Looking through Desiree's Baby

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I see a place, a mythical place, it is not a house, it is certainly not a home it is a concoction of all its surroundings, it embodies a mystique of feelings unspoken, locked in ones heart by a key that one wishes that no one will find. Only in Hollywood can such a picture be presented to an audience that would see something that was opulent and gaudy, large but not homey, cold but not warm. You sense that something so beautiful, this mansion, like a person you fall in love with has flaws and yes, those secrets, those secrets. As time goes on the participants in our little tragedy start to see the flaws and those secrets unravel like a fine piece of silk that has snagged on a splinter. We see the secrets start as almost a little ripple on the water that was tickled by the wind. Was Desiree the poor abandoned child of those raucous Texans? Let us forget that for is not the child an angel sent by Providence to bring pleasure to our lives just as Moses brought pleasure to Pharaoh's daughter?

As our Desiree grow to maturity she is admired by a gallant young man with no true tried talents except his was born of the loins (or so we thought) of a rich father. Cupid strikes, the two are infected by love. Credentials are checked, but not too closely and the marriage is celebrated I'm sure in an almost mythical way as would only be fitting in our mythical mansion. The finest in wedding presents are obtained from France, Paris I would presume. The vanity flows like grog down a pirate's throat. Armand (I can't stop thinking of a bronze colored almond) is our Jupiter. He rules with the strength, determination and self-centeredness of a man with the pedigree of inheritance can anoint. As time will have and biology dictates a child is born. Armand is softened momentarily by the sweet smell of powder, the softness of skin, and the innocence of a creature of god that has not yet eaten the apple of human personality. He is proud, he is happy and he displays it outwardly even to his slaves. Such kindness. As our child grows and his physical appearance takes a more noticeable turn, people notice, they look and whisper.... whispers... oh those whispers. Whispers, the forerunners to secrets that will soon, no must be revealed.

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