Wife of the Left Hand (Sugar Hill Book 1) by M.L. Bullock

Author:M.L. Bullock [Bullock, M.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve – Avery

This was definitely a homemade video, but my professional experience had made me kind of jaded about what made a good or bad video. There were no soundtracks or sparkling graphics, no smooth roll-in. Just your basic title screen that read, “The Dufresne History, According to Margaret Dufresne.” Another screen slid up and displayed the date. “Testimony Given on June 21, 1968, at Sugar Hill.”

The image went black and then began to lighten. I could see an older woman’s face. She was looking not at the camera but off to the side, as if she were talking to someone she knew beyond the view of the lens. She had lovely white hair with prominent blue streaks at the temples. I assumed this striking woman was Margaret Dufresne, my great-great-grandmother. She had darker skin than mine, but I immediately recognized that I had her eyes. And that made me want to cry. I couldn’t see who was interviewing her, but I could tell she was a woman. The voice sounded like Anne’s, although I had not heard it often enough to say for sure.

“My name is Margaret Marie Dufresne, and I am the mother of Aster and Riley Dufresne. I have many grandchildren, nephews, nieces and relatives. I am very happy to have such a large family.” I turned the volume up so I could hear the interviewer. Yes, that was Anne, for sure.

“That must feel satisfying, knowing that your family continues on, that generations of Dufresnes continue to call Belle Fontaine and Sugar Hill home. Thank you for agreeing to do this interview, Margaret.”

With a sweet smile she replied, “I like the idea of preserving our history. It’s crucial that we remember who we are and what’s at stake, Vertie.”

“I’m Anne, Grandmother. Vertie is my sister.”

“Oh, I know that. My brain gets twisted sometimes. I know who you are, Anne.” She looked embarrassed.

“So who’s your favorite, Grandmother Margaret?” Anne teased her, perhaps to lighten the mood.

“Oh, now that’s not fair to ask. I love all my family equally. But you have the ring now, don’t you, girl? They didn’t expect I would give it to someone so young, but it was the right thing to do. Yes, I made the right choice. I obviously think highly of you, Anne, but you aren’t my favorite. Isn’t that surprising?”

Anne laughed at that answer and said, “Well, tell us who is. It’s Vertie, isn’t it?” I detected a note of genuine jealousy in her voice.

“Well, if I had to choose only one of you, I’d choose her.” She nodded toward the camera.

Oh my God. She’s looking at me. I dumped half the bag of chips in my mouth. Is this another freaky joke?

Anne turned and looked at the camera. “There’s no one there, Grandmother. Just you and me and the camera. Remember our project? We are recording our family history. It’s like a school project.”

“I haven’t forgotten. I’m not stupid! But I can see her, can’t you? She’s there, all right.

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