I spent last weekend in San Francisco, visiting my eldest son and his wife in their new home. Well, it's new to them. It was actually built in 1906 - right after the big earthquake. They purchased the home right around Christmas of last year. Stay with me here...
|Max and Sophie enjoyed the view from the front porch, but were dismayed when they found out that they would have to spend the weekend sitting on the floor.|
Both my son and his wife are hard working computer-y types and are able to afford to live in a nice neighborhood in an expensive city.
Dr. van der Stevejinck and I loaded up our
great socking Bentley minivan with our two youngest sons (ages 18 and 22) plus air mattresses and bedding for the entire crew. Because my eldest and his wife are new to home ownership, I didn't mind bringing our own sleeping arrangements. My son did mention we should bring chairs. "Chairs?" I said to my husband, "I refuse to haul chairs 800+ miles. Each way."
Had I known that my son and his wife only have TWO pieces of furniture in their house, I would definitely have tossed a couple of camping chairs in.
One of the things that I really love about books like Fate Takes a Hand, is the housekeeping details. Even the most destitute of orphans can manage to have a table and chair or two. Sure the chairs might be wobbly (especially when sat upon by vast RDDs), but they have them.
The Heir's home does share something in common with Lally's - the historical angle - no exterior improvements without the planning commission's go ahead. Lucky for him he already has bathrooms.
|We had to shoot a pack mule.|
Working title: The Doctor and the Hot Flower Girl (Call agent and demand Harlequin stop slapping my novels with bland and taupe-y titles!)
Assets: Built like a brick-house,
|Eulalia, flower shop girl by day, |
Goddess of Spring by night
Set-Up: Simple (and
Conflict: When Eulalia delivers the flowers to Ursula (I'm thinking of an anorexic version of that hard-eyed villainess in the Disney picture...but less smiley and more willing to slap the parlor maids.) a minor row ensues. Fenno visits the shop again and again (he's never said it with flowers before) so that he can observe her artfully arranged...er...arrangements (Too explicit?). Eulalia twits him about what a fractious man he must be to need so many flowers and never guesses that his motives are inclining to wickedness. Peter
Filler: Fenno invites Peter to Holland where Eulalia meets his
Resolution: Home once more. Fenno waits until Dodge takes Trottie off for
Page Count Neither Exceeded or Skimped: The End
|But in blue...|