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Authors: Florence Osmund

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Copyright © 2014 by Florence Osmund

All rights reserved.

Cover Design by Tugboat Design

Formatting by Tugboat Design

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DISCLAIMER

 

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

 

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

 

 

I wish to thank the following people for their assistance in creating this book.

Most of all, thank you to all my friends and family for your support and encouragement while I satisfy my impulse to write. Your continued faith in me is gratifying.

To my editor, Carrie Cantor, thank you for your insightful feedback. You have a gift for being critical and encouraging at the same time, and for that, I am greatly appreciative.

I wish to acknowledge graphic designer, Deborah Bradseth of Tugboat Design, for a compelling cover design, clever illustration at the end of the book, and meticulous print and e-book formatting.

A special thank you, Marge Bousson, for giving the manuscript that final once over. I admire your attention to detail and creative insight.

And thank you, John Konefes, for helping me with horticulture terminology and the “male perspective” required to write this book.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1 | Special Doesn’t Cut It

 

 

Eight-year-old Lee Winekoop entered the front parlor to find his mother sitting in her favorite Louis XV chair reading an issue of
Town & Country
. An identical chair occupied the space immediately next to it for his father. Without knowing why, Lee had never liked those chairs, nor the room they were in. The parlor—with its twelve-foot ornate ceiling and stilted furniture—made him feel tiny, unimportant, and uncomfortable. But then he didn’t feel very comfortable anywhere in the eighteen-room lakefront mansion in the wealthiest section of Evanston, Illinois.

Her black hair was pulled back into a perfectly coiffed bun at the nape of her neck, and the cultured pearl necklace Lee’s father had given her years ago lay flat upon her flawless ivory skin. She did not bother to look up from her magazine.

“Where’s Kate?”

He ignored her question as to his nanny’s whereabouts and did not allow the queasy feeling in his stomach to stop him from asking the question that had been on his mind for a long time.

“Why are Nelson and Bennett so much older than me?”

His mother sighed and momentarily lifted her gaze from the magazine. “Older than
I
, dear.”

Why does she care about grammar when I’m trying to figure out something this important?

“Older than I, then. Why is that?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Lee.”

His stomach began to churn. “Nelson was born in 1950 and Bennett just two years after that. Then it was another eight years until I was born. They’re so close to each other, and then there’s me. Why is that?”

She looked past him, as if searching for the answer. After a long pause, she said, “It just happened that way. Not all children are spaced evenly apart.” She made a face he knew all too well when she didn’t want to deal with something. “Where
is
that woman?”

“They have dark hair, and mine is light.”

“That happens in families.”

“And I have green eyes.”

“Your father—”

“No, Mother. Father has hazel eyes.” Lee’s heart was pounding. A child interrupting an adult while talking was forbidden in his family. “Did you want me when I was born?”

His mother’s pursed lips and stone-faced stare told him he might have gone too far with that one. He hoped she would answer the question but was afraid at the same time.

Her face softened. “Of course I wanted you.”

“Do you know what my initials spell?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Think about it, Mother. My name is Lee Oliver Winekoop. My initials spell L-O-W. Did you know that when you named me?”

She shifted her petite body in the chair and frowned. “What on earth has gotten into you? Maybe I need to make a special appointment with Dr. Jerry. Are you feeling all right?”

She was referring to Dr. Jerry Osgood, the psychologist Lee had been seeing for two years, to make him more like his brothers he thought. What his mother didn’t know was how much he was already trying to be like them.

He almost laughed aloud at her question. When did he ever feel all right?

“Nelson’s initials spell N-E-W.”

“So?”

“And Bennett’s are B-M-W. Mine spell out L-O-W. Why did you do that to me, Mother?”

“Lee, you’re being overly sensitive. I’m sure...that is...I never gave any thought to what your initials would spell out when I named you. I wish you would stop being so querulous.”

“Who was Nelson named after?” Lee knew the answer, but he wanted to hear her say it.

She shifted her gaze to something across the room and hesitated a moment before responding. “Uncle Nelson. Why do you ask?”

“Who was Bennett named after?”

She closed her eyes for a brief moment. “What difference does it make?”

“It was Grandfather, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” she said. She appeared as if she was about to sneeze. Lee waited for that to happen, and when it didn’t, he asked the question that interested him the most.

“So who was I named after?”

She stared into Lee’s eyes for several seconds before answering. “No one in particular, dear, I just fancied the name.” The wistful look on her face wasn’t one Lee had ever seen before.

“So you took the time to name them after someone special in the family, but when it came time to name me, you just picked some old name? And Lee is a girl’s name anyway.”

“Now you’re being impertinent, young man. Did it occur to you that perhaps someone... Sometimes a family name can be... Where is Kate?” she asked, her face twitching with frustration.

Lee ignored her sensitivity to his questions and continued with his mission to get to the bottom of what had been bothering him for months. He shifted his weight.

“Do you know what happened on the day Nelson was born?” he asked.

“Yes, it was unbearably hot. I was nearly overcome by heat on the way to the hospital, and then I had to endure two hours of exasperating labor.”

She doesn’t get it.

“Do you know what else happened?”

She dabbed her brow with the monogrammed lace handkerchief she carried in her sleeve. “No, but I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”

“There was a doctor right here in Chicago who did the first kidney transplant.”

She took in a deep breath. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“And on the day Bennett was born, Mickey Mantle hit his first grand-slammer.”

She crossed her arms across her chest. “That’s nice, dear. What’s a grand-slammer?”

“Guess what happened on the day I was born.”

The little color she had in her face disappeared. “Please don’t aggravate this occasion by making me guess, Lee. What difference do all these trivialities make?”

“On my birthday,
The Flintstones
was on television for the first time.” He studied his mother’s face for a reaction. “Don’t you understand? That’s the most important thing that happened on my birthday. That’s all they could come up with for that day.”

“That’s all
who
could come up with?”

“Whoever puts together the list of important things that happen on each day. I checked it out at the library. It’s all there in black and white.”

“Lee, mothers have no control over what day their children are born. And I certainly did not have any knowledge of or influence over Mickey Mantle or
The Flankstones
or any other cultural phenomenon. What is your point?” Then she began to “shout,” which for her meant speaking at a volume just above a whisper. “Kate! Where are you?”

A sudden whiff of her perfume made him feel faint. He backed away from her.

“It’s
The Flintstones
, Mother. It’s a silly cartoon show. It just seems kind of funny, that’s all.”

“Are you saying that if you were born one day sooner or one day later, it may have been advantageous for you in some way?”

“All I know is that if I had been born sooner, I wouldn’t be so far behind.”

“Behind what?”

“Nelson and Bennett.”

“It’s not a race, dear. And you shouldn’t be comparing yourself to them—they are from...they’re much...older and they’ll...”

“And they’ll what? Amount to something someday, but I won’t?”

“Why would you say such a thing?”

“Father said it first, Mother.”

“Lee, dear, you’re special to us. You’re not like Nelson or Bennett, and we don’t expect you to be. And it’s your own aspirations that will determine what you do in life.”

He broke off eye contact with her and turned to walk away but then stopped and turned to face her again. “And then there’s Uncle Nelson’s birthday gifts. How do you explain
that
?” he asked before turning away from her.

“I’ll call Dr. Jerry in the morning,” she said to his back.

“If it makes you feel better, Mother,” he mumbled.

Lee knew that Uncle Nelson had given Bennett ten thousand dollars’ worth of blue-chip stocks on the day he was born, and to Nelson, his namesake, one hundred acres of land in Colorado. Lee had been given his uncle’s coin collection. While Lee had never actually seen the coins—they had been placed in a bank safe-deposit box—and he didn’t know how the three gifts compared in value, something told him he had gotten the short end of the stick.

Hands deeply implanted in his pockets, Lee shuffled back to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him and leaving all his unanswered questions to linger on the other side. Regardless of what “aspirations” were, special didn’t cut it.

His bedroom was large, professionally decorated, and furnished with everything a boy could want. But even ten times as many things wouldn’t have made Lee feel any better about himself. Despite his diligent preparation, this latest encounter with his mother had failed miserably, and he now realized he wasn’t likely to ever get straight answers from her.

He wished his brothers were a better source for finding things out, but while they had all grown up in the same family—same house, same everything—they were clearly different, and not just in age. He wished he knew what they had done differently, how he had missed the boat.

Mulling over where to get the answers to his burning questions, Lee realized he had never been in either of his brother’s bedrooms, and he was curious about what might be in there, what clues could be hiding inside. He opened his bedroom door a crack and poked his head through to see if the coast was clear. Nelson’s bedroom was at the opposite end of the hall from his, toward the back of the house. Family members with bedrooms at the back of the house, overlooking Lake Michigan, had the most status Lee noticed. Lee’s room was at the very front of the house, same status as the guest room, one more thing that bugged him.

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