Secrets of the Old Ladies’ Club
By Nan Tubre
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Regina, Donna, Stella, Bethany, and Cicely are lively residents of the exclusive Heritage Memories Retirement Village. They share an enthusiasm for living life to the fullest but their antics soon turn the Village upside down as they live the way they want rather than how they are expected. They each prevail over personal trials and tribulations by traveling, laughing, and leaning on each other. In the process, they form a partnership and business so secret, most of their family members are completely unaware it exists.
Enter Paul Sanders, the mysterious new resident who turns out to be quite a charmer with a history as allusive as it is devastating. His unexpected arrival forces the five best friends along diverse paths filled with deception and betrayal. Their lives are further complicated by the appearance of a woman claiming to be the love child of one of them. The very foundation of The Old Ladies Club is shaken as decades-old secrets emerge, threatening to either reinforceor shattertheir world.
Secrets of the Old Ladies Club shares a poignant story of loyalty, ambition, and passion that explores how far a friendship can be tested before it is destroyed forever.
Nan Tubre
Nan Tubre, now retired from a career in the health field, nurtures her artistic heart and soul by writing, painting, and developing her faith. She makes her home in central Louisiana, where she spoils her grandchildren faithfully and hopes to age gracefully with her husband, dogs, cats, and fish.
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Secrets of the Old Ladies’ Club - Nan Tubre
Copyright © 2013 by Nan Tubre.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Prologue Part I
Prologue Part II
Chapter 1 - Welcome to the Old Ladies Club
Chapter 2 - Cicely
Chapter 3 - Bethany and Stella
Chapter 4 - Surprises
Chapter 5 - Guess Who’s Not Coming To Dinner
Chapter 6 - A Revelation
Chapter 7 - On the Mend
Chapter 8 - Lost and Found
Chapter 9 - Love at Any Age
Chapter 10 - Mind Your Business
Chapter 11 - Risky Business
Chapter 12 - A Son’s Wrath
Chapter 13 - Confessions
Chapter 14 - To Have and To Let Go
Chapter 15 - Consensus
Chapter 16 - Hope
Chapter 17 - Absolution
Chapter 18 - In the Beginning
Chapter 19 - One Year Later
Epilogue
Endnotes
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to every friend I have had or ever will have. I have heard it said that an author should write of what he or she knows. I happen to know about friends. The characters and events within this book are fictitious. However, if you are my friend and you see similarities between this story and your life, you have my permission to think of yourself as my inspiration. You probably were! Don’t worry—names and other pertinent information were changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.
You know who you are!
P.S. I love you.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Telling this story has been #1 on my Bucket List for a long time. Now that it is in print, perhaps I can live in peace. On the other hand, I think there is another story rolling around in my head. Before I take that thought any further, I’d like to thank all the important people who helped me give birth to this book. It was a long labor.
My husband Pete, you are the love of my life. I am so glad I have you! I very much appreciate you for tolerating all of my ‘phases’.
My boys, Russell, Michael, and David, I love you fiercely. You make me strong. Because of you, I could not give up on this project.
Now, on to #2 on my Bucket List: does anybody have a piano for sale?
♥
Regina Whitmore: Before you can be the person God meant you to be, you have to learn to forgive yourself.
Donna Thompson: What ‘golden years’? As far as I’m concerned, they are all golden years!
Stella Morgenstern-Taub: Growing old is nice but it doesn’t hurt to be a little immature now and then.
Bethany Bertrand: Our bodies may grow old but our souls don’t. They just grow.
Cicely Johnson: You can’t accomplish anything if you give up.
♥
When you get to be our age, don’t be shocked that deep down inside you still feel the exact same way you did when
you were young.
PROLOGUE
Part I
I t is impossible to see the sun actually set from a certain little sidewalk café in Paris. Regardless, five dear friends sharing two bistro tables close to the street were able to enjoy the luscious streaks of plum, pink and gold splashing across the sky. A French sunset was like no other in the world to these women. They loved it. They inhaled it and were mesmerized by it. They planned regular trips abroad to enjoy the magic spell it cast on them. The lovely wine accompaniment didn’t hurt either. The combination was pleasurable and necessary for these women who have history together. Over the years, their lives intermingled in many ways, thereby generating envy among those outside their circle. They have witnessed the good and bad times of each other’s lives. They actively participated in decisions, drastic and otherwise, that affected the bond they shared. They were loyal, dedicated, and honest with each other. Well, for the most part anyway.
Just as the sunset ushered in the night sky, the city’s lights began to come alive and wrap around Paris like a luxurious mink stole. It was a beautiful night with warm, thick air dripping with the tantalizing aromas of chocolate, baked bread, and darkly roasted coffee. A wafting breeze whispered secrets of the sensuous scent of some delectable French perfume, entertaining those in its path with romantic notions.
"Bonne anniversaries’, happy sixtieth birthday, Cicely Johnson! May you continue to live long and love often. Regina Whitmore raised her champagne glass with a toast to the woman sitting to her right.
You’ve been a good and true friend. You are our Sister and now that you have come of age, we welcome you to The Old Ladies’ Club!"
Here, here!
a chorus of jovial feminine voices followed as crystal glasses clinked together in celebration of the moment.
Come on! You mean I am officially in the Club now? Ha! Thank you, ladies. That’s the very reason I’m still hanging around with you girls,
Cicely laughed, her delicious brown eyes watered and her smile was wide and bright. She loved this moment. What could be better, except of course, if her beloved husband was still alive? At this table in Paris, France no less, sat her most precious friends and she knew her proverbial cup was full. Next to her family, the women toasting her were more important than she thought anyone ever could be. Together, they had accomplished a great deal more than what society expected of ladies of their age. The individual efforts and talents each person brought to the group enabled them to be financially secure, as well as rich with emotional support, friendship and love. Life without them was unthinkable. Cicely looked around the table and considered each woman. Regina Whitmore; a Viet Nam war widow, mother of two, one surviving. Estelle Morgenstern-Taub, whom they call Stella, widowed once, divorced twice. Bethany Bertrand; now seventy-two, the oldest of the group, a widow with one son. Finally, Donna Thompson; divorced, mother of two, one surviving daughter.
The year was 2002. The Old Ladies’ Club had traveled to France in the wake of 9/11, the most disastrous terrorist attack on U.S. soil. The whole world was in turmoil it seemed, and the American people were stressed practically to the breaking point. The Club gave serious consideration as to whether or not they should go abroad, but the consensus was to cast aside all warnings about Americans traveling and just go. Although security was beefed up more than they had ever witnessed, the trip overseas went as smoothly as it did every time they traveled together. There was an impression in some circles that many foreign populations were not very fond of America and her people, and that harsh American politics overshadowed all the good the United States stood for. The tight knit group, celebrating a birthday of one of their own, chose not to acknowledge any prejudice that might come their way. For them, at least, it was a time of celebration. Even so, with complete respectability, these women did honor their country and her service men and women, especially those patriots who have fallen, by attending Mass on this trip at the beautiful, gothic Notre Dame Cathedral. Although each member of the Club dealt with tragedies in her own way, in light of the combination of events in their country and in their lives, every day was a day to celebrate. And so they did.
PART II
The Business
B y the time the business formed in the year 2000, Cicely was nearly 60 years old, Regina was 67, Stella, fighting off 66 years, Donna closing in on 70 years old, and Bethany, a joyful 71 years old. In the months prior to the cross-continental birthday jaunt, Cicely decided she needed a project. It wasn’t normal for her to be idle and it seemed that she had way too much time on her hands. She took a long time to consider what her options were; volunteer at the hospital, join the garden club, or maybe even give art lessons to youth after school. Nope. None of those activities sparked an interest for her. Deep in her heart, she had a passion and it was interior design. However, not just any ordinary interior design. No, Cicely wanted to leave a lasting impression, something she could be proud of, something she could do to help others. An idea began to blossom in her creative mind. Her children were grown now and had their own lives. What was holding her back? Her thoughts wandered to something of which she had longed dreamed. Why not start by remodeling her house? She could completely renovate the upstairs into an apartment and rent it out to someone who might need a helping hand. She already pictured in her mind how the finished project would look and she couldn’t wait to put her plan on paper.
Cicely was a cautious woman, never one to go off half-cocked. It wasn’t that she lacked impulsivity, rather, she was very sensible. Becoming a millionaire overnight will do that to a person. Being thrust into the role of steward for that kind of money invoked a deep sense of responsibility for the young widow. Involuntarily appointed, it was her job, and only hers, to see that the financial future of her family would never be in jeopardy. The idea of creating an income property out of her home would help insure that financial security. If it worked out, and the venture was successful, perhaps another moneymaking project would present itself. Who knew? Maybe she was on to something. Cecily had a firm confidence that her vision could turn into something big.
Once she finished the design, she presented it to her architect son, Alton. He knew their house better than anyone for it was within the walls of this old beauty that inspiration for his future career was acquired and developed. The old family home was a distinguished two-story dwelling with five bedrooms and three bathrooms. It was situated on an acre of land, which was a rather grand size property within the city limits of Ocean View. The house was very large, and it needed to be for the size of family Cicely and Jim Johnson planted there.
The gleam in his mother’s eyes convinced Alton to review the house plan she drew in a lined three-hole spiral notebook. If this idea made her feel so happy, he would certainly give it his best attention. To his surprise, Alton began to see the sensibility of her drawings with every page he turned.
Mom, this is good! Where did you get this idea?
Well, I watch a lot of TV,
Cicely smiled proudly at her son. I don’t know, Alton, I just need a project. I need that project to be one I can share with you kids. I’m going to talk to all of you and make sure that anything I do to the house won’t cause a rift with anyone, after all, it is the home you were all raised in.
Mom, I don’t think any of us would object at all. We are all financially sound. The only one of us who might need your help is Danny. And he’s doing well at St. Catherine’s.
I know he is, honey. But I need to be sure he will still be taken care of after I’m not here anymore.
Cicely stated.
Mama,
Alton’s voice softened, we wouldn’t let Danny do without. We would all take care of him, you know that.
Yes, I do. However, you all have your own lives and it wouldn’t be fair for any of you to have to sacrifice for him. St. Catharine’s is expensive. I think this project would help by making sure Danny will be independently secure for the rest of his life.
Cicely explained. Alton went to work on his mother’s plans and once they were ready, he presented them to her. She was thrilled with the results.
It’s amazing,
she exclaimed. I love this! Now, let’s tell your brothers and sisters.
They were able to schedule a meeting that every family member could match to their schedules. All members of the family whole-heartedly affirmed the concept of turning the upstairs of their old home place into an income property for the sake of their downs-syndrome brother. Cicely had never had a prouder moment for her children. They loved one another, just as she and their father taught them to.
Work started on a hot July day and continued throughout August. Finally, when the job was finished, family and friends gathered for a grand tour and open house. Beyond the front door, an elegant stairway ascended to the second floor, while a door to the right opened to the main floor living quarters. The change was quite remarkable. Not only did the upstairs apartment offer two bedrooms, a bath, and living room, it also housed a kitchen with full sized modern amenities such as a dishwasher, gas range, and refrigerator/freezer. The counter tops in the kitchen and bathroom weren’t granite, as was the latest style trend, but, regardless, they were a highly acceptable, quality solid surface. The bathroom was large, and although the bedrooms weren’t huge, they both had walk-in closets with plenty of storage. The living room was situated in the area where a bay window accented the front façade of the house, and the earth tone paint colors throughout gave the apartment a warm, welcoming atmosphere.
Few changes were required of the downstairs, which was now a ground floor apartment. By converting a formal parlor, the floor plan was redesigned to accommodate two bedrooms and two bathrooms, leaving the kitchen, formal dining room and casual living room without alteration.
The two apartments were allotted a separate lawn and patio situated on either side of the large house. The backyard became the common area. Cicely spent so many hours over the years working in her gardens that she couldn’t conceive tearing it all out. I’ll share,
she told her family. She took great pride in the little pond her husband built for her before he died. Long ago, the two of them planted banana trees and palms to give the space a tropical feel. She usually had her morning coffee on the deck beside this pond, as she fed the koi and goldfish. It was a tranquil place where she felt close to God and to her Jim.
Mother and son received plenty of accolades from family and friends at the open house they hosted. Most impressive,
they were told. Incredible transformation,
everyone agreed. Cicely caught the impressed look in the eyes of her four best friends and it was all too easy to guess what they were thinking. Over the course of the next week, one after the other of her friends approached her. To no one’s surprise, they all had the same idea; buy properties and turn them for a profit. After all,
they told each other, we’ve got the money to do it. We certainly have the time! It’ll be fun!
It was Stella’s idea to call a meeting to discuss the concept. They unanimously agreed their involvement would be strictly a business venture. Friendship didn’t count. Business was business. None of the women were as eager as Cecily had been to convert their homes into rental properties, but all had a fair amount to invest in other properties, some that would, perhaps, need a good deal of renovation. Bethany offered to talk to her son Jack who was an attorney, about the ins and outs of becoming a business. He helped them form the group and the consensus was to call their business The Old Ladies’ Club, in honor of the humorous way they spoke of their collective friendship. They laughed over the chosen business name knowing full well that age didn’t reflect or dictate the strength of a person, her general attitude, or tenderness of heart. These so-called senior citizens were vibrant and felt they were in the prime of their lives. Age meant nothing more than experience, a whole lifetime of experience.
Without the first moment of hesitation, the group was off on an adventure, a profitable one to be sure. At the first business meeting, they developed a plan by drafting a statement mapping out their ideas and what they wanted to accomplish. Donna told the group that she discussed their proposition with her daughter, who was a very successful realtor. Belinda would be quite the asset in finding properties to renovate. She had the inside track, so to speak, and said she was happy to lend a hand. Cicely offered to talk to two of her daughters who were designers and had superb taste and fashion sense. With them on board, designing a space that would be beautiful, as well as efficient, would not be a problem.
Regina quietly listened as Donna and Cicely gladly offered the services of their families. However, she wasn’t about to offer the services of her only remaining child. She wouldn’t have dared to ask Larry Jr. for anything. If the answer would be no, and without a doubt it would be, she couldn’t take the shame of it.
A property was located in a part of Ocean View that was only slightly undesirable. The group met to discuss working in such an area.
We should do it,
Regina told the others. We could make a difference in the neighborhood, don’t you think?
The house turned out to be a sprawling ranch style large enough to convert to a duplex apartment building. Thanks to Cicely’s construction contractor son, work was able to start early and finish quickly. The crew was well paid for their efforts as they completed the details on the house, and it was ready in time for the Thanksgiving holidays. At the next business meeting, the subject of tenants was discussed. Again, Stella was the first to offer an option.
Why don’t we consider tenants who really need an affordable place to live, someone who deserves a break, like a single parent or an older couple?
That’s a wonderful idea!
Bethany added. Lord knows there are a lot of them around. This town has plenty of people who need a break.
We’ve all been so blessed,
Donna said. I say we should share the blessings!
I agree. We ought to make this business all about helping people.
Cicely said
Let’s do it anonymously,
Regina hesitantly suggested. If we give and take credit for giving, would we be accomplishing our goal? Shouldn’t we make it a point to bless others with a helping hand and do it without being hailed for it?
Barely a moment later, the suggestion was overwhelmingly adopted. The Old Ladies’ Club was now, exclusively, a business designed to help people. If profit came their way the ladies would gladly accept it, but profit wasn’t their main goal. With the sale of their first property, they were able to buy two more. Early on, they decided not to seek mortgage loans or remodeling expenditure loans, instead doing everything outright with their own personal money. By the third and fourth renovations, their investments were recouped and the company had its own bank account. The business expanded rapidly. Bethany’s son, Jack, accepted the position as their business attorney and gave them legal establishment, changing from OLC to OLC, INC., LLC. They were incorporated. Anonymously.
I
WELCOME TO
THE OLD LADIES CLUB
E very person in the room watched as Regina entered on the arm of her son, Dr. Lawrence Whitmore, Jr. It wasn’t her beauty that attracted their attention, although she was very lovely in a regal sort of way. She was wore a powder blue dress with matching jacket and navy blue pumps. Her short white hair was perfectly styled and she walked slowly with her head held high. In her left hand was a box of chocolates, assorted varieties. Her son was a handsome middle-aged man, very similar in appearance to herself, and he guided her gently by her right elbow through the room. His commanding presence had a way of mesmerizing