𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 | 𝕟𝕖𝕨𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤

𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

CHAPTER ONE: be my baby
We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go

It was the summer of 1963 and the Jacobs family were making their way up to Pulitzer's resort for a well-deserved rest and unwind after the recent graduation of the eldest twins, Sarah and Davey.

In the front of the 1960 Ford Country Squire sat Mayer Jacobs, an older gentleman with a kind smile and thick brown moustache, who worked as a doctor by day. Beside him, sat his adoring wife, Esther, whose hair was big with blonde curls and skin was smooth with ageing gracefully, singing softly along to 'big girls don't cry' which played at a gentle volume through the aged radio. Behind sat their three children, Lester, their youngest, with brown curls and a mischievous smile, playing with two action figures in his hand and seemingly recreating some western battle with included sound effects - much to the chagrin of his older siblings who were both focussed on their own quiet activities.

To his right, sat Sarah, a fresh-faced brunette with a light dusting of freckles atop her rosy cheeks; drawing a stylised blue dress in a bound sketchbook with a deep concentration, as evident in the crinkle between her brows. To his left sat Davey, a slender boy with striking blue eyes accentuated by this long and elegant features, in his hands sat a battered copy of 'Plight of the Peasant', a book that he had devoured during their drive and was coming to the end of as his younger brother continued to poke his side in boredom.

"Davey, how long are we going to be now?" Les whines in the taller boy's ear, stretching up slightly to reach over where Davey leaned his body against the unwound window.

"Can you see the sign yet?" the older Jacobs asks this without taking his eyes off the page and tries not to jolt as Les leans further over Davey to look out of the window.

"I can!" the younger boy all but squeals, rendering Davey partly deaf as the sign comes into view.

Pulitzer's was a summer resort used by richer folk and retired spenders who sought out a season of games and ballroom dancing complemented by the eclectic scenery and open bar, so far outside the madness of the working week.

The buildings were large red-roofed structures alight with activity and noise, and the people were dressed in white, weather appropriate, designer clothing clutching mimosas as they observed the many different workers and their classes from the sidelines. There were rolling fields of grass, blue skies and the gentle roar of the nearby lake making the entire scene feel fresh. A feeling of moderate calmness washed over Davey as he stepped out of the family wagon tucking the corner of his book page down before leaving it in the back seat beside Les' action figures. His sister, on the other hand, obviously didn't feel the same amount of Zen.

"Oh my God, look at that!" she gripes to their mother, who was still sat in her car seat, the window wound down, gesturing wildly at an excessive pile of shoeboxes that were being carried by one of the staff "Mom, I should've brought the coral shoes, you said I was taking too much"

"Well sweetheart, you brought ten pairs" Esther tried to reason with her daughter.

"But the coral shoes matched that dress!" Sarah all but huffed; her clothing and outfit choice had been something very important to her ever since she decided that she will be going to college to gain a degree in fashion design in the next season. Les was already distracted, running around the car and trying to see all of the activities currently on show.

"They have a pool!" Les cried, gathering his mother's attention from his sister.

"This is not a tragedy, a tragedy is three men trapped in a mine, or police dogs used in Birmingham" Their father teased, walking towards his daughter and gently pecking her temple before wrapping an arm around her shoulders.