Love, Carrots, and What's His Name
A romance writer enlists the help of an unusual critique group: a financially struggling young couple seeking marital advice, an elderly psychic who predicts doom and gloom, and a retired bank robber who needs help recovering his hidden loot. More
When Eddy and I moved to The Hamptons, we had no idea we would be living next door to an eccentric fiction writer, a ninety-eight year old psychic, a retired bank robber, and a lake with a mystery of its own. Supposedly, after a bullet ended her dancing career, a once famous Broadway singer/dancer drowned herself in the lake, Eddy and I have never seen her ghost dance along the water’s edge, as others claimed to have, but on occasion, we have hear ad woman’s voice serenade an otherwise quiet night.
The fiction writer’s name is Jack LaBloom. He's trying to get his romance stories published. He submits short stories to some fancy magazine, in hopes they will publish one of them.
The neighbor on the other side of Jack is a ninety-eight year old psychic. Zelda still gets around, but she doesn’t drive anymore. She owns an old car Jack calls the Phantom. It was manufactured by a company called Rolls-Royce. Jack volunteers to drive her wherever she needs to go, and occasionally he or Leon will get her old car out and take her for a drive.She is one of the most amazing people we have ever met. When our neighborhood gets together down at the Yacht Club every Spring, she predicts the future of the lucky person whose name is drawn from a hat. So far, she hasn’t drawn mine, nor Eddy’s. I can’t wait to hear what’s in store for us. She amazes everyone with her predictions and she has a good sense of humor.
Leon, the retired bank robber lives in the last cabin on the road. A few people looked down on him, until Jack researched how Leon got caught. Eddy thinks Leon and Jack are planning to retrieve Leon's hidden loot.
There is a waiting list to get into The Hamptons. You have to write a letter explaining why you want to live there. A committee makes the decision. Eddy and I got in because Jack vouched for us. He didn’t know us then, but said he had a good feeling about the young couple who wrote they wanted to live close to real people.
You must be a resident of our little community to be a member of The Yacht Club. Every member of the club must own a yacht. Jack’s yacht, THE USS SIEVE, is a rowboat about twelve feet long. He was kind enough to give us his old boat, his first yacht he called it. It’s an eight-foot aluminum flat-bottom boat with no motor and no oars. We keep it on the bank.
All of the trailers, expect for one, were removed years ago and replaced by cabins. Each wood-frame cabin was custom built during the eighties. We don’t know who owns the mobile home park and yacht club. Jack told us it’s someone who lives in The Hamptons, but it’s a secret and he isn’t allowed to say who that person is.
Zelda lives in an antique trailer with a human hand, palm out, painted on the side of it. The trailer looks brand new, but it’s not. It dates back to the thirties or forties. Someone said it costs over forty thousand dollars to refurbish it to its original condition. According to Zelda, she’s made a living out of it for over sixty-four years. Jack says Zelda sleeps more than she’s awake. She once predicted she’d live to be a 102, and not one day longer. That was fifty-two years ago. Diagnosed with lung cancer, the doctor gave her less than six months. She walked out of the hospital, quit smoking, and climbed to the top of La Dame Blanche, a mountain 15,782 feet above sea level. There she waited to die with dignity at the age of forty-six. After spending five days and four nights alone on the mountain, she came back down and said death wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. The tumor began shrinking and eventually disappeared. It’s all documented.
Eddy and I married young. Eddy appears to be growing up and trying hard to be a good husband. He told me Jack helps him out on things like that. Eddy never opened a door for me, until he met Jack.
We are all pulling for Jack, because he always pulls for us, when the going gets tough. This is Jack's story of love, friendship, and rejection. I hope you will come join us for awhile.