Thank you Leah for the clarification.
So on to the chapter of
The Girls In Their Summer Dresses. I first read the short story Joan provided the link to. As I am reading about Michael the cad, who can't keep his eyes off of every woman in his sight even while with his wife Frances, I am trying to imagine A.J. and Amelia, and thought there is no way A.J.'s character could change this drastically after they marry. Well then I began reading the chapter in our story and realized I had forgot about Daniel the womanizer, cheat and adulterer. Like I said, this author does a great job of switching us from one character to another to the point of forgetting the ones not in the present chapter.
This chapter was not ONLY a shocker, but it revealed more than I had suspected. So, Maya is actually Daniel's daughter by him having an affair with Marian Wallace. Egads!!!! How on earth could Daniel sit back and allow another man to raise his daughter? Now it makes sense why she was dropped off at the bookstore....Daniel being a writer/author in the note left in the basket with baby Maya stated, the mother wanted her to grow up around books. Hence it was an easy out for Daniel, he could see Maya grow up and be around her, teach her to love books and to get interested in writing like himself without ever having to reveal he is her father. But who knew Ismay was so smart to add two and two together and come up with knowing Maya was Daniel's from the affair?
I've never cared much for Ismay from the beginning, but she has done no good deed in keeping this a secret, unless she was hoping to one day be A.J.'s wife and Maya's mother. So, now the plot thickens, did Ismay harm Marian? I've suspected she stole Tamerlane, but it seems this woman could be far worse than a thief.
That last sentence in this chapter .....
Yes, Daniel thinks just after impact but before death, like that. The passage hadn't been as bad as he had thought.So, is Ismay responsible for two deaths now? And the narrator seems to know people's thoughts and feelings that only that person could feel and think. Like a supernatural spirit.
Come out, come out wherever you are....... those lurking can jump in anytime now. I'm in need of a bit more thoughts here. I feel like the child who was put into the fair's funhouse and am trying to find my way out with no help, just twists and turns, and bumping into mirrors.