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    Louisiana Lady
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    Louisiana Lady

    By Marilyn Parman

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    LOUISIANA LADY By Marilyn Parman was written at the request of her late friend, Carol Lee from Friday Harbor,
    Washington, who passed away a number of years ago. The story was partially based on the lives of someone whom she knew, however, it is primarily fiction and is narrated by Carolyn Pevateaux, a lady from the old Cajun culture that existed in Louisiana. The story is one of suspense and exposes some of the abuses against women and children that were not that uncommon during those early days in many places and still can be found in some places in the United States as well as many other places in the world.

    The ending is a total surprise but resolves nicely and there is an epilogue to bring the reader current to some issues that also needed a solution.

    For every book that is sold, the author plans to give a dollar to the most effective charitable organization that protects and helps women and children when they are victims of violence or sexual assault.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateApr 29, 2010
    ISBN9781449092184
    Louisiana Lady
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    Marilyn Parman

    Marilyn Parman is a professional musician, a virtuoso contrabass soloist, chamber, and symphony performer. She also has a history of other accomplishments in physics, competition swimming, and sailing. She also loves to ski.

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      Book preview

      Louisiana Lady - Marilyn Parman

      ©2013 Marilyn Parman. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 1/8/2013

      ISBN: 978-1-4490-9217-7 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4490-9218-4 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2010902722

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid.

      The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      FOREWORD

      CHAPTER ONE

      Jambalaya Jungle

      CHAPTER TWO

      Shake

      CHAPTER THREE

      Fork in the Road

      CHAPTER FOUR

      Re-United in Six Years

      CHAPTER FIVE

      Without a Paddle

      CHAPTER SIX

      SWAMP RATS

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      FLY AWAY FROM HOME

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      Bizarre Revelation

      CHAPTER NINE

      Divine Intervention and the Great Escape

      CHAPTER TEN

      The Trial

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      Calm Before the Storm

      CHAPTER TWLEVE

      Ode to Justice

      FOREWORD

      LOUISIANA LADY by Marilyn Parman was written at the request of her late friend, Carol Lee from Friday Harbor, Washington, who passed away. The story was partially based on the lives of someone whom she knew; however, it is primarily fiction and is narrated by Carolyn Pevateaux, a lady from the old Cajun culture that existed in Louisiana. The story is one of suspense and exposes some of the abuses against women and children that were not that uncommon during those early days in many places and still can be found in some places in the United States as well as many other places in the world.

      Carolyn Pevateaux had diminished self esteem and generally blamed herself for the abuse that she suffered as well as the abuse that her children suffered. This is not unlike many other women who suffer abuse without trying to leave their abuser.

      The story also depicts the effects of spousal abuse on the children who witness such abuse. In this case it details the efforts at escape and how the media public assumptions can further endanger the lives of the victims especially with the help of a clever abuser who is a minister with a sociopathic personality covered in his veil of charisma and pious attitude.

      Marilyn Parman plans on donating half of her net proceeds after costs have been met.

      CHAPTER ONE

      Jambalaya Jungle

      Oh my God! I cannot believe that this has happened. As I heard the gunshot, I thought that I was dreaming. I stared at the living room’s teal blue carpet stained with blood as the light from the window was shinng on that spot. What happened to mess up so many lives? Where did the shot come from? Who shot? We had no guns in there. Maybe God did it or worse, maybe the devil did it, because I hated Danny so much. My momma always said to never hate anybody, because to hate means to wish they were dead. So, was I a murderer now, myself? Dear God, I prayed If I am the murderer or if I helped in this murder, please forgive me. The truth was, however, that I was so glad that he was dead. He could no longer hurt my precious children, Abby or Debbie, or someday maybe even little Tammie. My real sin might have been my lifestyle when my children were growing up. Momma always said that our children learn from our example. Perhaps they saw my tolerance of abuse and thought that was the burden expected of women or maybe that created an inferiority complex because our home life was a far cry from normal. I subjected myself to rigid self-examination and analysis because I needed immediate resolution.

      Many more thoughts went racing through my head as I tried to find answers. It seemed like I used to be so stupid. I wish I had known then what I know now. But as the saying goes, Hindsight is always 20/20.

      As is customary for Cajuns, I was raised a Catholic and I was expected to marry a Catholic. My father introduced me to a young man, Pete, who was a good Catholic. I was only sixteen years old. He expected me to marry him the following year when I was seventeen, but I really did not love him as I always thought that I should have.

      As I was discussing this problem with my momma, she mentioned a surprising thing. A wife can always learn to love her husband, even if she did not love him at all in the beginning. She said it was a matter of putting my mind to it even if I had to pretend that my husband was somebody else for a while, if that would be helpful for me. Then she confided in me that this was how she dealt with my daddy. I was truly shocked. In those days it was believed that wives had one purpose in life -- to bear children.

      Not wanting to cause problems or confrontation with my father, I married Pete in June of 1953 in a small church there in my hometown of Metairie, Louisiana, and became a part of Pete’s conservative Catholic family. Pete, my late husband, was no exception to that belief. He ruled the house with an iron fist and I was kept at home, barefoot and pregnant. Our wedding vows included that I must obey my husband, so I took that to mean that I had no rights. This idea did not set well with me, but as my Momma always said: Once you make your bed, you must lie in it.

      This part of my story drifts back to May of 1958 when I only had two children -- both girls -- two and a half year-old Laura and four year-old Abby. We lived on Shoreline Parkway in New Orleans. Shoreline Parkway ran alongside of Lake Pontchartrain. We had only been living there for a few months after moving from Metairie. I loved living there, because I could watch the sailboats coming and going all day long. One day I was in a particularly happy mood after watching the boats. Today calls for something very special, I remember thinking. I decided to bake a strawberry rhubarb pie. After all, this was Pete’s favorite dessert in the whole world. I baked the pie and did my housekeeping chores and then planned for dinner. Dinner included jambalaya and twice baked potatoes with cheese. Momma advised that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, so I knew that I must become the best cook around here.

      Dinner was done by 4:30 and I just needed to keep it warm until Pete got home. It began to grow very late and darkness had set in but Pete had not yet come home. My body shook and I felt sick. Nervously, I fed Abby and Laura their dinner and I gave them their baths. They liked to look at their books and I would read to them sometimes. Tonight they were looking at their storybooks that I had read to them so much that they both had them memorized, so they were reading to each other.

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