Friday, May 24, 2013

Karma Runs Over Dogma, Film at 11

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 damned.

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 secret.

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.

Marion 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 the process.

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.

It 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 all.

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.

But 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.

His name 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 well.

To go into detail would only make the story longer, so I'll cut to the obvious chase.

On 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.

He 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.

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