SWNOVELS Chapter 15
The following day, a Sunday everyone slept late. It was after ten, Sunday morning before, Frank, the first of them, up that morning, climbed out of his bed. Downstairs, sitting in the kitchen with a fresh coffee and a plate of bacon and eggs, the ritual from last night was at the front of his mind. Did it work ?, was the main thing running through his mind. The Frank Sullivan, from just over a month ago would have had no part of this mythology stuff. Here he was now, wishing it was real. After breakfast, he would go into his office, look over some possible investments he had been unable to get a feel for, and see if he had that old Midas touch back.
Frank had surprised himself at how he had put all of his logic and careful thought to one side and placed his faith in the ritual from last night being real. The proof was the valuable item he had placed inside the envelope that he placed inside the chest. Inside this envelope he had placed his most valued possession. He had placed the engagement ring he had given to his late wife Kathleen many years ago. This was a true indication of his belief in all this. This was destined to eventually to be given to his daughter Gloria. As Monty was the one performing the ritual, gypsy tradition dictates that as it was Monty who performed the ritual, the fee inside the chest will become his.
Monty will be giving the ring to Gloria before too long, if he has read it all correctly.
Later that day, Sunday after lunch, Gloria took Monty back to his hotel. The journey from the Sullivan mansion was, for the most, silent. It seems, that both Gloria and Monty were lost in their own worlds, the events of the last few weeks the focus of their thoughts. Arriving back at the hotel, Monty was feeling somewhat off balance. Not his normal confident self.
Back in his room, Monty picked up his phone and rang his mother. The thought had just popped inside his head. Where it had come from, he did not know, but it just felt the right thing to do.
“Hello Monty. I was expecting your call. Your father informed me you would be getting in contact today.” Victoria Beaumont answered, in her rather posh British upper-crust accent. “I can’t chat at the moment as I am in the middle of sorting a few things out. I will be in touch with you soon. There are a few things I will need to talk over with you. Now that you have been enlightened a bit about some of your heritage, now that you have a more open mind, about such things. Catch up with you soon. I must go now, bye.”
And with that Victoria Beaumont ended the call.
Monty was sitting in his hotel room, with his phone still in his hand, from the now ended call. His mother referred to his father, the Leprechaun O’Hara as if he is still part of her life.
Monty’s mind was now occupied by thoughts of his mother. The Victoria Beaumont of today is way different from the wild flower child from before his birth. When she arrived back at the family estate, pregnant with him, she had slowly morphed back into the proper aristocratic young lady that her stuck up family wanted her to be. Playing the game they wanted her to play, had all been for her son, Monty. Her bright young son, due to the wealth and contacts of this old aristocratic family, had been given the opportunity to receive a first class British upper class education. The family had drawn one uncrossable line in the sand, they would never accept Monty as being one of the family. Monty was sure there was more to this, than he had been permitted to know. He may get to learn more than his mother had hinted, in the just finished phone call, it was time for her to fill in a bit more of his story.
Victoria Beaumont finished up the call to her son. She knew Monty has just gone through a life-changing experience. Now she could tell him things about his heritage, he would have not been prepared to listen to or accept.
Victoria had intended to climb onto a plane and go to see her son in New York when he resolved this little problem that the Sullivan’s had been having. This was something she needed to go to New York to accomplish. It would be hard to do this all over here, this side of the Atlantic.
The story she was going to tell him, would have been impossible to tell him, just a month ago. His mind would not have been open enough to even listen, or more importantly believe any of it.
Her husband, the Leprechaun Liam O’Hara, had been keeping her in the loop. None of her family, or Monty for that matter, knew how often she popped across the pond to a special place in New York. It was a place she could physically be with the love of her life, Liam O’Hara. This will all come as quite a shock, when she lets Monty in on her little secret. All this he would have, only a short time ago, considered to be total bullshit.
A few days later, Victoria was at Heathrow Airport boarding a plane to New York. She was not looking forward to the nearly eight hour flight time ahead of her. Oh, she longed for the old days, when the trip on the Concorde would take around three and a half hours.
Victoria intended to stay quite a long time this trip. The Beaumont family had been informed, she may be away for up to six months. Victoria had not told them she would be staying mainly in New York. They were under the impression she would be moving around quite a bit. Victoria was a bit of an antiques and art dealer, she would be searching out a few treasures. This was the story she had told them.