“Forgive me—”
He stopped her lips with another kiss. He sucked her breath into his lungs. Pressing his good hand to the back of her head, holding her in place, he devoured her mouth. Then he broke away from her lips, gasping for air. “Chloe, my Chloe,” he murmured.
Chloe felt his passion for her and yielded to him, not pulling away. “I’ll take you, Roarke, just as you are. Will you take me just as I am?” She pressed her face against him, reveling in the roughness of his wool suit jacket and the latent strength of his broad shoulders, shoulders that could carry heavy burdens.
That’s your courage, Roarke.
“Yes.” He tightened his hold on her, reveling in her softness. “I’ll take you just as you are.”
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Chloe whispered. She lifted her face, asking for another kiss. Roarke obliged and left her shimmering with the need for him. The long, lonely, fearful time of separation was over. They would find their way together.
She and Roarke had come home. Just as they were. Just in time.
W
ars are the locomotives of history” is a truth that can’t be denied. Wars force humans to make advancements in weaponry and medical technology. And they put the fighting-age generation through a fiery furnace that forever changes them and, hence, their society. To me, the twentieth century started with WWI and not the arbitrary date of 1900. A living example, Chloe led a completely different life before WWI than she did after it.
Also, two new amendments to the Constitution at the beginning of the twenties—women’s suffrage and prohibition—ushered in vast societal changes. Women started voting—a good thing. But the prohibition amendment actually had the opposite effect on society than it was supposed to—it closed the male domain of the old-time saloon, but the nightclub took its place and made cocktails popular for women as well as men. The generation that had been told they were fighting in the “War to End All Wars” returned from that first brutal modern conflict—with air battles, mustard gas, machine guns, and tanks—disillusioned and ready to drown their sorrows in bathtub gin. So criminals organized and reaped huge profits from speakeasies while the FBI grew stronger, trying to stop the illicit trade.
The “Lost Generation” of the twenties took nothing seriously if it could help it and flaunted its new freedom with bobbed hair, rouged lips, short skirts, and automobiles. For the first time, the name of Freud and the word
sex
worked its way into modern conversation. Couples stopped courting and started dating—shocking their elders by kissing people they had no intention of marrying. They danced the wild Charleston and the Black Bottom to honky-tonk jazz. Chloe, Roarke, Kitty, and Drake all portrayed the different ways Americans coped with this new age.
Finally, WWI was the first war in which American black men were drafted in larger numbers as citizen soldiers. Both the South and North were rocked by racial unrest when black men donned uniforms and shed a servile manner. Of course, Minnie portrayed the hope of the disenfranchised black population. She was born into poverty and Jim Crow, but Minnie had dreams and the will to make them come true. Go, Minnie! In the new century, Chloe and Minnie found a way to break through the barriers that had separated their families for generations and Chloe found her greatest joy in seeing her friend’s success.
In the subsequent stories in The Women of Ivy Manor series, these many themes—tyranny, injustice, freedom, equality—will repeat, since they were the great struggles of the twentieth century and continue today. Just check the evening news.
If you are hungry to know more about the fascinating time in history portrayed in
Chloe, Only Yesterday
by Frederick Lewis Allen is the classic guide to the twenties. Great nonfiction that reads like fiction.
1. What historical facts in the story surprised you? What hadn’t you known that took place in this colorful period?
2. How did Chloe’s life differ before the war versus after the war? Was she the better for having gone through it? Why?
3. Which character did you find most interesting? Why? Would he or she be someone you’d befriend in your own life?
4. Which character did you think was the most pivotal to the storyline? Why?
5. Chloe’s Granny Raney was very important in her life. Was there anyone in your past who influenced you for good? For evil? Is there anyone you are trying to influence for the better here and now?
6. Chloe found comfort and direction for her life in an old hymn. Do you have any songs or verses that are special in your life? Which ones and why?
7. There were four men in Chloe’s life—her father, Theran, Roarke, and Drake. How would you characterize each? How are they different? The same?
8. Which man appealed to you most? Why? Which did you dislike the most? Why?
9. Kitty was Chloe’s best friend, but in the end, Kitty left, stealing Jamie from Chloe. What clues point to why Kitty did this? What do you think compelled her to wound Chloe like this?
10. Chloe’s moment of decision came in Paris in 1929. Have you experienced a similar moment in your life? Did it change things for the better or the worse?
Lyn Cote (pronounced “co-tee”) is the award-winning author of a number of historical novels including
Echoes of Mercy
and
Lost in His Love.
She was born in Texas, grew up in Illinois on the shores of Lake Michigan, and raised two children in Iowa. A full-time writer, she now lives in northern Wisconsin with her husband and two cats.
If you would like to contact the author with more questions, please e-mail her at [email protected] or write to P. O. Box 864, Woodruff, WI, 54568. Also you might want to visit her Web site at www.BooksbyLynCote.com for more information about the other titles in The Women of Ivy Manor series.
AN EXCERPT FROM
BETTE
BOOK TWO IN THE WOMEN OF IVY MANOR
Tidewater Maryland, April 1936
B
ette screamed herself awake. She jerked up in her bed. A feeble glow outside her window pierced the predawn gray. Her heart pounded hard and fast. She fought for air. What? What had happened?
A second blast exploded outside.
Gretel’s scream joined another of hers. Her friend lay in the trundle bed beside her.
“Was ist los?”
Bette heard the sound of bare feet pelting down the hardwood hallway and then down the steps. Her mother’s voice called out, “Roarke, wait! Get your gun first!”
Bette tossed back the covers and nearly landed on Gretel. “Come on!” She grabbed her friend’s hand and dragged her from their bedroom. Mother was before them, racing down the stairs to the foyer. “Mother!” Bette screeched, afraid her mother might run outside into danger.
“Wait!” Mother held up both hands to stop them. Bette and Gretel halted near the middle of the staircase, both winded and panting.
Her stepfather hurried from the rear of the house, his rifle in his good hand. “All of you stay in here till I see what’s out there.” He threw open the door. Cold damp air rushed in and they all saw it at once.
A cross burned on their wide and long front lawn.
Bette gasped so sharply that her tongue slammed against the back of her mouth, nearly making her gag.
“Was ist los?”
Gretel repeated in a hollow voice.
Shock and fear shimmered through Bette. She tightened her grip on Gretel’s hand. “It’s the Klan,” she whispered.
At this, Gretel pressed herself close to Bette as if seeking refuge.
Her stepfather stalked outside.
“No, Roarke, they might—” Mother’s voice was overcome by a blast from stepfather’s rifle.
“Come out, you lousy cowards!” he roared. “Show yourselves and face me like men!”
Silent night was the only response.
“Cowards!” he shouted. He stalked to the cross and, using the butt of his rifle, he beat it to the ground. It sizzled in the early morning dew. Bette knew she’d never forget the sound—a hissing like a poisonous snake. A snake poised to strike them.