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- Author: Alice Duncan
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There’s no denying I felt a little blue in the beginning of January 1927.
The holidays had been swell, and everyone in Mercy’s Manor —the
name Lulu LaBelle had christened my very first home —had been so happy
and cheerful.
And Ernie Templeton had kissed me. Under the mistletoe, just like men
are supposed to kiss the women they care for.
What’s more, I’d kissed him back.
It had been delicious.
Speaking of delicious, Mrs. Buck, my cook-housekeeper, had kept us in
absolutely superb holiday meals, and the pies, cookies, candies, and cakes
had been phenomenal. She promised she’d teach me to cook, too.
I also had the heartwarming knowledge that Ernie and I, working
together, had done a Very Good Deed. Those caps are deserved, and I was
proud of us. We’d not only saved some kidnapped girls, but we’d cleared
Ernie’s Chinese pal, Charley Wu, of a murder rap. I mean, how much better
can life get, you know?
And then January had rolled in. Not without some difficulty, mind you.
My parents, who had followed me from Boston’s Beacon Hill to Los
Angeles’s Bunker Hill —they deplore the hallowed historical name used in
so upstart a city as Los Angeles —had pestered me to go to their home for
New Year’s Day.
“We have a special invitation from the mayor and will be able to view
the Tournament of Roses Parade from special seats. We shall attend a
reception at the Valley Hunt Club after the parade,” said my mother,
Honoria Violet Chudleigh Allcutt. “You owe it to us to come, Mercedes
Louise. Your father and I are disgusted by your recent behavior.”
My disgusting recent behavior had been my refusal of their demand to
spend Christmas with them. Well, that and opening my home, which I’d
purchased from my sister and her motion-picture-mogul husband, to
tenants, thereby creating a lovely boarding house for deserving women who
had to work for their bread. My delightful home sat on Los Angeles’s very
own Bunker Hill, what’s more.
Mother and Father had been the bane of my existence since I was born.
That was all right by me, since I’d been the bane of theirs ever since I
moved from Boston to Los Angeles in order to put a couple of thousand
miles between us. Then they’d tried their best to thwart me in that endeavor
by buying a winter home in Pasadena. I’d fallen in with their plans for a
while, but my spine had stiffened and so had my upper lip and now, by
golly, they couldn’t boss me around anymore!
I hate to admit to having palpitations after I wrote that last sentence.
Still and all, I was getting much better at protecting myself from my
parental bullies. It helped that I had a job I loved (my mother most certainly
had palpitations when she learned I’d actually found myself a job). Women
in my family were merely decorative; they weren’t supposed to do anything
but sit in their mansions, gossip with their neighbors, criticize their
servants, and sip tea. Attend the opera or an improving play from time to
time.
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