Secrets on the Lake E-Book

Delia Dibble

• Herausgeber: Inspiring Publishers / ASPG
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Secrets on the Lake is the poignant story of the struggles and successes of two remarkable sisters, Laura and Libby.  

Defying all odds the girls grow up battling their way through life with the support and love of their grandmother, who rescued them from their alcohol and drug addicted parents and instilled in them the values and character to overcome adversity and look beyond their world.

Laura, the older sister, the main protagonist of this novel, pursues her dream of becoming an international lawyer working for the United Nations.  Her relentless fight for justice and the elimination of poverty is heart fully inspired by her own troubled childhood.  

With origins in Louisiana encapsulating the romance of Portugal and the power of New York, this is an intriguing story of hardship, family bonds & challenges, heartbreak, and ultimately a celebration of the human spirit which will capture your imagination and renew your faith in love and in humanity.  

Leseprobe

Copyright © 2019 Delia Dibble

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

Publisher:ASPG (Australian Self Publishing Group)P.O. Box 159, Calwell, ACT Australia 2905Email: [email protected]://www.inspiringpublishers.com

National Library of Australia Cataloguing-in-Publication entry

Author: Dibble, Delia

Title: Secrets on the Lake/Delia Dibble

ISBN: 978-1-925908-98-5 (pbk)978-1-922327-18-5 (eBook)

Acknowledgement

I gratefully dedicate this book to my loving husband, Jeff, my best friend and soul mate.

He is the first reader (and critic) of my manuscript.

I thank him for his full support, dedication, love, encouragement and the strength he gives me.

Sandra, Carla and Nick

You taught me how to be a mum.

The meaning of unconditional love.

No one will ever love you more than me.

Chapter 1

Today, Laura Menzies is an incredibly successful international Human Rights lawyer for the United Nations. She’s an intelligent, intellectual, sensuously desirable woman, who also happens to be very chic. However, very few know of her tragic upbringing at the hands of her alcoholic, drug-addicted parents.

The family lived in a subsidized house in a poor neighborhood in Louisiana; the money paid to the family by the government was used mostly to feed her parents’ addictions. Laura and her younger sister, Libby, were very much left alone to care for themselves. They were constantly hungry and forced to search for food in the neighborhood’s rubbish bins.

Roger and Emma, the girl’s parents, were constantly under the influence of alcohol and drugs; they had sadly become completely ensnared by their addictions. They were never vicious, nor did they physically mistreat Laura and Libby—they were just careless, showed no parenting skills, and were too focused on their own self-destruction. Without any guidance, the girls, aged ten and eight years old, were simply left to the streets to fend for themselves.

The owner of the local bakery shop was a woman named Mary—a jolly woman with large cheekbones who was never to be seen without an apron about her waist and a colorful scarf tied around her head—would give them leftovers that hadn’t sold by closing time. “Here! Some cake and extra bread for tomorrow! We are closed tomorrow, girls!”

That was the best—sometimes only—meal of the day, which kept Laura and Libby going. But on the public holidays when the bakery didn’t open, the girls battled with starvation as they were not able to hide the leftovers. The bread and cake they brought home was taken away by their parents.

“Everything is closed tomorrow,” Libby said. “Let’s try to get more food while we can.”

“Where do you want to go?” Laura asked. “I’m tired and it’s getting late—we can search the bins tomorrow. Let’s go home.”

“No!” replied Libby. She looked across at a grocery shop on the other side of the footpath. “Wait here,” she told her sister.

Knowing Libby well, Laura was worried about what her sister might have in mind. “Don’t do anything stupid, Libby! Let’s go home!” she urged.

But, of course, Libby wasn’t listening.

The sisters were very different from one another. Laura was quiet, sensible, and cautious while, in contrast, Libby was an inquisitive, devilish, chatty, and an adorable tomboy who just wasn’t afraid of anything!

“No, Libby, no! Come back here!” Laura called after her sister.

But Libby had already crossed the road and was walking with intent in the direction of the grocery shop. Wearing her worn-out, washed-out overalls with a striped t-shirt underneath, and old, tattered shoes, the carefree little Libby entered the busy grocery shop. At first, she walked behind a random lady in an attempt to give the impression the lady was her mother. Taking an apple from the fruit bench, Libby hid it inside her pocket. She was grabbing a second apple to hide alongside the other when the owner—a fat, short Greek man with a little mustache and strong accent—spotted her. “Hey! You there, little girl! Come here!” he cried.

The owner had kept a suspicious eye on Libby from the moment he’d spotted her. He doubted very much she was the woman’s daughter, as she didn’t seem anything like the well-dressed, upper-class lady at all. He was right, of course, and he’d caught Libby in the act!

Libby saw the fat man darting in her direction with his angry eyes blazing. She ducked under the fruit tables and rolled as fast as she could to prevent him from catching her. The owner ran breathlessly around the shop, bending down under the fruit benches trying to spot Libby. But the poor old man was no match for the agile little girl; she was like a wily little hamster, popping her head with its mop of messy, curly hair over the bench as she looked for a way out of the shop.

“You little devil!” the shop owner bellowed out his frustration when he spotted her. “I’ll catch you!”

Libby upped and ran so fast she bumped into the other customers. She almost lost her balance as she knocked hard against the fruit racks and tables to send apples, oranges, peaches, and pomegranates rolling across the floor!

She managed to evade the man who desperately tried to grab her as she scampered out of the shop. She even managed to grab some of the scattered fruit from the floor on her way out as the customers looked on. Happy with the little girl’s victory, some of them even gave a discreet smile. The owner finally gave up the chase and was left red-faced and puffing. He gesticulated with clenched fists high in the air. “I’ll catch you, you devilish little girl!” he yelled after Libby.

From a safe distance on the other side of the footpath, hiding behind a large tree, a shaking Laura chewed nervously on her fingernails as she watched the drama unfold. When she saw Libby come racing out of the grocery shop, she followed her sister—running as fast as she could after her down the street.

When she felt safe enough, Libby stopped. Her heart was pounding hard in her skinny chest as she fought to catch her breath.

Laura caught up with her, desperately trying to catch her own breath. Laura sat down beside her sister and said, “You crazy, crazy girl! One of these days you’re going to be caught!”

With an impish smile, her little nose upturned and wrinkling her cute face, the headstrong and vivacious Libby ignored Laura’s disapproval. She took out the two apples she’d hidden in her pockets, plus two extra peaches she’d snuck into her bib. “Here,” she said with a smile, “we have our dinner!”

Meanwhile, looking at the mess Libby had left behind in his shop, the owner despaired. “Arrr! That poor little girl! She could have just asked—I’d have given her some fruit quite gladly!”

This was the way the two girls lived through most of their days.

Often, they would skip school to search through the rubbish bins so they could eat. Other times, they’d rely upon people’s generosity and little Libby’s thieving adventures. The latter distressed poor Laura so much, but she couldn’t do anything to stop Libby because she was an opportunistic thief who took a risk whenever she saw a chance! However, it was always food she stole—just food and nothing else.

The school principal reported them so often for skipping school, they were eventually removed from their home by the intervention of the Social Security Department and given into the care of their grandmother, Lucy Menzies.

Lucy had a heart of gold and was a very agreeable, sweet woman of sixty-five. Sadly, though, her bright, brown eyes hid many tears. She lived alone in a modest, decent, and clean house. She’d lost her husband in a freak work accident—he’d been plastering the walls of a tall building when he’d fallen from the ladder. At the time, Lucy was an unemployed housewife, and was suddenly left all alone to look after her only son, Roger, who was just ten-years-old. Struggling with the little money she received from her widow’s pension, Lucy was forced to work two jobs to pay the bills and provide an education for her son, whom she raised to the best of her ability. Roger was such a sweet little boy until he mingled with the troubled, older kids at school. And, tragically, the hardworking single mother ended up losing her only child to the lure of drugs.

Lucy had known at the time those older kids were bad news and tried in vain to put a stop to Roger hanging out with them. So many times she tried to get him on the right path of life, but all her attempts—even with the help of the city’s Youth Department—proved unsuccessful. Roger ran away from home countless times to be with his drug-addicted friends, only to be brought back home by the police.

Finally, Roger ran away from home at the age of sixteen and never came back. Lucy only saw him now and again, and he did come by to say hello and introduce his new girlfriend, Emma. Emma, as Lucy found out later, was also a runaway. Roger was eighteen years of age by then, and Emma was seventeen and pregnant with Laura. Just two years after that, nineteen-year-old Emma gave birth to Libby. When the girls were born, Laura was the spitting image of her mother and Libby looked more like her father.

The heartbroken grandmother kept a watchful eye on her granddaughters. On many occasions she reported their neglect to Social Security and offered to take Laura and Libby under her protective wing. She would call by their house to bring food and little gifts, and wanted nothing more than to remove them from that terrible, toxic environment. Lucy wanted to ensure her granddaughters wouldn’t follow their parent’s path, but Roger and Emma never allowed her to take them as they knew they’d lose their social security benefits—the only thing they really cared about.

Roger was a tall, slim man with dark, curly hair. Dark, weary circles surrounded his once-inquisitive, deep, brown eyes and their pupils were always constricted. He’d learned to hide the needle marks on his arms under the long-sleeved shirts he always wore, even on the warmest summer days; Roger constantly looked sick from his toxic substance dependency and alcohol abuse.

Emma had been an incredibly beautiful, statuesque young woman before she lost her vivacity to drugs. The dilated pupils of her eyes soon gave way to the red—once such a stunning green—that surrounded them, and her naturally trim frame suffered such dramatic weight loss over the years of drug use that Lucy feared the girl was anorexic.

Many were the times Laura and Libby had to help their nauseous mother to the toilet to vomit; her slurred speech would become so incoherent they couldn’t even begin to understand her. It had been manageable at one time for the two young sisters, but over the two years before they were removed from their home, the situation had worsened—once Emma and Roger moved from using marijuana and smack cocaine to the heavy, especially nasty drugs that were systematically destroying their lives. With those, and as their personal hygiene declined, they more often resembled a pair of zombies.

Libby and Laura would often find themselves falling asleep on the grimy old sofas that occupied the mess of the living room of their small, two-bedroom apartment. The floor was always strewn with broken cigarettes with their filters removed, bent, blackened spoons, and candles—all clear indications of their parent’s addiction. With every possible penny spent on drugs, money problems were a constant—there was rarely ever any food, treats, or comforts to be had at home.

So, one can only imagine the relief and happiness in Lucy’s heart as tears of joy rolled down her face when the social worker knocked on her door with her granddaughters—her two little treasures. Finally, she had full custody of Laura and Libby!

Before then, school had not been the children’s priority. They’d never been able to concentrate enough to do well in their studies because of their tragic family circumstances. However, their sweet grandmother guided them by example, instilled good values, and encouraged the girls. “You can be whatever you want to be. Fight for it! It doesn’t matter where you come from… but where you go!” she would tell them as she packed them off to school each day. And slowly but surely, with care and love, Lucy’s granddaughters began to turn themselves around.

Laura was smart enough to know her only escape from poverty, to better herself, was through education. This was now possible because the days of roaming the streets looking for food were finally behind her—her grandmother always had food on the table.

Changing their attitudes, the girls made school their number one priority and both applied themselves to excel—each in their own way. Laura dreamed of becoming a lawyer and knew her only chance to achieve that goal was by winning a university scholarship. In order to achieve that she also knew she had to work really hard. The only hobby Laura had time for was sketching on the weekends—it helped her relax and distracted her mind from the rigorous school duties and daily routines.

Libby, being the more outgoing of the two, loved playing with her friends in the neighborhood or, if she chose to stay home, reading.

Laura became a bright, outstanding student and even cut two years off finishing the four-year high school curriculum. She was especially strong-minded and refused to let her circumstances keep her down. Laura developed a passion for helping others and had long decided she wanted to be a lawyer to help fight for the rights of the less fortunate and vulnerable populations in the world. No child should suffer what Libby and I went through, she thought, everybody deserves a chance in life.

The hard work Laura did in her younger years paid off, and all her aspirations came to fruition as she was awarded a full scholarship from the University of Harvard in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

A new chapter in Laura’s life was about to start—with many challenges and battles to overcome!