Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Clobbered by Camembert

From Clobbered by Camembert
By Avery Aames



Bonjour. Bernadette Bessette, here, or Grandmère as so many call me.

I am delighted to say that the Winter Faire is going along swimmingly--I love this American phrase; it rolls off my tongue.  The tents are all set. The ice sculptors have their blocks of ice and they have started their competition. The sounds of the children practicing for their chorale is heavenly. And Charlotte and Matthew’s petite tent for The Cheese Shop is almost ready. As I write, they are making it festive with lights and decór. I sneaked a taste of the Zamarano cheese they will serve. Divine.

What is also exciting is how many people have come to Providence to enjoy the event. One woman, in particular. Kaitlyn Clydesdale. She was a good friend of Charlotte’s mother. They were childhood friends. Kaitlyn is, how do you say, bigger than life? She has high aspirations, but I fear she is overextended. She not only wishes to start a new business--a honeybee farm, so I am told--but she offers her time to a great cause. She is one of the Do-Gooders, a volunteer organization that restores historic buildings in the Midwest. Their show of unity is a sight to behold. One of the group’s projects in Providence will be to update Providence Playhouse. Fantastique, non? The theater is in much need of repair. We only recently completed the black box theater. Of course, Prudence Hart, the town sourpuss (as so many call her) is not nearly as thrilled. You see, Kaitlyn offered to spruce up the Providence Historical Museum, and Prudence thought she had been singled out. Ha! One should not always assume.

My worry, however, is that Charlotte believes Kaitlyn can answer questions for her in regard to her parents’ deaths. I imagine Kaitlyn has led her to believe it is so. I do not like delving into one’s past. I worry that Charlotte will learn things that might break her heart.

How can I expect help from Kaitlyn Clydesdale for my own project and deny Kaitlyn’s assistance to my granddaughter? What kind of grandmother would I be?  But I am worried. Wouldn’t you be, as well?





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[From the author, a little BSP, if that's okay]

BTW, I'm thrilled to say that my alter ego, Daryl Wood Gerber (who happens to be the "real" Avery) has been nominated for an Agatha Award, best short story from the anthology: FISH TALES.

"Palace by the Lake."

Click here if you would like to READ THE STORY.


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9 comments:

  1. Not knowing can wear a heart out, which may be worse than a broken heart.

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    1. Liz, yes, you are probably right. The truth will set one free, non? Thank you. You have helped me make an important decision.

      Bernadette

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  2. I wouldn't worry. Perhaps it's time to tell Charlotte more about her mother.

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    1. Dru, I appreciate your candor. I fret so.

      ~Bernadette

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  3. I agree with Dru. If there's a secret, maybe it's time you told Charlotte.

    ~ Krista

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    1. Aha, you all are ganging up on me, are you not? Hmmm. D'accord. I will consider. :)

      Bernadette

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  4. What a dilemma, Charlotte. I know you want what's best for everyone. Good luck with it!

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  5. What a dilemma, Charlotte. I know you want what's best for everyone. Good luck with it!

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  6. Hello, Erika, is it true? Do you have new book out today? I believe it is called A KILLER READ. I wish you much joy with the publication.

    And thank you for your consideration. It is much appreciated.

    ~Bernadette

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