Candace Does Miami

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"Oh dear," Morrie's mother said, looking from Candace to Morrie and back again.  "How careless of me.  Naturally, I should have asked you if you cared for aspic or not.  It isn't for everyone's tastes."

"You're not to blame, it's just an allergy - you couldn't know," Candace was quick to point out even as Morris spoke too. 

"That's all right, Mother," Morrie soothed.  "We're the younger generation.  Smiles are up, hemlines are up, stocks are up, and aspic is down and out."  He smiled disarmingly at his mother.

The woman was not about to give up though, suggesting of all things sloppy joes?! Candace was almost afraid to point out to her that that dish had tomatoes in it. But Morrie came to the rescue.

"The truth is, we ate not long ago.  How is a light salad?"   He turned to Candace.  "Will Salad do?  Our chef does tossed salads, Waldorf salads, Limestone salads,.. you name it."

Candace gave in and nodded, "Sure, we can do that."

"Well let's not all stand here and discuss it.  Let's move to the other room," she suggested.

The older woman led them through a wide archway and into a spacious room, airy and light.

Candace allowed herself to be ushered into the next room by Morrie. Like every other room in this luxurious joint, it was quite fancy. Even her cousin Viv would be impressed by this place alright.

ooc: Sorry, but I was gone for four days this past week on a trip to Nashville for a convention. I did mention it in Discord but you aren't on that anymore  :(


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Candace allowed herself to be ushered into the next room by Morrie. Like every other room in this luxurious joint, it was quite fancy. Even her cousin Viv would be impressed by this place alright.

A few large, over head, fans slowly turned clockwise, and they were in time, like formation swimmers.  The sweeping coolness was welcomed to the three who entered the room.

Casual (but expensive) rattan furniture was arranged in two groupings.  The chairs and the crystal clear, glass top tables contributed to the overall sense of "the easy life" and also perfect taste.  The room was not over done. It was simply perfect for an estate of Caribbean grandeur.

The trio was seated in the grouping where dapple sunlight fell across fell across them, courtesy of strategically placed, potted palms, luscious and verdant. 

"Welcome home, Morris."

It was the butler who'd silently, some would say "stealthily", entered after them.

"Ma'am, would you like me to bring some frosty beverages?"

Miriam looked inquiringly from her son to his date and back.  But, before they could answer, Miriam answered for them.  She was an expert at speaking for others.

"Thank you, Robinson," she said to the butler.  "Why don't you bring us iced tea?  Do make it that wonderful sweet tea that the cook makes so well."

The butler nodded emphatically then slipped away.

"Where's Pop?" Morrie asked.

"Oh he's here --- someplace," Miriam answered, waving her hand toward some far-off wing of their house.  "He's in conference with some business associates."   This was said in a clipped manner that suggested disapproval.  She straightened a bit and stared past them in the direction of some large windows. 

What her husband did and with whom did it with always had a cloak of the illegitimate, and she worried that someday he, she, .. they'd all pay for it.  That someday all this extravagance surrounding her would be swept away.  Someday she'd be forced to work shelling gulf shrimp for a living, and sleeping in a rotten and dangerous part of Miami.

Then she regained herself.

"So tell me, dear," she said to Candace.  How do you like Florida?  I hope it isn't too hot for you.   It took me some getting used to.  Now THIS ONE," she continued, pointing a red enamel fingernail at her son, "loves the heat.  I've caught him many times sunbathing nearly naked out on the terrace.  I am convinced that one of these days I'm going to find him nothing more than a one-hundred sixty pound strip of bacon."

Robinson glided into the room with a tray in his hands.  It held a pitcher of Ice Tea and three slender and tall glasses.  He silently placed it all on the coffee table which was set between the Mistress and her guests.

Morrie wasted no time in filling a glass with the cold drink that spilled out of the pitcher with small ice cubes.

"Here you, go, Angel," he said, handing the glass to Candace.


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The butler welcomed Morris home then inquired if the party wished to partake of some drinks. Candace wouldn't turn one down, Florida was so hot and also she was dry mouthed from nervousness meeting the young man's folks...OK, mother so far. She was far from confident she was making the right impression so far too.  Turned out Morrie's mother ordered all of them. Least it wasn't tomato juice.

"Sounds good, Mrs. Lundigan," Candace nodded.

It seemed Morrie's father was at home but busy with some sort of meeting somewhere in this huge place. She couldn't help but wonder what sort of man he was. She imagined him imposing and severe, probably ready to look down his nose at her. Oh well, nothing she could do about that. She wasn't here to impress his folks anyhow. She was in Miami for a fun vacation.

"So tell me, dear," the older woman said,   "How do you like Florida?  I hope it isn't too hot for you.   It took me some getting used to.  Now THIS ONE," she continued, pointing a red enamel fingernail at her son, "loves the heat.  I've caught him many times sunbathing nearly naked out on the terrace.  I am convinced that one of these days I'm going to find him nothing more than a one-hundred sixty pound strip of bacon."

Candace smiled over toward her hired escort, "Oh is that so? Well, I did not even buy a swimsuit when I was planning for this trip. I figure my cousin will handle such details for me. Vivian Flanders, you might have heard of her?"

A little name dropping to Mrs. Lundigan might not hurt and even gave a positive impression.

"And actually I have only been in Florida now..........hours worth. I arrived today at the train station and your gentleman son met me there. Living thru Detroit winters, the sunshine and heat is welcome.  Miami is like another world compared to Detroit, believe me," Candace answered.

"So I am afraid I am pale as snow," she gave a little shrug.


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Candace smiled over toward her hired escort, "Oh is that so? Well, I did not even buy a swimsuit when I was planning for this trip. I figure my cousin will handle such details for me. Vivian Flanders, you might have heard of her?"

A little name dropping to Mrs. Lundigan might not hurt and even gave a positive impression.

Miriam straightened her back - such elegant posture.

"Why yes.  While we don't really socialize with Aaron Flanders, we do know him through some mutual friends."  She raised her arm and flitted her hand as if shooing a gnat.  "They live outside of Miami somewhere.  It's a lovely place, I understand."  She relaxed and smiled sweetly.  "How lovely, my dear."

"And actually I have only been in Florida now..........hours worth. I arrived today at the train station and your gentleman son met me there. Living thru Detroit winters, the sunshine and heat is welcome.  Miami is like another world compared to Detroit, believe me," Candace answered.

"So I am afraid I am pale as snow," she gave a little shrug.

"Oh I believe it, Candace,"  Miriam agreed.  "We avoid the Upper 48.  And, by the way, your complexion is excellent."

Morrie weighed in.  "Momsie and Pop step to the coast once in a while.  Er.. the West Coast, that is.  They have some stake in one of the studios out there.  Which one is it. Mother?"

"United Artists," she said quietly.  "It was your father's idea, Morrie, not mine.  Those rackety film people are impossible to like.  What's worse, they're impossible to ignore.  We were at that Pickford woman's home and her husband, that Fairbanks man .. the one with the tan.  Good Lord!"

Miriam turned to Candace.

"What plans have you two conjured up for this evening?   If you like, you're more than welcome to stay and enjoy a little get together we're having here at 8 o'clock.  It's just about fifty of our Florida friends.  It would be a joy if you did."

Morrie didn't like the way his mother was commandeering their schedule.  How like her.  But their affairs were always fun and drinks flowed freely.

"What do you think?"  he asked his pretty date.

 


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"Why yes.  While we don't really socialize with Aaron Flanders, we do know him through some mutual friends."  She raised her arm and flitted her hand as if shooing a gnat.  "They live outside of Miami somewhere.  It's a lovely place, I understand."

"Yes, so I've heard," Candace nodded.

The older woman relaxed and smiled sweetly.  "How lovely, my dear."

Candace then went on to explain her stay so far in Florida has been quite the brief one.

"Oh I believe it, Candace,"  Miriam agreed.  "We avoid the Upper 48.  And, by the way, your complexion is excellent."

"Why thank you, Mrs. Lundigan," Candace smiled.

There was some talk between mother and son about United Artists and actors and tans then. Candace felt in no position to comment.

Miriam turned to Candace.

"What plans have you two conjured up for this evening?   If you like, you're more than welcome to stay and enjoy a little get together we're having here at 8 o'clock.  It's just about fifty of our Florida friends.  It would be a joy if you did."

Candace blinked,  fifty guests, little get together?  Unbelievable and Candace realized she would know none of them. Oh dear.

"What do you think?"  Morris asked her.

"Oh I don't know, I still need to get in touch with Viv. She must wondering why I haven't contacted her yet since the train showed up a few hours ago now. I'm rather tired too from the long trip and not sure I am up for a big party," Candace decided to be honest with her answer.


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"What plans have you two conjured up for this evening?   If you like, you're more than welcome to stay and enjoy a little get together we're having here at 8 o'clock.  It's just about fifty of our Florida friends.  It would be a joy if you did."

Candace blinked,  fifty guests, little get together?  Unbelievable and Candace realized she would know none of them. Oh dear.

"What do you think?"  Morris asked her.

"Oh I don't know, I still need to get in touch with Viv. She must wondering why I haven't contacted her yet since the train showed up a few hours ago now. I'm rather tired too from the long trip and not sure I am up for a big party," Candace decided to be honest with her answer.

A smooth voice came from behind them.

"What?  Not stay for one of Miriam's soirees?"

It was Mr. Lundigan, fresh from a round of meetings with associates. 

"She's got a point, Pop," Morrie countered.  From the corner of his eye he saw his mother look sour.  "She's been traveling all day and really been on the rounds today.  So, she's right.  I am going to take her to her cousin's place.  You know, Aaron Flander's place?"

The elder Lundigan nodded as he lit a cigarette.

He was quite smooth, the older Lundigan gentleman.

"Well, I'm sure the moon will dim its light this evening because of your absence, but long journeys are a trial even in the best of circumstances."  He chuckled.  "Why Morrie is the lucky one to be escorting you about is another story .. right?  But before you go, would you like a drink ... er ..."

"I'm sorry," Morrie interjected. "Candace is her name. I'm sorry I didn't do the ... let's see..."  He rose.  "Father, I'd like to present a visitor from up North, Candace Simms.  Candace, this is my father, Elias Lundigan."  

Mrs. Lundigan spoke up.  Her tone was biting and the target was her husband.

"Why must you always remind people you're in the liquor business?  You're not comfortable unless you have a bottle or a shaker in your hands."

"I just asked if this stunning creature would like a drink."   He turned to Candace.  "Don't mind the old Temperance lady over there."

 


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A smooth voice came from behind them.

"What?  Not stay for one of Miriam's soirees?"

Candace turned her gaze toward the new voice, a distinguished looking fellow. Pretty easy to guess who it was too, certainly not one of the help.

"She's got a point, Pop," Morrie countered.  From the corner of his eye he saw his mother look sour.  "She's been traveling all day and really been on the rounds today.  So, she's right.  I am going to take her to her cousin's place.  You know, Aaron Flander's place?"

She let Morrie handle it so far, as she silently assessed the man while he lit a cigarette, nice lighter too probably worth a lot of money.

"Well, I'm sure the moon will dim its light this evening because of your absence, but long journeys are a trial even in the best of circumstances."  He chuckled.

"Well, I don't know about the light part," Candace had to smile in amusement.

 "Why Morrie is the lucky one to be escorting you about is another story .. right?  But before you go, would you like a drink ... er ..."

"I'm sorry," Morrie interjected. "Candace is her name. I'm sorry I didn't do the ... let's see..."  He rose.  "Father, I'd like to present a visitor from up North, Candace Simms.  Candace, this is my father, Elias Lundigan." 

"Oh how do you do, Mr. Lundigan. I was just telling your charming wife what a marvelous place you have here ," Candace greeted the man, "North as in Detroit, sir."

Mrs. Lundigan spoke up.  Her tone was biting and the target was her husband.

"Why must you always remind people you're in the liquor business?  You're not comfortable unless you have a bottle or a shaker in your hands."

"I just asked if this stunning creature would like a drink."   He turned to Candace.  "Don't mind the old Temperance lady over there."

Candace was on the spot, she much preferred the father to the mother at least so far. But she still did not want to get ensnared at that so called small affair with fifty people.

"I had a drink earlier with your son when he treated me to some wonderful sea food but...well....I suppose I could have just one........make it small or weak or both, please, sir," Candace gave in.

"One for the road as they say," she quickly added.


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Morris Lundigan

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"I just asked if this stunning creature would like a drink."   He turned to Candace.  "Don't mind the old Temperance lady over there."

Candace was on the spot, she much preferred the father to the mother at least so far. But she still did not want to get ensnared at that so called small affair with fifty people.

"I had a drink earlier with your son when he treated me to some wonderful sea food but...well....I suppose I could have just one........make it small or weak or both, please, sir," Candace gave in.

"One for the road as they say," she quickly added.

Morrie was a bit peeved. 

So like "Pop" to take over a situation.  He always charmed, wrangled, clawed, cajoled or bullied to become the one in charge.  It didn't matter whether it was countermanding his mother on how to deal with the hired help, or a business meeting, or how his "date" would play out.

"Yes.  One for the road," he replied with a kindly smile.  "Short and not too strong."  He paused then chuckled softly.  "A bit like Morrie."

Morrie grimaced.

"GARABATO!" The older man shouted.

Almost immediately, his manservant appeared, a neatly dressed, swarthy man who always reminded Morrie of a Caribbean pirate. 

"Yes, Mr. Lundigan," The man answered with a fascinating yet indeterminate accent.

"Three Dark & Stormy's --- one almost virgin.   Oh .. just a second.   Miriam?  Would you like one?  I believe a Dark & Stormy is one of your favorites."

Miriam rolled her eyes, then relented.  "Why the Hell not." She agreed with a still-stiff manner.

"Make that four Dark & Stormy's," he corrected for the manservant who then glided away.'

"Ah, Dark & Stormy.  That's very suitable because I hear that there's a storm on the way.  It might arrive within the next day or so."

"Oh that's just perfect," sneered Miriam.  "It seems like we just recovered from the last one."  She turned to Candace and emoted by flailing her arms.  "The wind tore some awnings off the house and leveled a grove of palms on the property.  And the rain!  It all amounted in significant repair costs."

"What's the weather like in Detroit?" Morrie asked.  "Any storms like that?  If not, maybe Mom would like to move back there."   Christ! he thought.  Unnecessarily cheeky and then reduced to talking about the weather.

 


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Morris did not look happy with her decision to stay and accept his father's drink offer. But it was too late, Candace had already committed to it. And at least it pleased his father, who - to be honest - was more amiable than his mother in her humble opinion anyway.

"Yes.  One for the road," the older man replied with a kindly smile.  "Short and not too strong."  He paused then chuckled softly.  "A bit like Morrie."

Now Candace did not approve of that little shot across Morrie's bow, "He seems just fine to me, sir, your son."

Suddenly Mr. Lundigan shouted quite loudly for one of the servants who showed up fast enough. He ended up being given an order for four Dark and Stormys. Candace did not say anything but she had no idea what that drink was. Whatever, she'd just have to down it like a good sport. At least Mr. Lundigan had ordered her's weak.

The conversation turned to weather and apparently some big storm was coming? Gosh, bad timing on her part maybe to come on down to the state? Too late now though. She could only hope and pray it was not one of those hurricanes one heard about it. Something they never had to deal with in Detroit.

"What's the weather like in Detroit?" Morrie asked.  "Any storms like that?  If not, maybe Mom would like to move back there."

"We don't get any huge storms like you guys apparently do but we do get blizzards on occasion during the winter and those can shut down a whole city for a few days til all the streets are cleared. Even though I was born and raised in Michigan I have never much cared for the winter weather," Candace answered.

Wait had Morrie just said what she thought he had?

"Oh so you originally came from Michigan too, Mrs. Lundigan? Whereabouts?" she was trying to mingle and join in the chatter.

 


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Morrie was seeing his date with Candace go up in flames.  Not only was his mother on-the-pick, but his dad was insinuating himself into the dynamics between he and his date.  Now, good grief, they were talking about the weather.

"We don't get any huge storms like you guys apparently do but we do get blizzards on occasion during the winter and those can shut down a whole city for a few days til all the streets are cleared. Even though I was born and raised in Michigan I have never much cared for the winter weather," Candace answered.

Wait had Morrie just said what she thought he had?

"Oh so you originally came from Michigan too, Mrs. Lundigan? Whereabouts?" she was trying to mingle and join in the chatter.

"Oh no, my dear!" the matron rushed to say.  "I think Morris meant "back" like a direction.  You know,  up north, out west, back east, and down south."   Then she chuckled, apparently the subject striking her as inane.  "No, my people are from Upper New York State,  and it gets it share of inclement weather."

A staccato clanging came from a small vestibule.  It was off the sun room, and it held a telephone.  The Lundigan's maid rush from nowhere to pick it up.  She quietly spoke, then muffled the receiver against her bosom and spoke.

"A call for you, Mr. Lundigan," she announced.

"Business, business, business," the older man said with a smile, and then left to take it. He did not sit on the small chair that was made available next to the phone, but stood instead.  He kept his voice low.

Morrie sighed, then tried to save the day.

"So, this is how I see it," he began with an eager and boyish charm.  "We stay here and enjoy our drinks, grab a plate of food --- just a bit because we've already eaten, stay to say "Hi" to some arriving guests, that will make mother happy, then take you to Viv's place as pretty and fresh as a Geranium."

At this point Morrie was playing diplomat, trying to satisfy everyone's needs and desires.  Well, almost everyone's.  The only person not satisfied was Morrie himself.

Just then the senior Lundigan spoke angrily into the phone.

"Look it!  If that's his idea of a small town, he's no use to us!  Yes.  Yes.  Well, this is a fuck up!"  He then slammed the receiver into its cradle.

He turned to the three faces staring at him.  "Sorry.  It WAS business."


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