In
the small drawing room of the apartment above The Bloom Quilt Shop,
Dahlia and Hyacinth Bloom Hightower were each bubbling over with
excitement, they both had strong suspicions that they were expecting.
It seemed reasonable that the identical twins would have babies at
the same time since they did everything together. Dahlia and
Hyacinth had only one falling out in all their days.
The
sister's lives revolved around quilts and quilting. If they weren't
running their quilt shop or teaching quilting, they were quilting
anything from blankets and jackets right down to tea cozies and
sachets. They hadn't much time left for themselves and although they
were well thought of and admired, the townspeople often referred to
them as dowdy spinsters.
That
ended the day Mr. Harold Hightower, filling in for Mr. Hennessy with
his wagon full of dry goods, stopped by the quilt shop that also
served as the residence of the Sisters Bloom. Dahlia took an instant
shine to the handsome young Mr. Hightower and with the help of Diana
Taylor, a little make up, a pretty hairdo and stylish clothing she
borrowed from Diana, she had turned into a swan. Hyacinth was
appalled that her sister was flaunting herself and the girls didn't
speak for several days. Mr. Hightower, again filling in for his
friend, stopped by the quilt shop and this time he did notice Dahlia
and was instantly smitten. Hyacinth finally acquiesced and asked
Dahlia to help transform her into a beauty too. The twins new found
pride in the way they looked on the outside gave them each a boost of
self confidence and they were no longer referred to as dowdy
spinsters. Harold just happened to have a twin brother himself and
it wasn't long before the Bloom twins and the Hightower twins were a
family.
The
previous year had been the best either of the girls could remember.
Howard Hightower adored his new bride, Hyacinth and she was beside
herself with love for her husband. Howard and Harold had been doing
odd jobs around town but hadn't found anything they liked. They
struck up a friendship with Nicola Rossi.
Nicola
or Nick as he preferred being called was Rosa Rossi Marino's brother.
In Italy the Rossi family owned and operated a large vineyard. Nick
had been the only Rossi boy who had taken an interest in growing and
producing wine. He loved the feel of dirt between his fingers, the
aroma of the growing grapes and especially the process of
fermentation. Papa Rossi wanted his son to have the best education
possible and sent him to live with his sister so that he could enroll
in college as his brother Luigi did several years before. Nick was a
smart young man but had little interest in book learning. He loved
being in the open air and working the fields. The closest he came to
farming was the small garden behind the Marino Trattoria where he
planted vegetables and herbs his sister and brother-in-law used in
their cooking. He also planted and cared for grapevines that were
growing over trellis on either side of the restaurant. Howard and
Harold were examining the grapes and Nick explained these were wine
grapes. Not especially good for snacking. He commented that the
soil in Camden Corners was almost perfect for some varieties of wine
grapes. Harold and Howard who had never even considered wine coming
from anything but a bottle were impressed with Nick's knowledge and
wondered how they would go about acquiring some land and going into
the wine business. They laughed at themselves knowing they would
never be able to afford such a thing.
Two
days later, Both Harold and Howard received registered letters from a
law firm in New York City. They had been requested to attend the
reading of the Last Will and Testament of Mr. Shane Howard. The
brothers had received word a month before that their Uncle Shane had
passed away. Uncle Shane was a recluse, if that was possible, in
the big city of New York. When their mother was alive she would
dress the boys in their Sunday best, pile them on the train to make
the long journey to visit their Uncle. He was kind to the boys but
he never acted especially happy to see them. As the years went by,
they visited Uncle Shane a couple of times a year.
Harold
laughed at the thought that the man who lived in a one room flat and
appeared to own nothing but a moth eaten sofa and a rickety old table
would have wasted the paper it would take to write a will. Howard,
who was christened Howard Shane Hightower after his uncle was
skeptical too. After talking it over with their wives, they all
decided the men would make the trip to New York City. They were sure
their uncle had left them a remembrance he had saved from his beloved
sister and their dear mother.
The
law firm of Brown, Hammer, Brown and Pike sent word a representative
of the firm would be meeting the brothers at the train station and
escorting them to the law office where the Will was to be read. The
men were surprised when none other than Seymour L. Brown, Sr. and his
assistant were waiting for them at the station.
Upon
arriving at the impressive law office, they were ushered into a huge
conference room, seated in the front row and were offered beverages
of their choice and plates of hors d'oeuvers.
Harold
whispered in his brother's ear “You better close your mouth, you
look like the country bumpkin you are.”
Howard
noticed his brother's eyes were as big as saucers and commented “That
makes two of us.”
Mr.
Brown proceeded with the reading.. If Harold's mouth was open
before, it was cavernous now. It seems Uncle Shane was a poor man
only because he never spent any of his money. He had holdings in
numerous companies, land in several states and bank accounts in
amounts the Hightower brothers had never imagined. The last
statement was directly to Harold and Howard.
To
my only remaining relatives, Howard Hightower and Harold Hightower I
leave the land I purchased on the advice of my good friend, Mr.
Herbert Hennessy. The land is located on the west side of the small
village of Camden Corners. Herbert drove his dry goods wagon by that
land once a week for 32 years and felt it would be a good investment.
The only condition is that they use the land wisely. I also leave
them a sum of money that will be disclosed only to them. I hope this
money will bring happiness to them and their wives.
On
a personal note, I know you boys thought your old uncle was a
crackpot but you always treated me with respect and yes, I believe
you loved me. After your sainted mother died you continued to come
to visit me. I have visited you too.
I
watched as you both graduated with honors from the University. As a
favor to me the director allowed me to sit in the orchestra pit. I
saw you marry the lovely Bloom sisters in a double ceremony. I was
disguised as a florist on that day. I have passed through Camden
Corners many times. It is a charming town with good people who think
the world of the two of you.
I
never revealed who I was although I think Oscar Crowley may have been
suspicious but he never let on. You may ask why I didn't come
forward. Remember, I'm an eccentric old man. I'm set in my ways and
have been since I was 18 years old. I have never taken pleasure in
spending money, only making it. Now that I am at the end of my
journey I realize what a mistake that has been.
I
do have one request. The Widow McCoy who lives in the flat next to
mine has been extremely kind to me. Her husband was shot and killed
on his way home from work two years ago. Mrs. McCoy is raising their
young daughter by herself while taking in laundry and cleaning
apartments in the building. She was always so kind and took a
special interest in this old man. I would like you to invite Mrs.
McCoy and her daughter, Cassandra to move to Camden Corners. It may
be inappropriate of me to leave her money directly and therefore I am
asking that you help them to relocate out of the dangerous apartment
they are living in now. Seymour has the address and will be sure you
have safe passage. He has already delivered my personal note to Mrs.
McCoy and has requested that she be packed and ready to go. I trust
you both will follow my directions.
God
be with you and your families. Signed: Shane Howard
Howard and Harold were in a state of shock. The money left to them
was well into the millions. Mr. Brown arranged for most of the
money to be put into a trust for them and their families. They were
still in a state of shock when they arrived at the apartment of the
Widow McCoy. Lucinda McCoy slowly opened the door after the brothers
announced who they were. Even though she was very thin and pale, she
was a very pretty woman. The little girl, Cassandra came running
from the small alcove that was the kitchen. She was grinning from
ear to ear.
“Mama said we might move to the country. I want to see cows and
pigs. Are you going to take us there?”
Cassandra was looking at Harold and then glanced behind him at Howard
and couldn't believe her eyes. Two men who looked just like each
other. Lucinda asked the brothers to sit down on the clean but
rather worn sofa.
Lucinda said “Cassandra was in the room when Mr. Brown stopped by
with the letter from Mr. Howard. Mr. Brown was the one who mentioned
moving to the country and Cassandra hasn't stopped talking about it
since. Mr. Brown assured me that Mr. Howard was an honest man and he
was doing what he thought best for my daughter. I just don't know.
As tempting as it is, I can't just pack up and leave.”
With that there were sounds of commotion and a gun shot out the
window. Cassandra didn't even flinch. Harold asked if that happened
often.
“Yes. Cassandra doesn't remember when her father was killed from
one of those bullets but I do. It makes me shutter whenever I hear
it and I hear it often.”
Harold came up with a solution. “Why don't you come back to Camden
Corners with us for a visit. Mrs. Watson has a lovely home with very
nice rooms to let. We will prepay the rent on this apartment and you
can stay in Camden Corners as long as you would like. If you decide
to move back to the city you will have a place to come home to.”
Howard knew his brother would never let them move back into this
place but he knew Lucinda wouldn't just pack up and leave
permanently.
Cassandra was jumping up and down. “Can we Mama, can we go with
Mr. Howard and Mr. Harold, please.”
Lucinda couldn't resist her precious daughter's request. “Yes, we
will have ourselves a little vacation. Let's pack up all the things
we want to take with us. When were you planning to leave Mr.
Hightower?”
“We will be leaving by train in the morning but why don't my
brother and I help you pack up and you can stay in the hotel we are
staying in tonight. It will be much more convenient for getting to
the train station in the morning.”
Lucinda was about to decline the offer of a hotel room when gunshots
rang out again. She quickly packed their few clothes and some
mementos, Cassandra had her doll and a necklace her papa had given
her with a little pink heart. She only wore it for special occasions
and this was a special occasion so she put it around her neck and
Harold helped her with the clasp. He thought to himself how nice it
would be to have a little girl to care for.
Back home, Dahlia and Hyacinth were just leaving Doctor Julie McMillan's office where she had confirmed what they both knew. They
were both in the family way. They walked cheerfully to the train
station.
“Wait until the boys find out our news, they will be so excited”
said Dahlia.
Hyacinth piped in “I wonder what Uncle Shane left them. I
certainly hope it isn't that dirty old spittoon he had in his living
quarters. The poor old man had nothing worthwhile to leave the
boys.”
The train pulled into the station Howard and Harold were smiling at
their wives as they walked with a pretty young woman and a little
girl. Both looked like they were scared to death.
Cassandra saw the twin sisters and started giggling “Does everybody
in Camden Corners look like somebody else?”
The
sisters laughed as they were being introduced to Cassandra and her
mother. Their husbands were full of chatter about the money and land
that was left to them. The baby news would have to wait. Dahlia and
Hyacinth didn't think their husband's hearts would be able to take
another shock just yet.
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