DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS ....BUT I HAVE A VISION OF THEM THAT LINGERS AS MY OWN AND REMAINS. WHETHER IT BE A TRUE VISION OR NOT - IT IS MINE.
REVIEWS: THANK YOU! FINALLY A CRITISM! AND NOT AN UNWARRANTED ONE. EVERYONE NEEDS TOUGH LOVE..SO THANK YOU (SJ). USE FEWER LYRICS DIMITRI'S DECIPLE SAYS- A REAL WRITER WOULD. MAYBE..BUT IF YOU'RE JUST WAITING FOR ME TO BEAR MY SOUL? FORGET IT! BESIDES I HAVE STRONG FEELINGS WHEN IT COMES TO MUSIC. I THINK MANY OF US DO. IN FACT SOMEONE I "KNOW" WELL ONCE SAID "I think music is much more politically vital these days than film. There are exceptions, of course." giggle...
CHAPTER NOTE: Expect a few chapters this week. Because there just hasn't been enough fan fiction happening around here lately and I'm desperate. Even if I have to write it myself. The cool thing about writing this story though is I can say in all honestly I never know what is going to happen either. I don't head into these chapters with a plan at all...because things can't always so according to plan anyway! Sometimes what happens surprises even me. I just start the first paragraph and then the rest...hffff (insert indescribable Dimitri shrug). Sometimes I even disagree with certain actions taken but honestly what say do I have in the matter. Inspiration? I only really have one...
EMAIL; jeanl2@sympatico.ca
"Grace Kelly. You know it's funny, you know that's the sort of woman I thought I'd end up with. You know someone with that kind of grace. When we hit it off it surprised me- I thought my dream girl would be blond, I thought she'd be coy..."
FROM THE FILM "GRACE OF MY HEART"
PARALEIPSIS
Grace broke apart the connection with August and taking his hand lead him over to a plastic chair. Rick took a moment to compose what he would say. He was at a loss for words. What do you say to a peer someone of your age group who just openly admitted to ambiguous associations with your step-daughter. Was there a book on that subject? Toasts for every occasion right..but what about this one. Rick had always been slightly uncomfortable with him from the first even in those tentative encounters back when. He was too smooth, too controlled , too charismatic. Even in his speech at the cast party that night he had known just what to say. There was something disturbing about that. It didn't add up that a real person could be that way. Was this man genuine or struggling to hide something, someone. Rick raising his eyes found them meeting blue ones. Decided, defiant blue ones. Challenging that an opposition could be made. Rick looked aside and down, and found himself seeing their hands. Grace's slim hand in his. Tight. It was "him" because Rick had not yet found the right classification. Mr.Dimitri seemed highly inappropriate but August just didn't roll of the tip of the tongue. The hands at least classed one thing and neatly arranged one piece in place. But the enigmatic puzzle was not yet solved. The cat must have hidden or eaten a piece because no resolution seemed forthcoming and possibly the needed element would never be found. Mr.Dimitri was to Rick an antipode and it was questionable they would ever see eye to eye. Rick wondered what he would do if he were in this man's position. If he were made to wear his shoes. They must be hard and cause blisters, callous'. It would be ineveitable. Suddenly Rick felt pity for him.
"Grace- Did you call umm-"
Grace acknowledged Rick's voice but looked to meet August's eyes.
"No she didn't", Dimitri said looking aside to Grace. "It was Judy."
Rick [incredulous] , "Judy."
Grace, "Judy."
Dimitri lowered his voice , "She called me at home and told me what happened. She thought Grace would need somebody here. I happen to agree."
Rick with a measured pace leapt in, "Look Grace, I can't deal with this now. I'm not even sure it's my place. [ Looking to Dimitri ] But I don't think you should be here when Lily is released. The doctor was running some tests but she should be released anytime and- What are we going to do about this? I mean it can't continue-"
Dimitri sighed. Placing his fingers together. Here is the church, here is the steeple,open the doors and see all the people...
"I understand that she's not your student anymore but that-"
"Oh yes. That was seen too-"
Did his tone sound too flat. Why did it come out like that? Dimitri questioned himself.
"It doesn't mean it can just happen like this. That you walk in here."
"And what?"
"And whatever it is you think you're doing."
"I'm not trying to hurt anyone here. You think I'm hurting Grace. She's not a child that needs sheltering. I don't think anyone in this room realizes that-".
It was an all encompassing term ; anyone. Why did he say that? Maybe he meant even Grace and maybe she needed to hear that. Stop this his mind told him. This is the way heart-attacks start isn't it. Sharp shooting pain in the head and loss of clear vision. Then oof. But at least I'm in the right place.
"I can't believe you would-"
"What see her. I see her. I question whether any of you really do. You think Grace would be pressured into something she didn't want. You think anybody could make her lay down and give in. Then you don't know Grace."
"Mr.Dimitri", Jessie felt she had to do something.
Dimitri stopped and looked over. Resigned. He got up and without looking back started to walk towards the hall. Grace got up.
"I can't believe you!"
"Grace , where are you going", Rick called after her gently.
"Where do you think."
Outside in the crisp cold August was to be found. He was leaning against the brick wall of the hospital and let out the breath he was holding in. Grace approaced and he ran his hand along the sleeve for her coat. His own trench fluttering open to reveal a suit and tie underneath it all.
"They're right I should go."
"Then I'm coming with you."
He looked at her moment. "Ok"
Judy came hurrying out of the main doors of the hospital. Glass doors with suction making a noise as they closed. The sound a refrigerator makes when it closes. Prohibiting the viewing of the contents of the fridge. Hiding the inside from the outer world. Protecting the fruit in the crisper.
"Grace! Look , I'm sorry I didn't know how serious things were. I just-"
"It's ok. Really. I'm glad mom's ok. I was worried too and it's ok you called August. I'm glad you did. But, I just wish everybody would stop being the way they are. Always feeling everything needed an explanation. Some things defy reason. [ She turned to August ] And I didn't need you to defend me or anything back there-"
"I know that. But it seemed to need somebody to say something , didn't it."
Grace conceded, "I guess."
Judy added, "Personally I found myself at a loss of words a lot when I first met Rick. You know the conversations just seemed to flounder and never really get anywhere. But once you get to know him he's not half bad-"
"Flounder?" , Dimitri's voice smiled.
Judy laughed.
"You know I like you." Dimitri pointed his long slim finger at Judy. "You're very pukka"
"I make you puke a?"
"No pukka. It means genuine. You know pukka sahib. Someone worthy of honour and respect. You seem like that to me. [Dimitri looked to Grace , then with a light cuckle] Ok, so I read the dictionary a lot as a young child."
Dimitri started to make towards the visitor parking. And Grace moved to follow but Judy's voice stopped her momentarily.
"You know I like him."
Grace got in the passenger seat and Dimitri opened the driver door. He waved over the top to the silver vehicle to Judy and called out, "Hey Jude!"
~********************************~
Lily and Grace were in the kitchen. And Lily was preparing supper. A raw skinless chicken breast on the counter, vegetables in bags. Sharp shining knives here and there.
"He won't just vanish like you want him to. I won't let him and I won't let you. This is who I am. You may not be able to accept it , but it's honest and I can't pretend it's not. This is who I am. [slight laugh] You think I don't realize how old he is, how impractible, how wrong it all is. I'm not stupid. I know what people will see, but I've decided. You may never understand -"
"Make me understand , Grace. Just give me a reason to accept this-"
"He's gorgeous. He's smart. The way it feels to be with him..."
"Grace-"
"Don't worry I'll spare you the details of our sex life. But it's a reason too-"
"Oh Grace."
"He completes everything. He makes me feel things I didn't think I ever would. I want to feel them with him. He's my anchor. [a vague gesture with arms] He just -is."
"Look Grace it's not just my objection. There's the legality of the situation. He's still a teacher even if it's not at Upton Sinclair. You said he's at some university now. How do you think they would view this? What about his friends, or yours? I'm just concerned that neither one of you have a grasp of the complete picture. "
Lily reached over to turn on the stove.
"You know I ended that story. The one is was working on last spring."
~******************************~
Grace walked to her locker and started to put her books in when Cynthia approached her. Bake sale posters on the wall, it was that time of year again.
"So I saw you got the lead in Ophelia. Congrats. I mean it seems like it should really be something"
"Yea"
"At least we didn't have to sing for the rehearsals", Cynthia said rolling her eyes.
"Oh. I know. I mean I though last time I would die."
"Me too. When you brought out that pitch pipe last year I was ,like, somewhere between horror and envy. Why didn't I think of that. But then I thought I bet Mr.Dimitri runs up there and steals that pitch pit. Like, throws it away all dramatically and insists you seize the moment.
Grace laughed. "Something he wouldn't be above doing."
"The guy was wacked-" , Cynthia stopped abruptly.
"Yea. He was" , Grace said filling the ackward moment of silence.
"But kinda cool too".
"Yeah."
"So. Mr. Lucas has posted that the schedules can be picked up for rehearsals. And the scripts. It looks neat, and he put a neat contemporary twist on the whole thing. Ophelia's speech at the end of the play-"
"I know."
"Well".
~**************************************~
"Are you listening at all?" , Grace lamented.
"Do you remember when I started to tell you about the three sisters in Greek tragedy. I don't think I ever did get to tell you. The three mythological graces were nature goddesses. Aglaia was brilliance. Thalia was flowering. And the last Europhrosyme, meant joy."
"August!"
"Okay. I'm listening. What did she say?". He leaned back on the couch and brought his feet up to his chest. Almost a fetal position. Causing Grace to stop and lose her train of thought..
"What are you doing?"
Dimitri smiled looking up his hair askew, "Callisthenics. Exercises that promote strengh--and grace."
~~Amazing Grace
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace that fear relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils, and snares
I have already come
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home .."
REVIEWS: THANK YOU! FINALLY A CRITISM! AND NOT AN UNWARRANTED ONE. EVERYONE NEEDS TOUGH LOVE..SO THANK YOU (SJ). USE FEWER LYRICS DIMITRI'S DECIPLE SAYS- A REAL WRITER WOULD. MAYBE..BUT IF YOU'RE JUST WAITING FOR ME TO BEAR MY SOUL? FORGET IT! BESIDES I HAVE STRONG FEELINGS WHEN IT COMES TO MUSIC. I THINK MANY OF US DO. IN FACT SOMEONE I "KNOW" WELL ONCE SAID "I think music is much more politically vital these days than film. There are exceptions, of course." giggle...
CHAPTER NOTE: Expect a few chapters this week. Because there just hasn't been enough fan fiction happening around here lately and I'm desperate. Even if I have to write it myself. The cool thing about writing this story though is I can say in all honestly I never know what is going to happen either. I don't head into these chapters with a plan at all...because things can't always so according to plan anyway! Sometimes what happens surprises even me. I just start the first paragraph and then the rest...hffff (insert indescribable Dimitri shrug). Sometimes I even disagree with certain actions taken but honestly what say do I have in the matter. Inspiration? I only really have one...
EMAIL; jeanl2@sympatico.ca
"Grace Kelly. You know it's funny, you know that's the sort of woman I thought I'd end up with. You know someone with that kind of grace. When we hit it off it surprised me- I thought my dream girl would be blond, I thought she'd be coy..."
FROM THE FILM "GRACE OF MY HEART"
PARALEIPSIS
Grace broke apart the connection with August and taking his hand lead him over to a plastic chair. Rick took a moment to compose what he would say. He was at a loss for words. What do you say to a peer someone of your age group who just openly admitted to ambiguous associations with your step-daughter. Was there a book on that subject? Toasts for every occasion right..but what about this one. Rick had always been slightly uncomfortable with him from the first even in those tentative encounters back when. He was too smooth, too controlled , too charismatic. Even in his speech at the cast party that night he had known just what to say. There was something disturbing about that. It didn't add up that a real person could be that way. Was this man genuine or struggling to hide something, someone. Rick raising his eyes found them meeting blue ones. Decided, defiant blue ones. Challenging that an opposition could be made. Rick looked aside and down, and found himself seeing their hands. Grace's slim hand in his. Tight. It was "him" because Rick had not yet found the right classification. Mr.Dimitri seemed highly inappropriate but August just didn't roll of the tip of the tongue. The hands at least classed one thing and neatly arranged one piece in place. But the enigmatic puzzle was not yet solved. The cat must have hidden or eaten a piece because no resolution seemed forthcoming and possibly the needed element would never be found. Mr.Dimitri was to Rick an antipode and it was questionable they would ever see eye to eye. Rick wondered what he would do if he were in this man's position. If he were made to wear his shoes. They must be hard and cause blisters, callous'. It would be ineveitable. Suddenly Rick felt pity for him.
"Grace- Did you call umm-"
Grace acknowledged Rick's voice but looked to meet August's eyes.
"No she didn't", Dimitri said looking aside to Grace. "It was Judy."
Rick [incredulous] , "Judy."
Grace, "Judy."
Dimitri lowered his voice , "She called me at home and told me what happened. She thought Grace would need somebody here. I happen to agree."
Rick with a measured pace leapt in, "Look Grace, I can't deal with this now. I'm not even sure it's my place. [ Looking to Dimitri ] But I don't think you should be here when Lily is released. The doctor was running some tests but she should be released anytime and- What are we going to do about this? I mean it can't continue-"
Dimitri sighed. Placing his fingers together. Here is the church, here is the steeple,open the doors and see all the people...
"I understand that she's not your student anymore but that-"
"Oh yes. That was seen too-"
Did his tone sound too flat. Why did it come out like that? Dimitri questioned himself.
"It doesn't mean it can just happen like this. That you walk in here."
"And what?"
"And whatever it is you think you're doing."
"I'm not trying to hurt anyone here. You think I'm hurting Grace. She's not a child that needs sheltering. I don't think anyone in this room realizes that-".
It was an all encompassing term ; anyone. Why did he say that? Maybe he meant even Grace and maybe she needed to hear that. Stop this his mind told him. This is the way heart-attacks start isn't it. Sharp shooting pain in the head and loss of clear vision. Then oof. But at least I'm in the right place.
"I can't believe you would-"
"What see her. I see her. I question whether any of you really do. You think Grace would be pressured into something she didn't want. You think anybody could make her lay down and give in. Then you don't know Grace."
"Mr.Dimitri", Jessie felt she had to do something.
Dimitri stopped and looked over. Resigned. He got up and without looking back started to walk towards the hall. Grace got up.
"I can't believe you!"
"Grace , where are you going", Rick called after her gently.
"Where do you think."
Outside in the crisp cold August was to be found. He was leaning against the brick wall of the hospital and let out the breath he was holding in. Grace approaced and he ran his hand along the sleeve for her coat. His own trench fluttering open to reveal a suit and tie underneath it all.
"They're right I should go."
"Then I'm coming with you."
He looked at her moment. "Ok"
Judy came hurrying out of the main doors of the hospital. Glass doors with suction making a noise as they closed. The sound a refrigerator makes when it closes. Prohibiting the viewing of the contents of the fridge. Hiding the inside from the outer world. Protecting the fruit in the crisper.
"Grace! Look , I'm sorry I didn't know how serious things were. I just-"
"It's ok. Really. I'm glad mom's ok. I was worried too and it's ok you called August. I'm glad you did. But, I just wish everybody would stop being the way they are. Always feeling everything needed an explanation. Some things defy reason. [ She turned to August ] And I didn't need you to defend me or anything back there-"
"I know that. But it seemed to need somebody to say something , didn't it."
Grace conceded, "I guess."
Judy added, "Personally I found myself at a loss of words a lot when I first met Rick. You know the conversations just seemed to flounder and never really get anywhere. But once you get to know him he's not half bad-"
"Flounder?" , Dimitri's voice smiled.
Judy laughed.
"You know I like you." Dimitri pointed his long slim finger at Judy. "You're very pukka"
"I make you puke a?"
"No pukka. It means genuine. You know pukka sahib. Someone worthy of honour and respect. You seem like that to me. [Dimitri looked to Grace , then with a light cuckle] Ok, so I read the dictionary a lot as a young child."
Dimitri started to make towards the visitor parking. And Grace moved to follow but Judy's voice stopped her momentarily.
"You know I like him."
Grace got in the passenger seat and Dimitri opened the driver door. He waved over the top to the silver vehicle to Judy and called out, "Hey Jude!"
~********************************~
Lily and Grace were in the kitchen. And Lily was preparing supper. A raw skinless chicken breast on the counter, vegetables in bags. Sharp shining knives here and there.
"He won't just vanish like you want him to. I won't let him and I won't let you. This is who I am. You may not be able to accept it , but it's honest and I can't pretend it's not. This is who I am. [slight laugh] You think I don't realize how old he is, how impractible, how wrong it all is. I'm not stupid. I know what people will see, but I've decided. You may never understand -"
"Make me understand , Grace. Just give me a reason to accept this-"
"He's gorgeous. He's smart. The way it feels to be with him..."
"Grace-"
"Don't worry I'll spare you the details of our sex life. But it's a reason too-"
"Oh Grace."
"He completes everything. He makes me feel things I didn't think I ever would. I want to feel them with him. He's my anchor. [a vague gesture with arms] He just -is."
"Look Grace it's not just my objection. There's the legality of the situation. He's still a teacher even if it's not at Upton Sinclair. You said he's at some university now. How do you think they would view this? What about his friends, or yours? I'm just concerned that neither one of you have a grasp of the complete picture. "
Lily reached over to turn on the stove.
"You know I ended that story. The one is was working on last spring."
~******************************~
Grace walked to her locker and started to put her books in when Cynthia approached her. Bake sale posters on the wall, it was that time of year again.
"So I saw you got the lead in Ophelia. Congrats. I mean it seems like it should really be something"
"Yea"
"At least we didn't have to sing for the rehearsals", Cynthia said rolling her eyes.
"Oh. I know. I mean I though last time I would die."
"Me too. When you brought out that pitch pipe last year I was ,like, somewhere between horror and envy. Why didn't I think of that. But then I thought I bet Mr.Dimitri runs up there and steals that pitch pit. Like, throws it away all dramatically and insists you seize the moment.
Grace laughed. "Something he wouldn't be above doing."
"The guy was wacked-" , Cynthia stopped abruptly.
"Yea. He was" , Grace said filling the ackward moment of silence.
"But kinda cool too".
"Yeah."
"So. Mr. Lucas has posted that the schedules can be picked up for rehearsals. And the scripts. It looks neat, and he put a neat contemporary twist on the whole thing. Ophelia's speech at the end of the play-"
"I know."
"Well".
~**************************************~
"Are you listening at all?" , Grace lamented.
"Do you remember when I started to tell you about the three sisters in Greek tragedy. I don't think I ever did get to tell you. The three mythological graces were nature goddesses. Aglaia was brilliance. Thalia was flowering. And the last Europhrosyme, meant joy."
"August!"
"Okay. I'm listening. What did she say?". He leaned back on the couch and brought his feet up to his chest. Almost a fetal position. Causing Grace to stop and lose her train of thought..
"What are you doing?"
Dimitri smiled looking up his hair askew, "Callisthenics. Exercises that promote strengh--and grace."
~~Amazing Grace
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace that fear relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils, and snares
I have already come
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home .."