As Jarvis and I went down to dinner, I wondered if Neville was at all mad at me for leaving Chauncey with him the entire day. I knew if he had a migraine because of the baby, he would be mad, and I was screwed. Me having hopes Neville would be angry with me, went into the room, and found young Chauncey sleeping in his arms. I staggered over, not believing what I saw, crouched down and stared at the little boy in his bliss.
"He's sleeping!?!?!?" I questioned.
"Yes, he is quite the sleeper actually. Half an hour after you left, he was asleep in my arms. I put him in for a nap, fed him some formula, and now he is sleeping once more."
I felt as though Neville should be canonized as a saint for his God like deed. How sweet that man was to me, taking Chauncey hassle free. I felt so good, until I was asked a favor.
"Heeeeeeeeyyyyy Lydia, haven't seen you in a while, How about lettin' me hold the son that should be mine."
Neville gaurded Chauncey and gave him the nastiest look. As soon as I heard that voice, I knew it was Slim Bankshot. So much can be said about him. I like to sum him up in four words, Son of a Bitch. Well………… at least that what he is now. To tell the truth, he's my ex boyfriend. I don't know what I ever saw in him, he was just soooo….. sexy…… I meet him while lost in a huge city looking for my parents new house. I stupidly thought a speakeasy would have some fine gentlemen who could help me. The men got me drunk and tried to take "advantage" of me, until a young brunette man in his pinstripe pants with brown button vest came gracefully to my rescue. He then persuaded the men to go off and find some actual hor to have fun with. Slim was so sweet, he stayed with me that whole time I was in the bathroom vomiting. He even used the money he won in the pool matches that night to fix me up and send me on my way. I thought I never see him again, until I went with my father to a social event two weeks later. Who did I see in the distance shooting stick? The man who saved me that one night before. He was so interesting, and the best damn pool player in the world. H was so skilled at that table, like he had the powers of a pool God. After his many victories, and a few drinks, we began to talk. We must have talked for hours that night. He was so sweet, innocent, kinda sleazy, but I found that incredibly hot, and before I knew, I was telling my father that we were going to his apartment on the far side of town. I didn't come back till the next morning. What exactly happened up there, well, lets say I didn't keep my vow of virginity until marriage like good girls do. Slim and I were the hot couple for about a year, when disaster stroke. He lost all his money in a gamble of horse races, and was forced onto the streets. I was living with him at the time. When I found out, I couldn't even classify how stupid he was. We fought a lot and I couldn't take the pressure anymore, so I left him. I saw him again many years later, when Neville and I were about to be evicted from our mansion. Hearing I was in the neighborhood, Slim popped in for a visit. I at first didn't even want to speak with him, until he gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. Apparently, he won a championship pool tournament , which we won a million dollars. He said he would pay off the entire mortgage, only if he was to live here as long as he wanted, rent free. I wanted to refuse, but we needed the money. Now I wish for that magical day he actually leaves us for good.
" I don't trust you any child of mine" I sneered at Slim
" Come on Lydia, I'm not that bad of an influence. What have your kids ever picked up from me?' Slim jeered back.
"How about the time you told the boys that liquor makes milk more enjoyable, and found them drunk an hour later?" Miss Petunia quickly snorted back.
"Nice to know you can keep track of other people's kids problems, and not even know where yours are." Nana smirked to her.
"She's taking a nap you old fart! I'll get her later!"
Now began the annual glaring contest. "Stop right now! No fighting at dinner. New rule established now!" They stopped and just waited for the food to come.
"Do we have any ice?" Mr. Luggs asked, thankfully changing the subject.
"No, I don't think so. I go get some." I hurried off to the freezer. We had a huge freezer, about the size of our bedroom. Big enough for someone to work in there. And that's what I found. I opened the door and a mountaineer man with various fur pelts, as he was preparing them for some rare use.
"Sir Weston, what in hell are you doing!?"
"What does it look like? I'm preparing pelts for some new fur coats I want to make. These will be fine quality indeed ."
"Tell me again why you must work in the freezer?" I asked annoyingly.
"You know I hate the heat. Makes me feel ……..weak. I love the cold." he said proudly.
" So you just stay here until winter?"
"Yup".
He really did love the cold, seeing how he was the only white child down in Alaska. Born and raised there, he became immune to the cold, and learned how to hunt like a professional. He moved down here when he was a young man of eighteen. He befriend Neville at Harvard. During that time in Harvard, Weston rediscovered his love for hunting, by taking expensive trips to foreign lands. He has been to Africa, and brought back the ivory of an elephant and rhino. He has been to Siberia and brought back the pelt of a tiger. He has gone all over, and owns only the rarest furs. His dream is to go to Antarctica, and gain his ultimate trophy of a polar bear. I think he's crazy, but its his life, not mine.
"Can we get some ice and go to dinner? Please!" I had to nag.
"Alright…. Out to the warmth." he said with a disgusted look on his face. We made it out to the dining hall, and all were seated. Just when I though I was going to enjoy a hot meal, another favor was asked.
"Lydia, Vincent is being very stubborn today and won't come down. Would you mind taking a plate of food up to him?" Mr. Luggs, having the nerve to ask.
"No problem." I grinned, trying not to choke.
I grabbed a plate of food and made my way back up to the art studio. I was a bit mad at the fact I had to do this. It wasn't like I hated Vincent Van Gore, it just I felt awkward to be around him. It began when he moved in with us. He invested his money in his art that never became popular, so being Neville's best friend, he moved in. Vincent drew these abstract gothic and ghosts images. They are very interesting, and flourished while he was there. To make him feel welcome, I would sit with him in his art studio, and watch him sculpt and paint. He spoke in his own made up language that I soon began to understand. He was so intriguing, and I felt something toward him that I felt once before. He just seemed so attractive, and it was like I could love him. My feelings grew stronger, when I learned he felt the same way. We knew it couldn't be true, until one day, when Neville was gone , that I went to Vincent's studio in the night. I watched him, and out of no where, began to hug him. I could tell we both felt very promiscuous. Then, all the sudden, he kissed me. I responded back and we began to make out. We held each other in our arms and stumbled all over the place, knocking down canvases and papers. It was so passionate. Then suddenly, we were on the couch. We held our bodies close together, and it felt incredible. I huffed heavily, and told him to stay like this. And we did, for a long time. When the feeling faded, held me closer and harder, more and more, and I felt fantastic. I soaked this feeling, and when it was gone, we were asleep. We woke and promised never to tell anyone. I lost most feeling for him, but seeing him makes my heart jump in regret. .
"Vincent! You here?" I shouted softly. I didn't want to disturb him.
"YIS! I am here!" he pronounced in his French accent. "Ahh, miss Lydia! Is good to see you. I must ask your opinion on this portrait, What you think?"
I saw a ghost bride, like she was killed by her former love, and now roams the earth looking for love again.
"Its beautiful. Just breath taking." I said softly. It was really beautiful. I quickly snapped out of my trance and offered him dinner.
"Thank you my dear. I shall enjoy this meal with your most helping comment." I quickly smirked at him , and hurried along my way.
Finally I was to eat dinner. It wasn't all that special, same as most. Nana and Petunia got into a fight over the butter, which Neville had to get involved. Luggs snuck back to the kitchen for second helpings. Henry and Orville got into a mini food fight, and Sir Weston complained his food was not cold enough . I ate my meal in peace and decided to head to bed when if finished. Neville took the liberty of putting Chauncey to bed. With that, I bid everyone good night. Such a day this has been for me. Three different migraines and several moods of anger and frustration. I quickly changed and wrapped my self in the covers. At last, for the first time all day, I was at peace.