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Long Beach, Nassau county – New York – Bette’s beach house Friday noon.
Seeing Alice crying, Peggy stopped her conversation and Bette stood from her seat.
Bette: “what is it, Alice? What’s happened?”
Alice: “there was a shooting outside of the parking lot, someone shot Peggy’s limousine”
Helena: “oh my God! Fortunately, we used my car”
Bette: “who was in the limousine?”
Alice: “James said that Joyce and Sharon asked the car to go to the Lower Manhattan branch”
Peggy: (shouting and crying) “NOOOO! Sharon, I have to see her, how’s she?”
Alice: “I don’t know, James didn’t tell me…, we have to talk to Dana, and tell her that her mother was shot”
Louise: “no, we can’t, we’re not sure what really happened…, but we better go there, maybe I could help”
The six girls and Peggy left the house heading to Central Park.
In Helena’s car, Peggy was silently crying, and her daughter could guess the reason why her mom is in such distress.
When she was a child, Helena was a conceited little girl, spoiled by her father, an English man much older than her mother; in those days Peggy and Wilson Peabody had a strained relationship.
Wilson Peabody was a rich, nice, and friendly man, very protective with his family and focused on his business; Peggy on the other hand was always full of activity with her job as a lawyer and always busy with her friends, most of them women.
When Peggy decided to travel to South America Wilson accompanied her with goodwill to help the poor people of those places; but they had to come back to the states in a hurry when Mabel was attacked; and it was here where he changed becoming a bitter and prickly man, who died 12 years after they return to New York.
In Helena’s mind, she clearly remembers the turning point of the events; it was a dark evening when her mother and father fought, after Peggy had come late from work, Helena was in her bedroom but could hear them discussing trying to avoid shouting, in her mother’s studio.
The next day she poked around her mother’s studio, finding a torn picture; since that day, Wilson hid in his bedroom which no longer shared with his wife; a few years later the man passed Peggy remained secluded in her studio focused on her job for several weeks. That was the image about her parents, that Helena always had in her mind; several times she asked her mother what was that she and her father argued about that night years back, but Peggy never answered.