Yeah, been listening to folk music again. It’ll pass.
We’ve been busy here on a very near-end deadline — lots of sticky-tabs involved. Tomorrow, I have an early doctor’s appointment, and errands in town. Then, I really ought to get with plotting (for values of “plotting” that includes staring moodily out the window, but does not include creating a 130-page outline) Carousel Seas.
Over on Facebook, this image surfaced:
…but it reminded me of a story I read, ‘waaaay back in the Dark Ages, which I believe was by Daphne du Maurier. Of course, I can’t recall the title. And of course the fact that I can’t remember the title is making me crazy. So, I’m throwing this out to y’all, you well-read bunch, you.
The plot of the story as I remember it is: a woman becomes acquainted with an extremely disagreeable family — mother, sister, and boy in wheelchair. The boy in the wheelchair is beautiful, but there seems to be no one home. The mother mistreats — or at least is not very kind to him. Perhaps the whole cast of characters is vacationing at the seaside. Our viewpoint is infatuated with the boy because of his beauty and wishes to stand between him and his mother’s spite. At some point, it occurs to her that he seems less… lethargic… around water and she takes him down to the sea, whence he escapes his wheelchair.
…that’s all I’ve got.
Anybody recognize this story?
Hope everybody who was in the path of stormy weather over the last couple of days is warm and dry.