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| The Dashwoods in the 1995 movie - mine are a little different! |
The California Dashwoods, my take on a modern Sense and Sensibility, is due out on May 28 -- and I'll be sharing preorder links and cover art as soon as I get them! For now though, since I've finished line edits, I thought this would be a perfect time to share an excerpt!
In this scene, Abby (Mrs. Dashwood) and Elliott (Elinor in the original) are figuring out where they can go once Abby's terrible in-laws through them out of Norland Park:
“Do you remember John?” Abby asked. “Not John John. My cousin John.”
Elliott sucked jam off his finger. “John in California?”
“He lives in a little town called Barton Lake. He has a store there.
It’s where I met your father, actually. He and the Family were there for the
summer, and they wanted an au pair
for John. John John, not cousin John.
I thought, well, I can make more money looking after some spoiled little
snot-nosed rich-kid brat than I can doing chalk drawings on the pavement, and—”
She cut herself off with a laugh. “And the rest is history.”
Elliott saw the moment her expression shifted from gentle grief into
something sharper. He reached out and caught her hand. “Cousin John?” he
prompted.
Abby shook herself. “He emailed me last night. He’s got an apartment
above his store that he’s happy to let us have. And, if we work a few shifts in
the store, he’ll let us have it rent-free. Utilities only. It’s two bedrooms,
so it’s going to be a squeeze, but we’ll find a way to make it work, won’t we?”
Four of them in a two-bedroom apartment sounded like a disaster,
actually. Abby and Marianne, despite being two peas in a pod—or perhaps because
of it—locked horns a lot, and Greta was at the age where she needed her own
space to storm off to. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a hell of a lot better than
the prospect of living in the car. And it was a starting point, right? A roof
over their heads while they figured out their next move.
“What’s the catch?” Elliott asked.
Abby smiled at him and squeezed his hand. “There’s no catch, baby.
This is what families do.” She raised
her eyebrows. “Well, families that aren’t the Dashwoods.”
Elliott quirked his mouth in a wry smile.
That was certainly true. The Dashwood Family was less like a family
and more like a corporation. He wondered what Alexander Dashwood, flying his
kites and dreaming his dreams, would have thought about the true legacy he’d
left. A legacy of lawyers at every family gathering, of board meetings instead
of birthdays, and of looping signatures on contracts instead of Christmas
cards. A legacy of scheming sycophants who relied on the family trust for income
and spent their lives cozying
up to the trustees—Cynthia and Great Uncle Montgomery among them—to keep the
money coming.
The Dashwoods really were so awful that it was as easy to reject
them on an emotional level as it was to be rejected by them. Practically though . . .
Well, enough money to get the girls through school and college would be nice.
Elliott just needed to convince John to make that happen somehow. John was
under no legal obligation—the Family lawyers had made sure that Abby and her
children were in line for absolutely nothing—but John wasn’t as bad as the rest
of them. John was their brother. Except there was also no guarantee that John
would have any influence with the rest of the Family.
Elliott thought of the space above the fireplace where the Naked
Blue Lady had hung.
“California might be nice,” he said at last, when what he really
meant was that California might be necessary.
Abby smiled and squeezed his hand again.
2 comments:
Can't wait, it sounds terrific!
Thank you! I hope you enjoy it!
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