  “I do not know if every road has them.”  He dissembles and looks down at his hands.

Mr. DeWitt: “But have you seen these signs every time you have accessed Wakeforest Mountain lands?”

Dr. Carter: “Yes.”  He nods curtly.  Dr. Carter looks only at Mr. DeWitt, not at Sam Wakeforest.  However Sam Wakeforest is staring intently at Dr. Carter.

Mr. DeWitt: “And had you and your brother been up on Wakeforest Mountain earlier during this particular holiday vacation  trip without incident?”  Mr. DeWitt hopes to stress a pattern of reckless behavior on the part of Aiden Carter.  He looks knowingly at the much younger man, Dr. Carter.   Mr. DeWitt receives. no reply.

Dr. Carter’s eyelids lower, remembering their pre Christmas attempt to cut down a Christmas tree for their vacation home, that was thwarted by Sam Wakeforest and his brothers.

Judge: “Dr. Carter. You are required to respond to Mr. DeWitt.”

Dr. Carter:  “Yes.”  He responds crisply.  As his lawyer told them, only answer the questions asked, do not supply peripheral information.

Mr. DeWitt:  “Really? There was no altercation?  I am referring to your trip to Wakeforest Mountain to obtain a Christmas Tree.  Please describe what transpired on that visit to Wakeforest Mountain.”

Dr. Carter: “Well, Aiden and I had wanted to cut down a Christmas tree for our vacation home.  So someone said to go up on Wakeforest Mountain.  And we did.”

Mr. DeWitt: “You didn’t go to the Wakeforest Tree Farm, which is the only place trees may be cut down by the public?”

Dr. Carter: “No.”  Again, with a parsimonious response.

Mr. DeWitt: “In fact, you and your brother had wandered into an old growth forest conservation area on Wakeforest Mountain and were trespassing and cutting down a tree that you shouldn’t have.”

Judge: “Mr. DeWitt, please state your comments in the form of questions to the witness.  You are not the one giving testimony today.”

Mr. DeWitt: “My apologies, your Honor.”  He nods.  Then he turns to the witness.  “Isn’t that so, Dr. Carter?”

Dr. Carter:  “We weren’t trespassing.”  Not intentionally anyway. Dr. Carter frowns.  “It was a simply misunderstanding on our part.”

Mr.  DeWitt:  “Describe what happened when Sam Wakeforest and his brothers came upon you illegally chopping down one of the trees.”

Carter Lawyer: “I object to the label of illegal.”

Judge: “I’ll allow it.  Given that court briefs already made clear about proper tree forestation on Wakeforest Mountain.”

Mr. DeWitt:  “Thank you, your Honor. Dr. Carter?”

Sam smiles, barely—more like one side of his mouth slightly tilts upward in a slight quirk.  Sam likes the fact that their attorney Mr. DeWitt is as tenacious as a pitbull terrier.

Dr. Carter: Dr. Carter bursts in frustration.  “Well, that man sitting there threatened to shoot us, or at least maim us if we didn’t give him our saws and get off the mountain.  And he pointed a rifle at us!  I can tell you that!”

Dr. Carter points animatedly at the still as a stone Sam Wakeforest.  Sam’s face is a mask of controle and concentration—not revealing any of the anger he felt that day, though it is still simmering underneath the surface.

Judge: Knocking his gavel, the judge says. “Order, order.  Let’s keep everything calm.  The only people with guns here today are my bailiffs.”  And the judge pointedly looks around the room at all the parties to the civil suit being brought before him.  For good measure, the bailiff places his hand upon his gun in its holster.  Everyone gets the message—to calm down.

Dr. Carter: “Sorry.”  He says to the judge in a chastened voice.

Mr. DeWitt: “And will you tell us how you and Mr. Sam Wakeforest parted that day?”

Dr. Carter: “How we parted?” Dr. Carter looks quizzically at the attorney for the Wakeforest. Family

Mr. DeWitt: “Yes.  Did not Mr. Sam Wakeforest admonish you to follow the rules of Wakeforest Mountain, him saying that if you did he would have no trouble with you in the future?  And then he held out his hand and wished you a pleasant holiday?”

Dr. Carter: “Something like that.”  Dr. Carter grumbles.

Judge: “Speak up!  If I can’t hear you, you can be certain that our court stenographer can’t hear you.”

Dr. Carter: “Yes!  Alright?  Yes! He shook my hand.  Alright?”

Mr. Dewitt:  “That is all I have for this witness at this time, your honor.”

Judge:  “You may step down, Dr. Carter.”

Dr. Carter steps down from the witness box and returns to his family’s legal teams court room table.

Carter Lawyer: “I would now like to call my final witness to take the stand, Mr. Sam Wakeforest.”

The Wakeforest brothers and Roger startle, and murmur to each other.  But Sam stands up, ready to testify.  However the judge raises his hand.

Judge: “Since it is now almost 11:30am, the court will take a lunch recess and resume our session after lunch at 1:00pm.  At which time, we will hear from Mr. Wakeforest.  Then the defense will present their case.”  The judge taps his gavel and everyone stants up.  The judge departs.

Sam Wakeforest turns to his lawyer.

Sam: “I have to reach my wife to see how she is doing.  My sister Tessa was taking her to her doctor’s office this morning.”

With court out of session, the courtroom is unsealed.  A bailiff strides forward and hands Mr. DeWitt a note—which he hands to Sam.
Mr. DeWitt: “For you, Mr. Wakeforest.”  Roger and Sam’s brothers  look on worriedly.

Sam opens the note and finds out that his wife Olivia is at the Wakeforest Count Hospital and the phone number for Sam to call.

Sam: “Christ!  Olivia is in the hospital with a blood clot.”  Sam dashes out into the hall to find a pay phone.    As he does so, it draws the attention of Dr. Carter, who then overhears the mutterings about Olivia’s health concerns by the Wakeforest brothers and her brother Roger.

This long day has only just begun.  And there will be more than a mere mountain, its ownership, and reputations to worry about.  There will be Olivia.

To be continued with Chapter 39

 

References for Ch. 38  by Gratiana Lovelace, May 30, 2016 (Post #918)

1)  The “Love in the Great Pine Woods” story cover is a composite of two images manipped by Grati:
a) the Richard Armitage portrait is from the 2011 Project Magazine photo shoot and article interview, that was found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/ProjectMagJuly2011/album/slides/ProjectMag-05.html;
b) the snowy Pine forest vertical image was found on Pinterest at https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/62/fa/ff/62faff1253d55f571eb3659cc7661e73.jpg

2) Sam Wakeforest is Richard Armitage from the October 2014 photo shoot by Mitchell Nguyen McCormack found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/DAMANMagazine/album/slides/Richard-Armitage-Outtake-Photo-DAMAN-4.html

3) For information about blood clots, please visit http://www.medicinenet.com/blood_clots/article.htm

4) Olivia Wakeforest speaking with her hospital doctor is Emily Deschanel on Bones found at  https://tribzap2it.files.wordpress.com/2015/11/bones-promise-in-the-palace-emily-deschanel.jpg

 

Previous  Blog Ch. 37 Story link with embedded illustrations:

https://gratianads90.wordpress.com/2016/05/23/love-in-the-great-pine-woods-ch-37-pg-13-festival-fate-part-2-may-23-2016-by-gratiana-lovelace-post-914

 

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Super Dad Sunday! Richard Armitage collage as Gary Fuller in 2014’s Into the Storm! May 29, 2016 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #917)

I love the riepu10 tumblr collage of Richard Armitage as Gary Fuller in 2014’s Into the Storm as shared by Guylty (below)!  Thanks, Ladies!

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The “Into the Storm” film was shot in 2011 when the exquisitely talented British actor Richard Armitage was 40 years old–five years ago—on a break from his The Hobbit trilogy filming.

Richard was the right age to play a Dad and a high school vice principal, career wise.   He also had the somewhat loping yet stodgy/responsible vice principal demeanor and a Midwest accent down pat—without a false nasal twang that other actors might employ.  He was subtle in both regards to his character’s portrayal.

The film came out in August 2014, after about 50 million dollars in special visual effects were added via CGI.   A bunch of us in the Midwest of the U.S. got together to see the film.  Most were from Illinois, Wisconsin, or Minnesota/South Dakota.  And with an RA lady fan from Florida attending a Chicago conference anyway and joining us, we were from all over the map!  Ha!  Other areas of the U.S. and Canada also did similar RA Fan meet ups to see the movie.

I reviewed the “Into the Storm” film here.  In the end, for me, the human story of a Richard Armitage as a widowed Dad trying to rescue his headstrong kids from nature’s wrath (below) from nature’s wrath was better than any CGI.
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So thanks again to riepu10 and Guy-lty for sharing Richard Armitage “Into the Storm” images that jogged a nice memory for me!

P.S.  And speaking of fan meet ups to see a Richard Armitage film.  Who is up for some RA Fangirl road trips if upcoming Richard Armitage films yet to have release dates start showing in U.S. Cinemas—such as period film “Pilgrimage”, societal critique “Urban and the Shed Crew”,  thriller “Sleepwalker”, and the medical drama “Brain on Fire” —and you live within easy traveling distance of Chicago, which I hope will show one or more of them?  Here are my top two Richard Armitage film hopefuls:

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2014--UATSC-Friel-Armitage-Kelly_Jul0715CandidaBrady-sized-shrp“Urban and the Shed Crew” film still by Alistair Morrison (of Anna Friel, RichardArmitage, and Fraser Kelly), as shared by Director Candida Brady

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Sexy SatuRdAy! Richard Armitage Crinkles!  May 28, 2016 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #916)

I love Richard Armitage’s crinkles in this extreme closeup at the BOFA premiere (right, courtesy of RAPortrait--2014x--BOFA-Premiere-RichardArmitage-smiling-cls_May2616viaRA24x7TumblrRA24x7, thanks!)!  And he has seemed to have his crinkles from his earlies days as a mid-thirties Sir Guy from 10 years ago.

And after years of somehow avoiding crinkles myself, I finally have some to match on my own eyes. Ha!   Though talented British actor Richard Armitage’s   crinkles tend to come and go–mine seem to be staying.

Yet, he looks so distinguished but still youthful with his crinkles.  I need his skin care regimen secrets! Or is it just really good photoshopping? Ha! Hope you have a lovely day! Cheers!

P.S.  And let’s leave ourselves with a fuller image of a brilliantly smiling Richard at the December 2014 Digital Theatre premiere of The Crucible, with Director Yael Farber, below:

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Dang!  Richard Armitage is tall, dark, broad shoulders, handsome, and looks good in a double breasted suit!  Brink on those crinkles!   Sighhh!

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Something About Love is now also on Tumblr, May 25, 2016 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #915)

I am just now dipping my toes into Tumblr for the first time as a Tumblr blogger at SomethingAboutLovebyGratianaL.  I haven’t a clue how Tumblr works.  So please bear with me.  I’ll probably share links for larger story and essay posts that will appear on my Something About Love blog over on WordPress (here) and on my Wattpad site–as well as, some of my graphic edits and the artwork of others that I like.

Have I mentioned that I’m a devoted admirer of the British actor Richard Armitage and his storytelling?  Well, I am.  So you’ll see a lot of his dramatic work referenced in my posts.

And why am I launching a Tumblr site of my own, now?  Well there is a whole community of artists whose artwork I admire on Tumblr–such as EVANKART and others–and Richard Armitage fans on Tumblr with oodles of interesting tidbits and gifs to share.

So, here I am.  And if you have any tips on navigating Tumblr, etc, is appreciated.

Thanks & Cheers!

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“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 37 (PG-13):   Festival & Fate Part 2, May 23, 2016 by Gratiana Lovelace (Post #914)

0a-Love-in-the-Great-Pine-Woods_story-cover_Dec2915byGratianaLovelace_180x297rev5(An original story copyrighted by Gratiana Lovelace; all rights reserved)  [(1) story cover, left]

[From time to time, I will illustrate my story characters with:  Richard Armitage as Sam Wakeforest, Marcia Gay Harden as Sam’s older sister Tessa Wakeforest Shoop Delaney, and Emily Deschanel as Tessa’s sister-in-law Olivia Delaney Wakeforest, Viola Davis as Pauletta Perkins, Cicely Tyson as Nellie Newton, Anna Sophia Robb as Alice Trent, Kevin Spacey as Roger Delaney, Sam Heughan as Todd Wakeforest, Idris Elba as Dominic Perkins, the late Polly Holliday as the Waitress Madge, Donald Sutherland as Aldus Warren, Teri Polo as Lillian Warren, and Ewan McGregor as David Warren,  and others as noted.]

Author’s Content Note: “Love in the Great Pine Woods” is a mature love story with dramatic themes of love and relationships.  It will mostly be at the PG and PG-13 movie levels. Specific chapters or passages may have a further rating of:  L for language, D for dramatic emotions, and S for sensual themes.  And I will rate the chapters accordingly. If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide for a chapter, then please do not read that chapter. This is my disclaimer.  And as is my habit, I will summarize the previous chapter’s events at the beginning of the next chapter.

Author’s Recap from the Previous Chapter:  A man named Mr. Quimby is trying to track down Sam Wakeforest on Saturday June 11, 1956—him having first gone to Sam’s and Olivia’s home and was turned away by the home’s caretakers the Ventura’s—and then tried the closed for today Wakeforest Family Lumber Mill.  Tessa informed by the Venturas of the ominous visitor and she raced to the Wakeforest County Festival and Flower Festival.  Sam Wakeforest doesn’t know what this man Quimby wants, but Sam’s years as a full time practicing attorney before the war give him an inkling.  But what puzzles Sam is that he can’t figure out what it could be about.   And a chilly breeze catches Sam and he shivers, then looks up at Wakeforest Mountain.  It is his home, his livelihood, his family’s legacy.  Next to Olivia and their coming child, Wakeforest Mountain means everything to Sam.

However, Mr. Quimby will soon present himself to Sam Wakeforest with tidings that will not be good for the Wakeforest Family—nor for their legacy on Wakeforest Mountain.

 

“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 37 (PG-13, D):   Festival & Fate, Part 2

Fate has a way of favoring some people and not others.  And, when good fortune has gone your way for so long, it is bound to turn in the opposite direction—as if an invisible balance scale must account for others needing to have their turn at good fortune.  But just as two wrongs don’t make a right, sometimes one cannot escape being held accountable for devastating events—even if it was not directly your fault.

And as Sam and Olivia enjoy this weekend’s Wakeforest Summer Family and Flower Festival on Saturday June 11th, they will be reminded once again that Wakeforest Mountain has been under Wakeforest Family conservator/ownership for a mere 100 years, since the 1850’s—when the Wakeforests settled this untamed Northern region of the United States and were granted ownership of Wakeforest Mountain and developed their lumber mill business.

Wakeforest Mountain belonged to itself and the creatures that inhabited it long before the Wakeforest Family claimed it and became its owners and conservators.  And yet, the Wakeforests—especially Sam Wakeforest—feel almost wedded to the Mountain.  The Mountain belongs to them and they belong to the Mountain.  Sam feels that he belongs to the Mountain.  But what if the Mountain no longer belonged to the Wakeforest Family?   Or to Sam?

But those worries had yet to surface as Sam and Olivia Wakeforest proudly walked hand in hand throughout the Wakeforest Summer Family and Flower Festival held at the Wakeforest County fairgrounds just outside of town this bright and sunny June 11th, 1956.  There are carnival rides, booths by Wakeforest County businesses and locals with homemade crafts, food, and furniture to sell, the flower show—as well as, various fundraising booths for local charities such as the Wakeforest County Hospital, the Wakeforest County Orphanage, etc.

However, their Wakeforest Mountain, the life force of their Wakeforest Family Lumber Mill business—and Sam’s life’s work as the mountain’s chief conservator—will receive unwanted and malicious attention.

When Roger Delaney returned to the Flower Show Tent from calling the Ventura’s at the bank about coming to the Wakeforest Festival Flower Show, he nods at Sam to let him know that they are coming.  The Ventura’s loyalty in protecting Sam’s and Olivia’s Wakeforest Family home on the outskirts of town is commendable.  Roger and Sam do not say more in order to prevent the very pregnant Olivia from being under any stress.  So they try to maintain a lighthearted feel as they walk around the flower exhibits being judged before the award ceremony will begin in 15 minutes.

Olivia:  “Although the other flowers are very pretty, too, I think Mr. Ventura’s entry of our Peony-flower-bush-byTania-Midgely-Corbis_May0816viaKidsBritannicaCom
pink peonies is very special.”  She smiles hopefully as she touches a lovely bloom [(2) right].  The riot of blushing pink and hot pink petals in each large bloom mesmirzing her with their beauty and soft feel.

Sam:  “Of course they are special, Olivia Darling.  Afterall, they are the Olivia Pink Peonies.”  Sam kisses his wife’s temple while standing behind her and places his hands on her pregnant belly.  Junior—as they have begun calling their yet to be born child—is doing flip flops.  And Junior starts its movements within her womb.

Olivia:  “Whhhhh!  Whhhhh!”  Olivia breathes in and out several times, clutching her pregnant belly.

Tessa:  “Are you feeling alright, Olivia Sweetie?”  Tessa and Olivia as best friends—as well as being sisters-in-laws twice over with them marrying each other’s sibling—and Tessa enjoys fussing over Olivia.  Whether or not Olivia enjoys the fussing is another matter.

Olivia: “It’s just Junior kicking me again.”  She sighs in a small discomfort.

Sam: “Kicking?  He’s somersaulting!”  Sam exclaims with no small amout of pride to have such an active child—even before it is born.

Tessa: “May I?”  Tessa hesitantly asks Olivia as she holds out her hands hoping to touch Olivia’s pregnant tummy and feel the baby’s movements.

Olivia:  “Sure!  Why not!  Let’s sell tickets!”  Olivia intones far more sarcastically than she intends.  And she sees the hurt look in her sister-in-law’s face.  “I’m sorry Tessa, I’m just kidding.  My sense of humor is off these days.  I’m blaming it on the pregnancy hormones.  Come here and feel.”

Olivia reaches out and places Tessa’s hands on her belly.  And Junior complies with a big kick.

Tessa:  “Oh my!  That is amazing!” Since the 50 year old Tessa has never been pregnant—nor is she like to be at her age—she marvels in Olivia’s pregnancy experiences.  “Roger!  You have to feel this.”  Then Tessa startles and looks to Olivia for permission.

Olivia:  “It’s alright, Roger.  You can feel my tummy.”

Roger:  Raising a stodgy eyebrow, Olivia’s brother Roger declines.  “I think not!”

Sam: “What’s the matter, Roger?  Are you too uptight to feel the baby kicking in Olivia’s womb.”

There he did it.  Sam mentioned womb—and Roger goes all shades of splotchy red in embarrassment.

Tessa: “Oooh!  I think he’s going to faint.”

Olivia: “Roger!  Don’t be a ninny.  I’m carrying your niece or nephew in here.”   Olivia points to her five and a half months pregnant belly and she pouts at her elder brother Roger.

Roger: “I know, I know.  Don’t remind me.”  Roger rolls his eyes.  He is still not fond of thinking about how his little sister Olivia became pregnant—even if she is 35 years old and married.  “And what if the baby is a girl.  You’re calling it Junior all the time will confuse it.”

Sam:  “Babies in the womb can’t hear things.”

Tessa:  “No no!  I read something somewhere that says they can.  So Roger has a point.” Three sets of eyes turn to Tessa spouting baby and pregnancy facts [(3)].  “What?  I’ve been reading up on pregnancy.  So I can help Olivia better.”  Their family stares at Tessa.  And Tessa rolls her eyes in a huffy manner at their disbelief in her knowing about pregnancy.

***

Then as the two couples take their seats with the other Flower Show Award Ceremony guests, the Ventura’s arrive and take seats at the back of the row of folding chairs in the Flower Show tent.

Sam:  Leaning in and kissing Olivia’s temple, Sam says before standing up again.  “I just want a word with Mr. Ventura.  I’ll be right back.”

Olivia: “Sam?”  Olivia looks at her husband quizzically, but he moves too quickly for her to get his attention.  For a tall and broadly muscular guy, Olivia thinks that he certainly has the speed and agility of a much smaller man.

Sam looks directly at Mr. Ventura and points to the back of the tent.  Wordlessly, Mr. Ventura pats his wife’s hand, stands up, and then follows Sam Wakeforest to the back of the tent.

Sam: “Mr. Ventura, what have you to tell me about the unexpected  visitor to our home Sam-is2011RichardArmitage-from-theProjectMagazine-article-photobyMattHolyoak-14_Nov2415ranet-sized-clr-cropthis morning?”  Sam asks  directly, no  beating about the bush.  Sam’s steely gaze [(4) right] confirms for Mr. Ventura the concern that his employer has about the incident.

Mr. Ventura: “He said his name was Quimby, but he didn’t give his first name.  I have never seen him before.  He is not from around here.”

Sam: “Hmmmm.  What did he look like?  How was he dressed?”  Sam wonders if it is someone he might have known in the past.

Mr. Ventura: “He was about 5’10” tall, in a dark suit and tie—and he wore a brimmed hat and glasses.”

Sam: “Hair color?”

Mr. Ventura: “Dark.  Well, his eyebrows were dark.  But he kept his hat on the whole time, so I presume his hair was short.”

Sam: “Did he state how he knew me?”

Mr. Ventura: “No.  But I actually had the impression that he didn’t know you.  And he seemed very high handed.”

Sam:  “How So?”

Mr. Ventura: “Well, he sneered when I told him if he didn’t leave, that I would call the police to say he was trespassing.  He said that he had a legal right to be at your house.  What can that mean Mr. Sam?”

Sam: “I don’t know, Mr. Ventura.  This will take some looking into.  But let’s put a good face on it for now for the ladies.  And I especially don’t want to upset my wife Olivia in her delicate condition.”

Mr. Ventura: “Of course!  But if you need us in any way, just ask.”

Sam: Placing his hand on the older and shorter Mr. Ventura’s shoulder, Sam smiles in relief.  “Thank you!”  And Sam resolves to contact his brother Kevin who also serves as a Bailiff and Justice of the Peace at the Wakeforest County Courthouse.

Then the two men return to sitting with their wives.  As it turns out, the Olivia Peonies  earn 2nd Place in the Flower Show for best overall blooms—after winning their individual category of peonies.  A rose won Best of Show.  Typical, thinks Olivia.  Roses are eveyone’s favorite.  But she prefers the softer pink shade and abundantly haphazard petals of the stalwart peony flower.  So in her heart, their peonies are Best in Show.

***

After meandering about the other Wakeforest Summer Family and Flower Show Festival booths this sunny and breezy Saturday afternoon, Sam and Olivia and Roger and Tessa elect to have dinner out at Hannah’s Dinner in the Town of Wakeforest.  Alice and Bobby have also joined them after spending the day at the festival with their Wakeforest cousins.  In fact, it is Sam’s brother Kevin Wakeforest who delivers the the children to Roger and Tessa.  Then Sam stands up and takes his brother Kevin to a quiet corner of the nearly deserted diner.  It seems that many folks are still enjoying the festival’s lit up rides and such.

Sam: “Did you find out anything about this Quimby guy?”

Kevin: “No!  I called a few other counties this afternoon, in my capacity as Bailiff, and they have never heard of him.  I wonder what he could want.”

Sam: “That is the $64,000 question!”  Sam nods.  Then while standing in the corner of the room, the oscillating fan turns in Sam’s direction and he feels a chill come over him again as the cool air from the fan hits him.  He can’t explain it, but Sam has a sense of foreboding.d

About ten minutes ago, a stranger to their area had given up attending to business for the day and decided to stop for a bite to eat at Hannah’s Diner on his way out of town.  As he sits on a stool at the counter, the man peruses the only half filled restaurant.  He surmises rightly that many people are still at the fair.  Then two men talking in the corner catch his eye.  It seems unusual for the two men not to be seated with the large family group table that is about 10 feet away.  Then the man reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out the picture of a soldier, an air force captain, and then looks up at the two men talking.  The man snaps his fingers, his luck is turning today.  He has a delivery to make and he’ll get $50 for doing it.  The man stands up and turns to the waitress, asking her to make his sandwich, chips and soda order to go.  Then he walks over to the two men talking in the corner.

At first, Sam and Kevin Wakeforest do not notice the stranger approaching them.  But Roger Delaney does, and he excuses himself from their family table at the diner and he joins Sam and Kevin, alerting them to the stranger.  Sam standing in between his brother Kevin and brother-in-law Roger, scowls up at the approaching stranger.

Sam: Feeling unease and sensing that something isn’t right, Sam asks gruffly.  “What do you want?”

Mr. Quimby: “I am Bernard Quimby.  Am I speaking to Sam Wakeforest, President and Owner of the Wakeforest Mountain and Wakeforest Family Lumber Mill?”

The three men glare at the man, ready to pounce if violence or mischief is Quimby’s purpose.

Roger:  Sounding officious as usual, Roger asks. “What is your business here, Sir?”

Mr. Quimby: “I have business with a Mr. Sam Wakeforest.”  Quimby reaches into front coat pocket, which makes Sam, Kevin, and Roger lean back—in case he has a gun.  Quimby removes a thick sheaf of papers from his coat and stares at the three men.  “Now which of you gentleman is the man whom I seek?”  With the faded picture he has, Quimby thinks that it could be either of the two similarly tall and dark hair color of the three men.

Sam: “I am Sam Wakeforest.”  Sam states boldly and unflinchingly.

Mr. Quimby: “Then consider yourself served, Sir.”  He hands the sheaf of papers to Sam Wakeforest, who silently takes them in his hands while continuing to glare at Quimby.  “Sign here.”  Quimby passes another paper and pen to Sam, Sam signs the form and returns it to Quimby.

Sam: “Alright, you’ve served the papers. “  Says the still a practicing lawyer Sam.   “Now be gone with you.”

Mr. Quimby:  “My intentions precisely.  You lead me on a merry chase today, Mr. Wakeforest.  But I always find my man.    And now I can finally go home to my own family.  Good Day, gentleman.”  Quimby nods his head and leaves.

Kevin: “Is that what I think it is?”  Asks Kevin Wakeforest, the Wakeforest County Bailiff and Justice of the Peace.

Sam:  “Yup!”  Sam rolls his eyes.

Roger: Impatient, Roger blusters. “Well, open it up and see what it says, Sam!”

Sam: Sam breaks the seal on the sheaf of papers and opens them to reveal that a civil suit has been filed.   “Carter Family vs Wakeforest Mountain Family Conservatorship.”  Then Sam tonelessly reads the first few sentences that detail the nature of the complaint.   “In the matter of the death by misadventure of Aiden Carter on January 2, 1956 on Wakeforest Mountain, this civil suit claims negligence and lack of due diligence on the part of the Wakeforest Family Wakeforest Mountain Conservatorship toward individual safety and the plaintiffs seek compensation in the amount of 2 million dollars—or the deed to Wakeforest Mountain.”

Stunned, Sam and Kevin and Roger look at each other in bewilderment.  The death inquest last February had not found the Wakeforest Family culpable in Aiden Carter’s death on Wakeforest Mountain—since the idiot had been racing his snow mobile near a cliff during an avalanche, when the avalanche pushed him off the cliff and he fell to his death, crushed by his own snow mobile.  It was a tragic accident, pure and simple.

But civil suits have a much lower burden of proof, and practically anyone can file them—if they have the court filing fee  And it seems that the very rich Carter Family seeks revenge for the loss of their beloved son.  Sam can understand the Carter Family’s heartache.  But he cannot understand why they would seek to take the mountain away from them—especially since their other son Dr. Matt Carter had been the one to operate on Olivia and save her leg after she and Sam had also been hit by the avalanche while honeymooning in their Wakeforest Mountain cabin.  To Sam, the Carter Family’s actions to file a civil suit makes no sense whatsoever.  It will not bring back their son.

But as a former fulltime lawyer–and still part time practicing attorney—Sam knows how matters such as civil suits are handled.  The side with the deepest pockets, buying the best and the most lawyers, often wins—regardless if they should win.  And though the Wakeforest Family collectively are well-to-do, their wealth is tied up in Wakeforest Mountain.  Their Wakeforest Mountain forestry conservatorship philosophy has always meant that they take from the Mountain only that which they can replace—so as to maintain the mountain’s great pine woods natural splendor.  They have never clear cut [(5)] the Mountain as some lumber businesses do—that would kill the mountain in their eyes.

Sam numbly walks past his wife and family eating their food in Hannah’s diner, and he snowy-pine-forest_Nov2315pinterest
comes to stand at the large window that faces Wakeforest Mountain [(6) right]]—his mountain, for now.  And Sam has feels a growing sense of dread.  Not only might they lose  Wakeforest Mountain, but in other hands, the mountain might not be conserved and preserved as it is with the Wakeforest Family.  Sam cannot let that happen.

Olivia stands and walks over to her seemingly distracted husband Sam because she senses that he needs her—with Olivia yet to find out about the civil suit.  And Sam places his arm about his wife Olivia’s back in a gentle embrace–and he looks down at her with a sad smile.   Sam wonders how he can tell her that all that he is, or ever hoped to be—the conservator of Wakeforest Mountain—is a future that might end soon?  He feels that he is a part of the mountain, and the that the mountain is a part of him.

Olivia caresses her husband Sam’s cheek and embraces him closer with a gentle squeeze—as if to convey, whatever is wrong, it will be alright.  Olivia’s loyal and unwavering faith in her husband Sam gives him added strength in the face of almost insurmountable odds with the civil suit facing them.  And Sam resolves not to fail Olivia and their unborn child, not to fail their extended Wakeforest family, and not to fail Wakeforest Mountain.

To be continued with Chapter 38

 

References for Ch. 37  by Gratiana Lovelace, May 23, 2016 (Post #914)

1)  The “Love in the Great Pine Woods” story cover is a composite of two images manipped by Grati:
a)the Richard Armitage portrait is from the 2011 Project Magazine photo shoot and article interview, that was found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/ProjectMagJuly2011/album/slides/ProjectMag-05.html;
b) the snowy Pine forest vertical image was found on Pinterest at https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/62/fa/ff/62faff1253d55f571eb3659cc7661e73.jpg

2) The flowering peony bush image (by Tania Midgley/Corbis ) is from Kids.Brittanica.com found at http://media.web.britannica.com/eb-media/34/82534-004-D8BE7B75.jpg;  for more on Peony flowers, please visit http://kids.britannica.com/elementary/art-87589/Peony-flowers-range-in-color-from-white-to-pink-to and  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peony

3)  Thories about a baby’s hearing in the womb are found at http://www.webmd.com/baby/news/20130102/babies-learn-womb

4) The Sam Wakeforest image is of a Richard Armitage portrait from the 2011 Project Magazine photo shoot and article interview, that was found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/ProjectMagJuly2011/album/MattHolyoak-14.jpg

5) The tree cutting deforestation method known as Clear Cutting is found at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clearcutting

6) The Snowy Pine forest image was found on pinterest at  https://secure.static.tumblr.com/1af9bbf5599c47838a7d2fec429580a5/5hdpepv/P9rntjwg7/tumblr_static_tumblr_static_110u5ivvbgu80cwk84884088s_640.jpg

 

 

Previous  Blog Ch. 36 Story link with embedded illustrations:

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A few good men amongst Richard Armitage characters and such, May 19, 2016  Gratiana Lovelace (Post #913)

A-few-good-men-amongst-RichardArmitage-Characters-collage_May1916byGratianaLovelaceThe scene opens with six gentlemen sitting around silently—so far
–in a space that can best be described as 70’s chic.  The men—representing the talented British actor Richard Armitage as some of his characters are arranged in a three quarter round semi circle—no doubt inspired by one character’s recent theatre experience two years ago—and seated upon multi-colored bean bag chairs of red, blue, brown, chartreuse green, black, and yellow.  These are bold colors for bold men.  Except, none of the men really wanted to sit on the yellow bean bag chair because they likened it to … something unmentionable.

The men reflect a few of the many incarnations/portrayals of a Mr. Richard C. Armitage, a finely talented British actor of international reputation–and a proclivity toward vascillating facial hair levels.

I walk into the room to serve as the facilitator of this group therapy meeting that we have from time to time—just to catchup and see how everyone is doing.

Gratiana: “Gentleman!  I am delighted to see you again!”  I smile professionally, by which I mean NOT that I am not glad to see them.  But that with so much male handsomeness in the room, a lady—moi—has to remind myself why we are all here.  But more about that later.

You will find that these gentlemen’s foibles will arise during their brief conversation–mine already has.  I am exceedingly fond of exclamation points (!)!  The period (.) is drab and nondescript with the comma (,) garnering only a little more interest.  However semi-colons (;) have heft and importance—as opposed to their seemingly less, but more counterpart colons (:), which could be confused for the tell tale tetanus or tuberculosis vaccinations that we endured annually at our grade schools growing up 40 years ago.  But enough about me.

Gratiana:  “Fellas?  Let’s go around the room and introduce ourselves again.”

The shy and retiring big bear of a man John Standring from Sparkhouse shrinks back into his yellow bean bag chair, his lower limbs akimbo as he tries to find a comfortable position.  He looks more like multi legged spider—were not the man slightly averse to those creatures.  Well move on and come back to him.

Chop:  The gentleman stands up from his blue bean bag chair.   “I’m Bernard Hare, currently between social service agency appointments.”

Then Chop proceeds to sway his hips from side to side as if dancing to an imaginary tune—and with an imaginary partner, if some of his hip grinding thrust moves are to be blushingly be observed.  Oh to be in his imaginary dance partner just now.  *trembles*

 

Gratiana:  “Don’t you mean that you portray Mr. Hare’s fictionalized character of Chop in Urban and the Shed Crew?”

Chop:  “Who wants to know?”  I ask suspiciously.  Government agencies want entirely too much information, but provide only variable social benefits to the citizens it is purported to represent and protect.

Gratiana: “Well, for the purposes of our discussion, you are Chop.”  He sneers at me.

JohnS:  “Oy.  The lady merely wants to be clear, Bernard… uh, I mean Chop.”  I offer tentatively.  I am more used to being around sheep, than people.  I know that sounds bad—my being more comfortable with sheep.  But I mean it in a good way.  Sheep don’t talk back to you, or interrupt you.  And their hair is ever so soft.  And though I am more partial to pork sausages to eat, it is mostly because pigs are not generally as friendly and don’t let you get close to them like sheep do.  Again, I mean that in a good way—being close to sheep, that is.  “I am John Standring, sheep farmer.”

Lucas:  “Ah!  Now, he speaks!” I stay seated in my black bean bag chair.  It is sleek and mysterious, just like me.  “My name is North, Lucas North.”  I look cautiously around the room, wondering who might have a concealed weapon upon their person—besides myself—or maybe who might have an American CIA girlfriend with an annoying nasal twang to her voice that is worse than fingernails on a chalkboard.  I am still trying to figure out how to dump that piece of baggage without it creating an international incident.  We only started dating a few months ago.  And what with having to sheepishly relay to my boss that she and I were sleeping together, shagging. I now regret that—not the shagging, but my having to reveal our shagging due to security protocols.  What can I say?  I scratched an itch with her—then I promptly developed a case of hives.

Gratiana: “And Mr. Shield, is it?”  I turn to the small statured  and rather hirsute gentleman to my right.  He seems to be more diminutive than the rest of the gentlemen—and thus more comfortable in the bean bag chair seating in blue.

Thorin:  “My clan name is Durin.  I am Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror.  I was bestowed the name Oakenshield for my bravery in battle.”  I stare at them all with pride.  Then I soften and wink at our facilitator and say huskily. “But you may call me Thorin, My Lady.” Her eyes widen in appropriate awe.  Hmmmm.   I am quite the ladies man—still waters run deep, you know.  Or as in my case, mine shafts run deep.

Porter:  “I am Leftenant John Porter, serial # 32675.”

Gratiana: “And your career?”

Porter:  “I am not required to reveal anything about myself.”

Lucas: “Then you should assume a different identity if you don’t want to talk about yourself.”

Porter: “I do, often.”  I, perhaps, sound rather brusque.  But no air conditioning for most of my field assignments will tick off a person. However, I do rather like my desert sands stylist’s way with khaki.

Gratiana: “Very well Gentleman.  I have one question to pose to each of you.  Your responses should be short and to the point.  Then I will release you to your various … activities until next time.”  I smile knowingly.  “Very well, here is your question. If you could be any other Richard Armitage character, whom would you be?   And why?  Mr. Standring?”
JohnS:  “I guess …”

Gratiana: “Yes?”

JohnS: “John Thornton.”

JohnT:  “I am honored, Sir.  Why?”

JohnS:  “You’re a successful business man, philanthropist, and you have a girlfriend.   And I am no Sir.  But I think that we do have sheep in common.”

JohnT:  “I beg your pardon!”  I fume with righteous indignation.

Gratian: “I think he means that one of your mills processes the wool that his sheep grow, into fabric.

John T.  “Well, that’s  alright then.”  I have only been to the rural country areas once.  And I was not enamored of farm cattle.  “Oh and I will also choose Lucas North—because he seems more reticent and considers his statements before saying anything rash.”  Lucas merely smiles wanly.

Thorin: Blustering his way back into the conversation, he asks bold as brass. “Must I choose someone other than myself for my response to this unusual question?”

Gratiana: “That is the nature of the question.”

Thorin: “Then I pick John Porter.  His explosive projectile war machine—gun– could obliterate a whole army of Orcs.”

Gratiana:  “Ah!  Now I believe that the only one we haven’t heard from is Chop.”

Chop:  “Stupid bloody game.”

Gratiana:  “Who said this was a game?
Chop: “Life’s a game—with the outcome rigged against the underdogs.”  I state cynically.  I am having one of my down days.

Gratiana: I look searingly at the other gentleman.  “Do you agree with Chop?” The other men rather grumble amongst themselves.   “So what do you believe is important in life?”

Porter: “Loyalty.”  He states as one who has been betrayed.

JohnT, Lucas, Thorin:  “Honor.”  Because they are all men of honorable character.

JohnS:  “A willing heart.”  I haven’t had a girlfriend yet.  Which perhaps explains a lot.

Gratiana:  “Thank you gentleman.  That was most heartwarming.”  There is hope for finding good men in literature/drama and in life.  “Until next time.”    I wave at them as they stand and depart.

As the men file out of the room, I notice that the bean bag chairs they sat in retain the lasting impressions of the men.  Lucky beans.

 

Collage Image and Character credits via www.RichardArmitageNet.com resources

Lucas North in Spooks, 2008-2010

Thorin Oakenshield in The Hobbit trilogy of films, 2012-2014

John Porter in Strike Back, 2010

John Thornton in North & South, 2004

Chop in Urban and the Shed Crew, 2015

John Standring in Sparkhouse, 2002

 

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“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 36 (PG-13):   Festival & Fate, Part 1, May 16, 2016 by Gratiana Lovelace (Post #912)


0aaa-Love-in-the-Great-Pine-Woods_story-cover_Jan0516byGratianaLovelace_3intall-rev7(An original story copyrighted by Gratiana Lovelace; all rights reserved)  [(1) story cover, left]

[From time to time, I will illustrate my story characters with:  Richard Armitage as Sam Wakeforest, Marcia Gay Harden as Sam’s older sister Tessa Wakeforest Shoop Delaney, and Emily Deschanel as Tessa’s sister-in-law Olivia Delaney Wakeforest, Viola Davis as Pauletta Perkins, Cicely Tyson as Nellie Newton, Anna Sophia Robb as Alice Trent, Kevin Spacey as Roger Delaney, Sam Heughan as Todd Wakeforest, Idris Elba as Dominic Perkins, the late Polly Holliday as the Waitress Madge, Donald Sutherland as Aldus Warren, Teri Polo as Lillian Warren, and Ewan McGregor as David Warren,  and others as noted.]

Author’s Content Note: “Love in the Great Pine Woods” is a mature love story with dramatic themes of love and relationships.  It will mostly be at the PG and PG-13 movie levels. Specific chapters or passages may have a further rating of:  L for language, D for dramatic emotions, and S for sensual themes.  And I will rate the chapters accordingly. If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide for a chapter, then please do not read that chapter. This is my disclaimer.  And as is my habit, I will summarize the previous chapter’s events at the beginning of the next chapter.

Author’s Recap from the Previous Chapter:   On Saturday, June 4th, 1956, Sam Wakeforest surprised his wife Olivia with a renovated fishing cabin on Hidden Lake—which is located well away from the heart of the Wakeforest Mountain, in order to ease her fears about returning to the mountain after her injuries and a vacationer’s death in the avalanche last January.   And they spent a lovely weekend enjoying their new retreat.  However, the following Saturday, there will be something unexpected that begins to make itself known in their lives.

 

“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 36 (PG-13, D):   Festival & Fate, Part 1

Sam and Olivia Wakeforest proudly walk hand in hand throughout the Wakeforest Summer Family and Flower Festival held at the Wakeforest County fairgrounds just outside of town this bright and sunny June 11th, 1956.  There are carnival rides, booths by Wakeforest County businesses and locals with homemade crafts, food, and furniture to sell, the flower show—as well as, various fundraising booths for local charities such as the Wakeforest County Hospital, the Wakeforest County Orphanage, etc.

Sam and Olivia had already done their volunteer stint at the Wakeforest County Orphanage’s fundraising booth in the morning—selling homemade kitchen linens, desserts, and such.  So now in the early afternoon it is their turn to enjoy the festival.  And Olivia makes a beeline to the baby wares booths clustered together—where all manner of handmade knitted and crocheted baby clothes, blankets, and other baby things await. Olivia is fully five months pregnant and into her sixth month.  So her maternal hormones are kicking into overdrive—along with her baby kicking in her womb quite a bit.

Sam:  “Olivia, please slow down.  You need to pace yourself.” Sam remarks in some concern as his very pregnant wife Olivia drags him to the festival booths selling baby stuff.  “The baby booths aren’t going anywhere.”  He teases.

Olivia: “Baby booths?  You almost make it sound like they’re selling babies.  Ha ha ha!”

Sam: “You know what I mean, Olivia.  Look at the piles and piles of baby stuff.  They’re not going to run out.  But just remember, that whatever we buy we have to be able to carry it all home.”  He admonishes her gently.

Olivia: “No, Sam. “  Olivia smiles minxishly  [(2) right] at her husband Sam.  “You have to Olivia-wBabyBump-expanded-isEmily-Deschanel-wearing-HM-outfit-1-at2012PeoplesChoiceAwards_Apr0316via-bragmybagcarry it all home.”  Sam grins, caught by his wife’s knowing statement.  “This is our first child.  I want him or her to have wonderful things to make its life joyful!”

Sam: “Alright, alright.”  Sam acquiesces while shaking his head in bemusement.

Then Olivia proceeds to examine and purchase crocheted and knitted baby booties,  jackets, hats, and blankets—in both pink and blue, just in case.  Sam looks on with indulgence—and a great amount of manly pride.  Olivia is carrying their child, what will be their first born.  And Sam relishes this special time in their lives.

***

Meanwhile, an average sized man in a dark business suit and tie—with black rimmed eye glasses and a brimmed hat—knocks upon the door to the Wakeforest family home, where Sam and Olivia live.  He pats at a bulge in his suit jacket’s left front pocket. The home’s door is opened by the housekeeper Mrs. Ventura—he just caught her before she left to enjoy the Wakeforest Festival.

Mrs. Ventura:  “Yes?”  The housekeeper asks curiously.

Mr. Quimby:  “Is this the Samuel Wakeforest home?”

Mrs. Ventura:  “It is.”  Mrs. Ventura states reticently, but she wonders why this man is asking questions.

Mr. Quimby: “Is he at home?”  He asks impatiently.

Mrs. Ventura:  “Who wants to know?”

Mr. Quimby: “I am Mr. Quimby.”

The name means nothing to Mrs. Ventura.  And she feels very wary.  Then her husband walks up behind her in the foyer.  She whispers into her husband’s ear something that Mr. Quimby can’t hear.  Then Mr. Ventura pointedly looks up at the man.
Mr. Ventura: “Is anything wrong?”

Mrs. Ventura: “This person says he is a Mr. Quimby.  He is asking for Mr. Sam.”

Mr. Quimby:  “I am.  And to whom am I speaking?”

Mr. Ventura:  “I am Mr. Ventura.”  The elder gentleman offers concisely.  “Mr. and Mrs. Wakeforest are not at home at present.  I suggest that you call ahead next time and make an appointment.  Or if this is a business matter, please contact Mr. Wakeforest at the lumber mill.”  Mr. Ventura doesn’t want this suspicious man coming around when Mrs. Olivia is at home alone—not in her delicate condition.

Mr. Quimby: “Ah!  So is that where Mr. Wakeforest is now?  At the Mill?”

Mr. Ventura: “I couldn’t say.”  Mr. Ventura responds with discretion as he shakes his head.

Mr. Quimby:  “Couldn’t say?  Or won’t say?”  The unknown man asks cagily.

Mr. Ventura:  “We have answered your questions.  Now you should please leave, or we will contact the local police and report that you are trespassing.”

Mr. Quimby:  “You really don’t want to do that.”  Quimby sneers.  “I have a legal right to be here.”

The mature Ventura wife and husband stare down this interloper who would make such a strange pronouncment.  But they say nothing further to him.

Mr. Quimby: “Very well.  But I will find Mr. Wakeforest.  Be sure of that.”  He glares at the Venturas for a long moment, before he turns around and heads back to his car parked haphazardly in the circle drive.

After Mr. Ventura shuts the door on the departing unknown man, he and his wife lock it and then quickly walk into the living room to watch from the front window to make certain that the man drives away.  After they see his car pass through the gate at the end of the driveway—presumably headed to the Wakeforest Family Lumber Mill five miles away on Wakeforest Mountain—they phone the Delaney home, just managing to catch Same Wakeforest’s sister Mrs. Tessa Delaney and relate to her the details of the unknown man’s disturbing visit.

The Venturas also do not feel comfortable leaving the Wakeforest Family home unattended from them to go to the Festival.  So Tessa thanks them for their concerns and promises to phone them after she has spoken with her brother Sam when she meets him at the Festival.  She hopes to see Sam in about ten minutes.

Tessa races her automobile toward the Wakeforest County Fairgrounds on the outskirts of town to look for her brother Sam and his wife Olivia.  She doesn’t notice a nondescript car with Mr. Quimby in it driving toward her, that then turns off onto the Wakeforest Mountain road that leads to the Wakeforest Family Lumber Mill.

Tessa’s husband Roger had earlier driven their kids Alice and little Bobby into town first to have a dad outing  with  just he and them at the hardware store before meeting her at the Fairgrounds.  Tessa doesn’t know who this Mr. Quimby might be, but she wants to get to Sam and Olivia quickly.

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Roger Delaney delightedly [(3) right] carries his two year old son Bobby in his arms while his Roger-isKevin-Spacey-smiling-inJeans-Nov2815everthingspacey-Grati-crop-sizedand Tessa’s fifteen year old daughter Alice walks beside them at the Barker Hardware Store in Wakeforest.  Alice has been a sport to go to the hardware store with he and Bobby—to look at fishing poles as a Dad’s outing.  The next outing will be Alice’s choice.  However, Roger realizes quickly that Bobby is, perhaps still too little to truly enjoy fishing when Bobby grabs at and inadvertently drops a heavy spool of fishing line that unrolls itself down a very long merchandise aisle in the 75 year old store with uneven flooring.  The Hardware store clerk just looks at Roger Delaney knowingly.  The banker Roger Delaney is wearing his casual weekend attire of a dress shirt with the top unbuttoned and no tie, under his suit jacket.

So instead of fishing poles, Roger shifts his attention to something better suited to a two year old boy and he buys he and Bobby baseball gloves and small kid sized lighter weight and smaller sized base balls.  In fact, Bobby seems so enamored of the notion of baseball, that Roger also buys all three of them baseball caps.  Bobby looks cute in his cap worn with the cap’s bill cocked slightly to the side as Bobby leans into Roger.

Whereas Roger, the banker, looks a bit ill at ease in his ball cap—shifting the ball cap on his head, and then unmussing his hair before repositioning the ball cap several times.  Finally, Alice just keeps her baseball hat in the store sack it came in.  Like Tessa, Alice’s sense of fashion for hats for ladies would be more of the wide brimmed straw hat variety—with a prettily colored ribbon around the hat’s base.

After then driving his kids to the Fairgrounds for the Festival, Roger and the kids meet up with their Uncle Sam and Aunt Olivia at the tent for the flower show awards.  They are standing by the Olivia peony that Mr. Ventura has entered in the show.  They expect Mr. Ventura to arrive soon, since the results of the judging is soon to be announced.  But they will soon find out why he has been delayed.

Sam: “Roger!  Alice!  Bobby!  We’re over here!”  Sam waves to get their attention from down the row of Fair booths as he and Olivia stand at the entrance to the Flower Show tent.

Alice: “There’s Uncle Sam and Aunt Olivia, Daddy!”  She points and waves.

Roger:  “What?  Oh good!”  Roger is grateful to have adult reinforcements for kid tending.  He has been with his kids by himself for an hour now and he is running out of ideas to be amusing—hence them going to the Festival.

Olivia:  Walking toward her brother, she greets him warmly with a kiss—as she lays a protective hand on her five months pregnant belly.. “Love the baseball cap, Roger.” Olivia teases.

Roger: “Oh, right!”  Roger removes it from his head with his free hand and tries to unsuccessfully stuff it into his trouser pocket.  “I guess I don’t need it now.”
Bobby: “Daddy wear hat!”  Bobby pats Roger’s head.

Roger:  “Nooo, Bobby.  Just when we’re tossing the baseball.  That’s when I’ll wear the hSam-isRichardArmitage-inProjectMagazine-BlkJkt664917000Oct0111RARU-pix-sized-brt-cropat.”  Roger smiles pleadingly.  Roger wears bowler hats—when he wears any hats at all.

Sam:   Bristling at his brother-in-law’s implication, a scowling Sam asks tersely [(4) right].  “Do you have a problem with wearing a ball cap, Roger?”  Though Sam is not wearing a ball cap now, he is often wearing one.

Roger:  “No, of course not.  It’s just … rather warm wearing a ball cap.”

Roger flusters.  His brother-in-law Sam is a prickly sort at times. Whereas Sam would describe his brother-in-law Roger as being stodgy.  They are both right.

Roger tries to smooth his quite disheveled hair, but gets his side parted hair wrong.  Bobby plays at the long lock of hair that normally sits over the top of his Daddy’s hair, but is now hanging limply to the wrong side of his head.  However Roger’s sister Olivia, takes pity on her brother, and she reaches into her purse for a small brush and holds it out to him.

Olivia: “Come here, Roger.”  Olivia reaches for his hair, armed with her brush.

Roger: “What are you doing?”  Roger recoils a little.  Grooming in public is simply not done, in Roger’s mind.  And yet, Olivia is trying to do him a favor.

Olivia: Eyeing her brother in annoyance, Olivia screws up her nose and says in a hushed whisper.  “I’m fixing your comb over.”

Sam:  “Ha ha ha!”  Sam can’t help but chuckle a little.

Alice: “Here, Daddy.  Let me take Bobby, while Aunt Olivia fixes your hair.”  Alice smile wincingly.  Her Mommy has been trying to get her Daddy to get his hair cut—to eliminate the comb over.  But he has resisted up to now.

Bobby: “Nah!  I’ve got him.”  Sam reaches over and pulls his nephew Bobby into his arms.  Then he hoists Bobby into the air.  “You’re taller than I am!”  Then Sam twirls around.

Bobby: “Wheee!  Unc Sam!  Eeeee!”

Roger: “Don’t twirl him too much, Sam.  It upsets his stomach.”  Roger pouts.
Olivia: “Oh Roger.”  Olivia chuckles as she finishes fixing her brother’s hair.  She rightly thinks that Roger is a little jealous of Sam’s seemingly innate rapport with little Bobby.

Roger: “Well it does.”  Roger whines.

Alice: “Oh look!  Mommy’s here!”  Alice points to Tessa dashing toward them.Tessa-isMarciaGayHarden07TIFF_May1516viawiki

Tessa:  “Sam!  Sam!”  Tessa calls to her brother as rushes over to him in a ladylike sprint.  Tessa Wakeforest Shoop Delaney might be worried right now, but she still maintains a steely poise about her [(5) right].

Roger: “Tessa?”  He looks at his wife worriedly—wondering what has gotten her agitated now.  Tessa is a tad dramatic in Roger’s opinion.  But afterall, her zest for life is what drew him to her.

Tessa pantingly reaches her husband, children, and brother Sam and his wife Olivia.

Tessa: “Hhhh!  I hope I’m not too late!”  She looks up worriedly at Sam.

Sam: “Too late?”  Then he thinks he knows what she means. “Oh!  No.  They haven’t given out the flower show prizes yet.  We were just waiting for you before we go in and sit down.”

Tessa: “We can’t go in there.”  Tessa shakes her head somberly.

Olivia: “We can’t?”  Olivia asks quizzically, not understanding her sister-in-law Tessa’s alarm.  “But we want to see if my peony wins a prize.”  Olivia winces.

Tessa: “Hhhh!  Someone came to the house, for Sam, the Venturas called me.”

Sam: “What?  Who?  Is it the Mill?”  Sam looks quickly around the fair booths to see if he can spot his brothers.  But they are nowhere to be seen.

Tessa: “No!  They said that a man named Quimby came to your home in a suit and tie and insisted on seeing you.  I think they sent him on a wild goose chase to the mill.  But he’ll surely realize that its closed for the Festival and then come here looking for you.”  Tessa states logically.

Olivia and Roger eye Sam with some concern, wondering what it can be.  But Sam brushes off their concern—especially for the very pregnant Olivia’s sake.  He doesn’t want to worry her and cause her or the baby any distress.
Sam:  “Now now, it’s probably some lumber buyer with a rush order.  But he is out of luck since we’re closed today.”

Sam laconically smiles and shrugs his shoulders with a studied air of relaxed ease.  He is a poker player from way back.

Tessa: “Sam?  Don’t you want to call the Venturas?  They didn’t feel that they should leave your home with someone strange poking about.”

Sam: “Ah!  Yes.  Mr. Ventura should be here in case his peony wins a prize.  They’ll want a picture of him for the newspaper.”  Sam states jovially while giving his sister Tessa a pointed look—as if to convey to is sister not to press the point.

Olivia: “If he wins?”  Olivia teases.

Roger: “Sam, I’ll drive back to the bank and call the Venturas, asking them to come to the flower show.”

Sam: “Thanks, Roger.”  Sam nods his head in acknowledgement at his brother-in-law Roger.  They exchange a knowing look.

Sam doesn’t know what this man Quimby wants, but Sam’s years as a full time practicing attorney before the war give him an inkling.  But what puzzles Sam is that he can’t figure out what it could be about.   And a chilly breeze catches Sam and he shivers, then looks up at Wakeforest Mountain.  It is his home, his livelihood, his family’s legacy.  Next to Olivia and their coming child, Wakeforest Mountain means everything to Sam.

However, Mr. Quimby will soon present himself to Sam Wakeforest with tidings that will not be good for the Wakeforest Family—nor for their legacy on Wakeforest Mountain.

To be continued with Chapter 37

 

References for Ch. 36  by Gratiana Lovelace, May 16, 2016 (Post #912)

 

1)  The “Love in the Great Pine Woods” story cover is a composite of two images manipped by Grati:
a) the Richard Armitage portrait is from the 2011 Project Magazine photo shoot and article interview, that was found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/ProjectMagJuly2011/album/slides/ProjectMag-05.html;
b) the snowy Pine forest vertical image was found on Pinterest at https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/62/fa/ff/62faff1253d55f571eb3659cc7661e73.jpg

2) Olivia Delaney Wakeforest in scoop necked dress image is Emily  Deschanel at the 2012 People’s Choice Awards found at http://www.bragmybag.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/emily-deschanel-wearing-HM-outfit-1.png

3) Roger Delaney smiling image is of Kevin Spacey found at http://www.everythingspacey.com/images/pose-kevin-spacey.jpg

4) Sam  Wakeforest image is Richard Armitage in 2011 Project Magazine-BlkJkt664917000Oct0111RARU-pix-sized-brt

5) Tessa Wakeforest Shoop Delaney image is of Marcia Gay Harden found at https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcia_Gay_Harden

  

Previous  Blog Ch. 35 Story link with embedded illustrations:

https://gratianads90.wordpress.com/2016/05/09/love-in-the-great-pine-woods-ch-35-pg-13-h-d-hidden-lake-may-09-2016-by-gratiana-lovelace-post-908

 

 

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