CHAPTER 16
Journey
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Tuesday, June 18, 1957
Beatrice, ebullient as she greeted her daughter and grandson, bustled about like a happy flustered hen. Elise did not visit her often and the visit last summer Beatrice felt, was cut short. Elise then had far too many things on her mind to visit properly. Beatrice hoped there might be a longer visit this time. She also was of the mind, that Elise’s appearance on such short notice also had to do with another falling out with her husband, Barton. Beatrice tried not to press the issue. But had accidently let the words fall that she was glad Elise and Barton were fighting again, otherwise she would never see her daughter or grandson! That remark over their late supper of chicken croquettes and cherry gelatin with fruit cocktail, had earned Beatrice a haughty dark stare from Elise.
“Maman,” Elise softly explained in French, “Let’s not go into anything right now please. Can’t you see that Francis and I are bushed from the long drive? I would like to eat in peace.”
“Moi aussi.” Francis mumbled catching the eyes of both women. “Une autre croquette s’il vous plait Grand Mama.” He held out his plate and waited for Beatrice to oblige him.
Beatrice’s composure ruffled, resembling now a piqued wet hen, her bubbly mood evaporated. She stiffly responded, “Oui mon p’tit, une autre.” She plopped a crispy cone on his plate, topped it with gravy, and added a rounded spoonful of green peas with pearl onions and another square of wriggling gelatin.
Francis started to complain about the peas, he didn’t want them, but Beatrice spoke aloud cutting him off.
“Well, I am glad to see that someone appreciates the nice meal I have prepared on such short notice.” Beatrice admonished in an insulted tone, but gave a wan smile to Francis and a cold eye on her daughter. “So what do you think of my mushroom sauce? It is a new recipe I found in a magazine, all from a can of soup with a touch of cream and …”
As she listened to Beatrice, Elise nodded and ate in silence for several minutes feeling the strain already among the persons around the table. Francis avoided the peas and after crunching on the crisp chicken croquette spooned up the melting red gelatin. He dared to look at Elise and made a face at her, sticking out a red tongue with a bit of melted marshmallow on it. He then grinned like a pink-faced orangutan. Elise began to chuckle and then laugh which caught her mother off-guard.
“Whatever is so funny, Elise?”
Elise sighed, “Oh Mother, life is just a big roller coaster, isn’t it? My life never seems to be a pleasant boat ride through the Tunnel of Love. It is the damn Coney Island Express, and a constant race from bottom to the top until someone throws up!”
“Elise! Where are your manners girl?” Beatrice placed a hand on her breast looking shocked, her blue eyes wide. “We are eating for heaven’s sake!”
She patted her mother’s hand, “I know, sorry. I might as well tell you what is going on so you won’t be shocked later, if anything should happen.” Elise rubbed the spot between her eyebrows and sat for a moment to compose her thoughts. She raised glazed dark eyes at her mother, “I believe Barton is involved with another woman.”