The wind blew blissfully on the surface on Lady Lu's Pond making ripples and waves crash onto the white sand shore in front of The Williams' glissening egg shell color Victorian inspired mansion. The elegant piece of architecture was a dazzling beauty compared to the various houses; tall crystal windows imported from Italy, mahongy covered each inch of floor, high ceilings adorned with intricate paintings and hand carvings, everything was expensive and presented plenty of splendor.
The family which inhabited the well adorned premises, too showed their own unique, expensive splendor the rich usually inherit through the constant trickling of wealth passed down from generation to generation. Is it a good splendor? Some say their house and riches show more mannerism than the very souls that laugh and run through those velvety halls, others perfer to stick around and witness the mayhem themselves, hoping to rub elbows with Mr. Williams. It's all to say, this family's constant struggle is not financially like every American household, but socially, like the aslyum of the innerwardly oppressed.
Abby Williams sat on the window sill on the top floor glaring into the distance as Mr and Mrs. Williams' red 1955 Ford Thunderbird Converitble sped down the dirt road towards the house, the dust rising in anticipation with every heart beat. Abby wasn't expecting them until morning yet all the black house maids kept regarding, "I knew Mista and the misses will be comin' child."
Flinging open the window, she called out to the gardener, "Mr. Johnson!"
"Yes, Ms. Abby?" he hestitated to stand.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Johnson, but can you do me a favor?"
Mr. Johnson seemed a little agitated, ever since her birth Abby's used him for multiple excuses, he contimplated the fact for a long while.
Abby became frustrated, "Mr. Johnson!" her tone grew serious.
He sighed, "Of course, Ms. Abby...what can I do?"
"Distract mamma and pop for a moment...maybe for 10 minutes?"
The old gardener shook his head," Is that all, Ms. Abby?"
"Yes, that'll be all, Thank ya, Mr. Johnson!"
Once again, Abby Williams succeeded the poor old gardener.
She shut the windows quickly glancing at the car and then glaring at the bed sheets and knitting needle.
It was a blood bath on the silken white sheets, her decision was made first thing that morning and now that decision-mistake-was in the shoe box under the bed.
"I'm gonna have to bury that..."
Abby jumped on her delicate toes still aching from the decision but satisfied that she won't have to bother with her girlish figure. She ran to the bed pulling away the red sheets and calling for her maid, Jo.
Jo looked at her with disbelief, "What in the entire world have you gotten yourself into, Ms. Abby? Do you really think you fixed the problem?"
"Of course I did, none of ya'll would have done your stupid voodoo crap to get it out so I had to take matters into my own hands."
Jo looked Abby in the eyes, "Girl, you are lucky your momma and papa never knew a life was growin' inside you-"
Abby threw the sheets at Jo, "Please, just clean 'em or burn them, I don't care we can always order more from France."
"You selfish little girl-"
"Excuse me?"
The maid cast her eyes down and shook her head, "Nothing Ms. Abby."
