Linda's aunt Marion been married to Dusty (Austin Boynton "surname") for 23 years by the time this tale takes place, their two children married and on their own, a successful seed business in their pockets. They were by no means wealthy, but well off in pretty much every way you can imagine.
Marion was the Kate
Hepburn type; a woman who did as she pleased, traveling to Egypt alone
for instance, touring Luxor as a single woman in the late 40s because
she had the time and money and the desire...so she went, and men be
In this particular instance she had taken a week of
vacation to stay with an old friend in central California, one of the
many "San" towns steeped in agriculture and earthquakes. It was a women
she'd gone to college with, and one with whom she'd shared many a
As it happened, the woman had a church function to
attend, some group she participated in on a rare occassion was holding a
charitable event that required volunteers and as she'd had it on her
calendar for months, she was obliged to take part.
thought it would be fun to pitch in, and so the two pals worked the
outdoor fair all afternoon, meeting the entire crew of church ladies in
Once the day was spent and the booths packed away
for the following year, Marion's friend invited two of her own to join
them for a dinner at a local steakhouse. The foursome were of the same
age and similar locale, coincidental backgrounds and almost perfectly
matched taste in clothes, foods and gossip. Eventually, as all single gendered conversations usually do, the stories became more about the opposite
sex and the ladies likes, dislikes and current situations.
was then that one of the women began to gush about having struck a
relationship that was leading to marriage, her engagement ring resplendent, her face glowing nearly as radiantly as the diamond her
mate to be had slipped on her finger only a few weeks before. The date
wasn't yet etched in stone as the man was in the final stages of a
divorce, but the moment those last few pieces of paperwork were out of
the way, out would come the white dress and the polka would be danced by
Marion wasn't too comfortable discussing the woman's
having an affair with a married man no matter how close to divorce he
was, her moral compass just didn't point in that direction. In fact
she'd likely be a little miffed that I'd chosen Hepburn to exemplify her
spirit given Kate's sticking her middle finger in the face of her
lover's wife every chance she had over the course of decades of she and
Spencer's tryst. Marion wasn't a fan of arrogance, she preferred being
strong subtly, without making others pay for her insurrections.
as to the dinner companion, it would be rude to bow out and so she sat
back and tried to keep her reactions to herself as the others pried and
cajoled for every bit of information they could squeeze from the bride
in waiting, about the man that had captured her heart.
was Dusty as it turned out, a seed company owner who traveled the
western states and even overseas selling hybridized seed to agricultural
companies large and small. He was a good man, a kind man and if not for
the raving lunatic wife he'd had to endure for 23 years, the woman who
had robbed him blind and forced him into starting his life over without
the financial benefit of his own labors, he'd have been a rich man as
To go into detail would only make the story longer, so I'll cut to the obvious chase.
a whim Marion had thought to visit an old college buddy, six hundred
miles or so from her own home, and as it turned out the friend had
obligations. Rather than spending the day alone, shopping perhaps or
touring the local area, she decided to go along and assist; and then
accepted an invitation to supp with two people she'd never met. Against
her better judgement she sat through a gleeful conversation about
another's adultery and as it turned out, the adultery in question struck
all too close to home.
It was her husband that had bought this
woman an engagement ring, her husband who had made it clear that he
thought their marriage had been strained by his always needing to travel
and Marion's becoming more a loner than a wistful gazer, never one to
watch the clock in anticipation of her true love's arrival, but instead,
busy with her own interests. But he'd never mentioned divorce.
never needed to either. He was served with papers within a week, and
never spent another night in their home. (And, as an aside, she nailed
his financial ass to the wall, not that it mattered to her. She figured
if he could take from her what she truly loved, she could only do
justice by returning the favor.)
What were the odds I wonder; can
mathematics even deal with an equation of that magnitude, or is this
what the words providence, fate or even God are made of.