for as long as she could remember. But that was about to end. In that moment, Annabella had decided that she had all she could take of Warrenton. Once the lawsuit was settled, she was leaving. She did not know where she was going, but she was sure that she was leaving the sweet, southern town she loved. She did not want to leave her home, her family, but she could not stand to be near Warrenton another minute. What she was even more sure of was that he was going nowhere. He planned to live out his days as a perpetual bachelor, sucking his parents’ estate dry and using up women and discarding them like facial tissue. Annabella was tired of his disgusting ways and she was not going to put up with it another minute. Since Warrenton refused to grow up, she was going to have to get as far away from him as possible. She often reflected on her school days in Mother England and she was sure that, like Princess Kate, she could find her prince in such an enchanted place. She was certain it was not too late for her. After all, she was unspoiled. She was positive that some man would find her a great catch. What’s more, all the values that she holds dear would be more than becoming of a princess. Annabella was convinced that the life she coveted was thousands of miles away from the thickening heat and loose morals of southern town turned dreadfully secular. Annabella closed her eyes and imagined herself living a charmed, royal life in England with her dashing groom.
Chapter Seven
Eudora gently touched the dandelions with her left han d as she kneeled down. She then looked up at the sky, shielding her eyes with her right hand. She so enjoyed the summer, unlike her daughter. She was now more than 50% gray and she could care less. She was sure she would never have to be attractive for her husband again and she was fine with it. She had spent most of her adult life being the perfect with to a Methodist minister and for the first time in her life, she was free to be who she was. She was not without her forgetful moments, but she was not nearly as demented as her family believed. She remembered very vividly the day that her husband dropped her off at the posh medical facility. Most people had to wait years, but because her husband was rich and highly revered in the community, they immediately made room for her. It was a bittersweet time for her. In one respect, she was angry with him for basically abandoning her there. But, in another respect, she was relieved. All the years of putting on airs for her husband’s constituents, she was finally free to wear what she wanted, say what she wanted and do what she wanted. She would miss Annabella, but she knew her daughter would be well-taken care of. She trusted Hattie like a second mother to Annabella, so Eudora took the opportunity to live out her twilight years in peace. After the first year, her husband visited less and less. Soon, she realized he would never come back for her. So, she stopped trying to convince everyone that she was well enough to go home. She just retreated to the condition in which they hoped and thought she was. She settled into life in the facility and she was content. She never wanted for a thing. It was the best confinement money could buy. Once a week, she had to report to the on-site psychiatrist. Other than that, she was free to do whatever she wanted. She spent most of her days walking around the grounds. She loved nature and the summer was particularly beautiful. The most amazing colors could be seen from great distances and she never passed up the opportunity to walk the perimeter of the property to take in the full view. Today was an especially pleasant day, although she was unsure why. She just felt in really good spirits and everything seemed to be going her way. She was feeling bright, alert, and energetic. She thought about her family and what it would be like to go home. She knew she was well enough, but she was sure that they didn’t want her there. Once