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If Hal could see me now he would probably die all over again, thought Desiree Patton to herself wistfully as she looked through the window of her trailer out onto the rest of the trailer park. That I, the widow of a Colonel should be living in a trailer park, let alone working in one is a mystery to me … if only I hadn’t lost all Hal’s money.
Upon the death of her older husband, young Desiree had floated off to Europe, taking with her six year old daughter and a nannie. Now Julia was fourteen and not only did they not have a nannie–they didn’t even have a home to speak of. Desiree never could really understand what happened to her money either, apart from several bad investments the rest seemed to have drifted away from her in Paris, London and Monte Carlo, mostly Monte Carlo. Finally, impoverished and failing to find a rich European husband she had headed back to America only to find life was just as difficult there. Desiree was a reasonable waitress, mostly got jobs because of her face and her body and had emerged to support herself and her daughter in one restaurant and another for several years. Now, living on the trailer park, she worked in the Restaurant-Nightclub on the property itself and for the first time in her life was managing to save a little money–hopefully to get herself a little house, somewhere … she really didn’t care where at this point.
Not that Desiree wasn’t still a voluptuous and seductive woman, she was, it was just that she was tired of moving around and tired of men–men who always wanted her body and never seemed to care beyond that. Until Mitch Holden, that was.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.