Flowers of the Bayou

Flowers of the Bayou

A Novelette

By Arlene Lam

Flowers of the Bayou

Copyright 2012 Arlene Lam

Published By Arlene Lam

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Table Of Contents

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Coming Soon

Part One

Margaret

The Louisiana Iris

Louisiana Iris

February 23, 1859, New Orleans

Jasper was home! Margaret felt as if her heart might stop beating. He'd been gone for three years in Europe. How could she not know he was coming home? Nearly knocking over her chair, Margaret hurried over to Jordan’s side. “What type of a cruel trick is this?” She fumed.

Jordan Bradford looked down at his cousin. Giving his wife a kiss to the cheek, he took Margaret by the arm and led her to the beverage table. “I did not know if he was coming for certain.” Smiling his devastating smile, the handsome man placed a glass of lemonade in the flustered woman’s hand. “Calm yourself woman. You're turning several shades of red. He is just a man after all. I assure you he did not create the heavens and the earth.”

Margaret sighed and took a deep breath. He was right of course. Still, though Jasper McMahon was not more than a man, to her, he was the only man. “I look awful. I swear, the next time Mama tells me to dress more the part of a lady, I’ll listen.” Smoothing the crinkles out of her cotton lilac frock, Margaret frowned and began pulling on the single pigtail flowing over her shoulder.

Always somewhat of a tomboy, she’d only just come in from wading in the river a short time earlier. There was still silt under her nails and her mother would kill her if she saw it. Especially since she had bothered to put on only a plain, lilac calico dress and today they were hosting Jordan’s birthday party.

But all of that didn’t matter right now. What did matter was that she looked a mess, and this wasn’t the way she wanted to present herself to Jasper after several years of absence.

She’d been in love with Jasper since she was a child. The problem, however, was he simply didn’t take her seriously. However, she was not the thirteen-year-old girl he left years ago. Having just turned eighteen last month, gone was the freckle-faced, girl and, as her mother would say, here now stood a green-eyed woman. “Come on dance with me while I try to get my thoughts together.”

“Is that even possible?” Jordan teased, all while maneuvering them both toward the ballroom. “You look downright perplexed.” He commented at her furrowed browed face.

“Wilbur won’t stop being my shadow and he’s vexing me,” Margaret said, smiling up at Jordan. It was a half-truth, one she knew he wouldn’t fall for. She would have done better passing off her rattled nerves on Samantha, Jordan’s wife. The two did not see eye-to-eye on anything and Margaret could not figure out why her cousin married the woman.

“Everyone vexes you. What is the real issue?”

“How can I ever compare to her?” Margaret quipped, inclining her head toward a pristine, red-haired beauty. Margaret nearly trampled Jordan’s toe whilst they waltzed.

She’d observed Bernadette Walker entering the room only moments ago—gorgeous, perfect, flame-haired Bernadette. Margaret felt her heart sink. How could she forget? Hadn’t she always been there by Jasper’s side?

Jordan frowned now himself. Margaret had become one of his closest friends as they grew older and he didn’t like to see her upset. “Don’t doubt yourself.” “How can I not? Have you seen her?” Of course he’d seen Bernadette, and yes, she was beautiful but not as lovely as his own wife or Margaret. “I wouldn’t let her intimidate you. It pains me to admit it, but you are just as lovely.”

Margaret ignored him. “What would you know about it anyway? You still have every woman swooning at the sight of you.”

“This from the woman who has a state full of suitors. Did you ever think that maybe you should stop turning them all down?”

It was true. She did have more than a few men vying for her hand. She’d liked more than a few of them, too. It was just none of them were Jasper. She was lucky that her father was letting her make her own decision or she would have been married long ago.

As Jordan swirled them across the ballroom floor, Margaret felt the familiar feeling of defeat as she made eye contact with Bernadette, a feeling the latter made sure was a staple in Margaret’s life…

New Orleans, 1854

Margaret hung high in the top of the birch tree, leaning down dangerously to spy on her cousin and his closest friend. She would be able to hear perfectly if only she could get a bit closer. She would be able to see perfectly, too. But the stubborn branch she perched upon refused to budge.

For the moment, however, she was content with watching her cousin Jordan try to fondle the hoity Sue Ellen Ferguson. Her tight flaxen curls could be seen from above bouncing fiercely as she giggled at something or other her cousin had said, but soon, all was quieted as she could be seen leaning in for a kiss.

Turning up her nose, Margaret faked a silent gag, letting her eyes finally fall on the reason she risked scraping her knees and a whipping from her mama that would sting for a week for ruining her new dress—the blonde head of Jasper McMahan.

Jasper leaned casually against the old tree, fully engrossed in the task of ogling the chest of auburn-haired Bernadette Walker while pretending to listen to her. How Margaret hated the red-headed witch. The way she fluttered her fan whenever he spoke and leaned into him with every giggle was beyond inane. She was the very definition or irritating.

Jasper listened half-heartedly to Bernadette's chatter finding joy in the way her chest heaved with every breath. His friend Jordan was fairing far better than himself at the moment and he was waiting for the right time to make his move so he could have a little fun himself.

"Are you even paying me any mind, Jasper?"

"Of course I am," he quickly responded.

"Then what did I just say?" Bernadette was no fool.

"Come on Dette," Jasper whined, using his pet name for her.

"Don't Dette me! You haven't heard one thing I've said all day."

"You haven't heard one thing I've said all day," Jasper mocked playfully, winning a smile from her.

“I don't know why I like you so," Bernadette said, smacking him on the chest with the fan she held in her hand but also leaning in just enough to create an improper closeness that was just begging to be taken advantage of.

There was his chance and Jasper was not going to let it pass. Leaning in, he let his lips graze hers in the first beginnings of a kiss.

Above in the tree Margaret observed this and nearly choked. Why did Jasper even pay attention to Bernadette? She was mean and she was ugly. Well, at least to Margaret she was. Unfortunately, everyone else thought Bernadette was the epitome of Southern belle beauty.

Margaret felt her footing slip at the shocking display below her, but held fast. However, she couldn't help the disgusted howl of disbelief and disapproval that escaped her throat.

Jordan peered up into the branches, squinting against the bright summer sun but nonetheless spotting his thirteen-year-old cousin dangling from the branch above his head, her tiny foot dangling just within reach. With a quick tug, he sent her tumbling to the carpeted floor of grass. "I ought to strangle you!' Jordan yelled.

"Look what you've done to my dress. Mama's going to kill me."

"Aunt Susanna will do more than that when she hears you've been spying again."

"You tell my mother and I'll tell what you've been doing out here when you’re supposed to be helping Miss Ferguson pick flowers for tonight's supper," Margaret quickly countered, smiling brightly as she stopped him in his tracks. "That's what I thought."

"Why are you out here anyway?" It was Sue Ellen, who now stood in a huff, trying to fix her dress.

"Why, you didn't know? Jordan's cousin has a fluttering heart for my beau!" Bernadette shot arrows at the little brunette who always seemed to be intruding on her and Jasper.

"Not so!" Margaret felt as if the ground was about to open up and swallow her. No one but her mother knew how she felt about Jasper, and she swore her to the strictest of confidence. That was a secret nogirl wanted to get out.

"It is so," Bernadette hurled back.

"Oh leave her alone," Jasper said, speaking up for the girl who in recent weeks had become his shadow.

“Come on, Margaret. I'll walk you back to the house."

Taking his hand, Margaret began to walk down the hill to the big house, turning back to glare defiantly at her cousin and most of all to Bernadette.

"You have to stop spying, Margaret." Jasper began.

“I don’t spy,” She lied.

“Then what do you call it?"

"Why do you even like her?" Margaret had to know.

“Why do you like Edward?”

Margaret was shocked. She did not like Edward, Edward fancied her, and mother made her indulge him. “I do not like him.”

“I can’t tell. You’re both always together. Edward is real nice, Margaret. He likes you and talks about you all the time. Why don’t you spend some time with him?” Jasper teased.