My Life a Bit South of Normal

My Life a Bit South of Normal

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Catching Up and Moving Along

The Sheriff had his hands full. Since they had brought Buck in, they all had to endure screams of scripture and threats of damnation. The Sheriff  needed to get him into court as soon as possible. Let the Judge deal with this, although the Sheriff knew, it was only a matter of time before Buck would be released.

Also on his plate was the list of people who did not exist. However, he did take solace knowing that they were names, concocted out of thin air.  He left the Sanatorium issues to Solly Smythe in Baldwin county.

So the Sheriff moved onto Tula and her antics. Cordelia's suggestion to 'let her squirm' had great merit. But, he needed to find Tula before she did even more damage. He called Theo to see what activity, if any, had happened with Burdell's account.

Mary Lou had called Sarahill Manor to make sure that Burdell was, in fact, there and doing well. The staffer laughed, "Why not call him yourself? Here is his cell number." Mary Lou thanked her and called Burdell. Sure enough, he answered. Burdell had a southern accent that was fairly unique. No doubt, it was him. He said he was happy with his situation. As to the Sanatorium, all he would say was, "Someone is going to Hell."

Next there was Hugh McKissick, the mystery man. The Sheriff had Mike track down every person and or place they could find relating to him. So far, Mike was getting nowhere. They were not even sure what part McKissick played in the case of the Sanatorium. All the medical and administration personnel had long since vanished. Sheriff Quitman had learned from Sheriff Smythe that they had been operating under aliases any way. That path had come to an end.

But Mike and the Sheriff knew that Hugh McKissick was a real person. Mike had called former landlords, roommates, and any other name he could glean from McKissick's application with the Rental Company. But he got nowhere. Through an extensive Google search, Mike was able to get a picture of Hugh McKissick. Inquiries about him around the town, revealed nothing. It was if McKissick had not set foot anywhere in town, short of the Rental Company. They had an APB issued for him with information about his car.

The Sheriff walked into Mike's office and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "I think we have enough to get a warrant for Tula Wells' arrest. I wanted to find Burdell, or what happened to Burdell, before I moved on Tula." The Sheriff was not about to give Tula a bargaining chip. Mary Lou's confirmation of Burdell's situation this morning had checked that box.

Mike got the paperwork prepared for the arrest warrant for Tula. "You think anything will come from this?"

"What?"

"Arresting Tula?"

"Not sure. But I will say one thing - getting an impartial jury 'round here would be almost impossible for any one representing her."

"Well, whatever the case, this request is going to the Judge today."

At the Rental Company, Tim (from Lavenia's) brought Della another single rose with no note. This was a standard delivery lately - one rose, of a variety of colors, sent by some mystery person. Bunny and Vivian were convinced they were from Sam - Della, not so much.

Terse was scheduled to return that afternoon from his book tour.  There was a chance a movie would be made from his first novel. If that came through, Terse was going to insist he write the screen play himself. Even though he was trying to finish writing his new book, that could be put aside for a screen play.

Most people in town, at least any that mattered, had now met Colleen. The women were taken by her wardrobe and how she wore it. The men found themselves trying not to stare at such a beautiful woman. It had since been learned that Colleen was an investment counselor. She worked from her home, handling her customers and accounts virtually. This only added even more allure to Colleen.

Jeb and Kathleen finally announced their engagement to no one's surprise. A grand wedding was planned for a date several months away. Seems Kathleen's mother had been 'planning' her daughter's wedding long before Jeb proposed. In reality, she had been working on the 'details' for the event ever since Kathleen went to college or earlier.

Having so many years to plan the affair, most of the decisions were made, whether Kathleen and Jeb agreed with her or not. They realized early on, this wasn't their wedding, it was Dixie Quinton's wedding. Kathleen ceded control over the final plans to her mother early on. When Jeb asked if she was sure about that, Kathleen just told him, "Fussing about it will do no good. Honestly, I swear the day Dr. Magill said 'It's a girl', Mama started making plans for my wedding."

Kathleen's mother's given name was 'Izelle Julene Quinton'. However when she was little, her father called he 'Dixie' and the nickname which stuck. She despised the name 'Izelle', and 'Julene' even more, which is what she had initially been called as a baby. The name 'Dixie' was memorable, especially when she started dating. Dixie  had decided  early one that 'Dixie Quinton' sounded even better.

She had set her sights on Harrell Quinton early on. He had movie star looks and a pedigree packed with generations of the right families. Harrell's mother often made mention of a certain signer of the Declaration of Independence. Specific names and the actual relation of this great American were fairly vague. The only issue Dixie had was that Harrell had no middle name. That made no sense to Dixie. How could one ever monogram their shirt cuffs, silver desk set, or even the inside of his Brooks Brothers Tuxedo with only 2 letters?

It was traditional for a gentleman to have his monogram embroidered on the inside lining of his tuxedo. How else could he keep up with his jacket at a large party, later on when all the men had shed their coats? There was always the chance that some other gentleman may have a Brook Brothers' Milano Fit Shawl Collar Tuxedo - although she doubted it. She had made sure the suit was tailor fitted for her husband. As far as she was concerned, Harrell would only have the best.

All her life, Kathleen had humored her mother, letting Dixie flit around making minor decisions that Kathleen saw as, in the big picture, inconsequential.  Before Kathleen's 6th birthday Dixie had selected a sterling flatware pattern for her. She chose all of Kathleen's formal gowns and even 'suggested' escorts for those affairs from the best old Alabama families. Dixie's plan was to introduce Kathleen to the sons of the 'better' families. After all, she had a wedding to produce and a "well pedigreed groom' was an integral part of that plan.

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