Rapture by Eliza Sherlock

Author:Eliza Sherlock
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: love, hate, sorrow, life, despair, relationships, rebel
Publisher: Spangaloo Publishing
Published: 2015-03-08T00:00:00+00:00

Sin

Like other town residents in Marblehead, Sin Lord had read in The Boston Globe that filming would commence in the historic district in a week’s time. The town would receive a hundred thousand dollars, and how could they refuse? She found the buzz and excitement unseemly; a town of such historic importance and all anyone could talk about was Hollywood stars.

The afternoon before, a seemingly endless stream of eighteen wheelers, trucks and trailers carrying equipment of all descriptions lumbered into town. A large catering van camped in front of a row of boutiques, making it next to impossible to navigate the sidewalk and enter any one of them. Rig grips were erected outside the town hall and film crews materialized as though out of nowhere; huddled in consultation, they barked at pedestrians who attempted to enter cordoned off areas. Cars cruised in vain for street parking up and down Washington. Police officers, normally scarce, stood in the intersection directing traffic, detours, jams and congestion making downtown virtually impassable.

Just before the Nathanael Stanton mansion museum shut its doors for the day, an eighteen wheeler rolled up. Sin stood with one of the docents and watched as it moved back and forth, finally coming to a halt smack in front of the museum. Two men hurled themselves out and proceeded to remove God knows what from the bowels of the trailer, wheeling it away toward the town hall.

“Great,” she muttered. “Visitors can’t find us as it is. Now they’ll have that thing to contend with.”

Jessica, an elderly widow who had recently volunteered to docent, yet couldn’t keep anything about the Stantons straight, agreed with undue haste. Two weeks on the job and she continued to misinform visitors not only as to the year the house was built, but how long the family occupied it and in what century. It was just a matter of time before Sin would find something for her to do that didn’t involve contact with the public. A battalion of cast-off docents appeared daily, planning insurrections and plaguing her. As executive director and the only paid employee, she didn’t have the heart to banish the lonely souls who volunteered their services.

She walked the short distance to her splendid Colonial on Pearl. Too big for her since Franklin died, still, inconceivable to sell the house that had remained in the family since its erection and bore a plaque commemorating her ancestor – Uriah Lord – 1785. The house had passed through hands in unorthodox ways, from father to son, son to cousin, cousin to brother-in-law. Devoted historian though she was, Sin had no idea who Uriah was to her, resorting, after fruitless research, to referring to him as her forefather.

Growing up in the house as an only child, and returning in her late twenties with Franklin upon the death of her mother, only nine years of her life had been spent elsewhere, in Boston during college, followed by a brief and inglorious career at BMFA where she and Franklin met.

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