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Deja Vu by Ann Douglas (mf) 1/10
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Subject: AnnD: REPOST: Deja Vu - (01/10) - mf
Date: Thu Jul 6 05:13:16 1995
Hi ...... As always, comments are both appreciated and
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Thanks,
Ann Douglas.
-DEJA VU-
Part One
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
"Oh grandmother, I still can't believe it!" The young blonde
haired woman exclaimed as she gushed with excitement. "Two
days from now I'm going to be in Europe."
"Well its nothing that you don't deserve." The older woman
smiled back. "I'm very proud of you, and all that you've
accomplished."
"I don't think Mother would agree with you on that." Jenny
D'Angelo replied. "She thinks the entire trip is a colossal
waste of money."
"Your mother thinks everything is a waste of money." Connie
D'Angelo laughed. "And besides, it's my money that's paying
for this trip, so she doesn't have anything to complain
about."
With that, Jenny joined in the laughter. She kneNw she really
shouldn't be enjoying a joke at her mother's expense, but she
couldn't help it. In many ways, Connie had always been closer
to her than her mother. Despite the 38 years separating them,
they were more like girlfriends than family. The trip to
Europe had been Connie's idea. She had been so impressed when
Jenny graduated from High School a year early and then gained
acceptance to an Ivy League College.
In addition to covering all the expenses for three months on
the continent, Connie was also buying Jenny a new wardrobe for
the trip. Between the two of them, they had two shopping bags
full. The rest of what they had bought would be delivered to
Connie's tomorrow. Knowing her daughter-in- law would have
something to say about all the new clothes, Connie had wisely
put her own address on the deliveries.
"It's still early, what say we head over to Kou-feng's for
lunch." Connie suggested.
"Great." Jenny responded. "But only if you let me Ntreat you
this time."
"All right." was the reply.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
An hour and a half later, the two women had lunch behind them
and were headed down Main St. Along the way, both women turned
men's heads. An action that they both took so much for
granted that neither gave it much thought.
Jenny was 5'5", with long blonde hair that ran to the
midpoint of her back. Deeply tanned, she wore a pretty yellow
blouse and a short blue skirt. A firm set of breasts pressed
against the yellow material, highlighting a youthful, athletic
figure. She had been on the gymnastics team in school and all
the hours spent practicing were self-evident.
Standing a few inches taller than her
granddaughter, Connie long ago gave up trying to keep a slim
figure. Instead she had concentrating on keeping her body firm
and hard. Extra pounds she may have gained over the years,
but very little of it was fat. She worked out as much as she
could, maintaining a form that most woman her age could only
envy. Blessed with a more than full figured bust when still
in her teens, she couldn't defy the long term effects of the
laws of gravity. But no one said that she had to submit to
them without a fight. What gray that dared appeared in her hair
was banished by frequent trips to her hairdressers.
Connie wanted to put as much as she could into this last
day she would spent with her beloved granddaughter. She was
really going to miss Jenny, but glad she was able to give her
the opportunity to travel. She had considered going along
with her, but eventually rejected the idea. Better Jenny go
with the other girls from her school. It would be a better
experience letting her be on her own.
It had taken all her authority as the matriarch of the
D'Angelo family to get Jenny's parents to agree to the trip.
Stephen, her son, had been more than willing to let Jenny go.
He had a great deal of faith in his daughter, and knew that he
could trust her accordingly.
Stephen's wife Barbara, on the other hand, had been opposed
to the trip from day one. It was a waste of money she'd said.
A young girl couldn't be trusted out on her own. Why when
she was her age....
Connie remembered all too well what
Barbara, or Babs as she liked to be called then, was like at
that age. She was a simple minded blonde airhead that more
than lived up to the stereotype. She was, Connie believed, her
son's one great mistake in his life. Try as she could, Connie
had been unable to keep him from being swayed by a pretty
face and a big set of boobs. Nothing that could have come out
of her mouth was going to carry more weight than the things
Babs was doing with her's.
So she had reluctantly watched when they married at 19. A
year later, she could almost forgive Babs for marrying her son
when she gave birth to Jenny. It turned out that Babs, now
calling herself Barbara once again, couldn't find the time
among all her social activities to give Jenny all the
attention she deserved. Over the last 17 years, Connie had
been more than happy to fill the void.
"I've copied down all the places you told me to see." Jenny
said as they crossed the intersection. "Sometimes I wish you
were going with me."
"We've already gone over that." Connie said as she stepped
onto the curb. "You'll have a much better time with your
friends." She a
dded, wondering if she really believed that.
"Maybe, but I wish......."
"Hey Jenny, Jenny D'Angelo!" Said a strong masculine voice
from the right of the two women.
Jenny turned around and saw the tall dark haired young man
who had called her. He stood about 6'1" and had short curly
black hair. The muscles of his chest and arms were highly
defined and it was obvious that he took exercise seriously.
The blue T-shirt he wore clung to him like a second skin.
Legs as well developed as his arms stretched out from a pair
of red shorts.
"Hi Jenny." He repeated.
"Jack!" The girl exclaimed as she jumped forward and gave
him a sisterly hug. "When did you get back?"
"Last week, I'm staying at my mom's." Jack answered.
"It's so good to see you again." Jenny continued, her eyes
never leaving his face.
"You too," He replied. "I heard how you graduated a year
early. I knew you could do it."
"Thanks." Jenny beamed. "So what are you doing now."
"Football scholarship at State." Jack
answered. "But I still need to work during the summer to
cover some of the extras." He added as he handed her one of
the flyers he had been passing out.
A quiet cough from behind Jenny reminded her of her
grandmother's presence. Slightly red at her oversight, she
turned and introduced her.
"Grandmother, this is Jack Marziatto." She said. "Jack,
this my grandmother, Connie D'Angelo. Jenny continued turning
back to Jack.
"Jack and I both went to school together, he graduated last
year." She continued.
"That's something that your granddaughter deserves most of
the credit for." Jack interjected. "If not for her tutoring,
I'd have been in the fifth year of high school instead of the
freshman year at State.
"You passed the exams." Jenny laughed. "I just helped you
study."
"Marziatto, I used to know a Marziatto family a long time
ago." Connie said as she looked at the young man's face, a
strange look on her own. "They lived over on 10 St."
"That would've been my grandparents." Jack answered. "They
moved over to Bakersville in the early sixties. My parents
moved back here about ten years ago when I was 9."
"Come to think of it, I only remember the Marziatto's having
four daughters." Connie remarked. "How could you have the
same last name?"
Ann Douglas
Ann Douglas
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