You’ve seen this book here before, but bear with me because ….. SATURDAY IN SERENDIPITY is on sale at Amazon for $0.99 cents. These stories of love rediscovered—Three Strikes Thursday; Two On Tuesday; and One Fateful Friday—take place around the week end of a twenty year high school reunion in Serendipity, Vermont.
Among the six heroes and heroines, the most memorable character for me to write was Aaron Goodwin, the anti-hero who wreaked havoc in Two On Tuesday.
I’ll let him tell you more about it.
Where are you from, Aaron?
Born and raised in Serendipity, Vermont on the shores of Lake Champlain. Lived there all of my life.
When the idea of a twenty-year high school reunion came up, you made a point to invite Blane Weston back home to attend. Why her?
Yeah, she is one hot babe. She’s a Serendipity High School graduate, you know. At any rate, reuniting with her was my primary goal when I talked the lady into coming home for a visit. Heh, heh, yes sir, I had big plans for me and that cutie the reunion week-end. Aside from the looks, turned out she had brains as well. Made a name for herself in the construction industry. Owns her own company somewhere around Denver. Imagine that. A woman being a success in a man’s world. Who’d a thought? Anyway, having dabbled some in real estate myself, I figured me and Blane could, you know, establish a relationship at the reunion. And, if some lucrative property deals resulted as well, so be it. If you get my drift.
So what happened?
Good question. I guess the day before she was supposed to leave for our reunion, she met this guy at one of her job sites. Some hotshot investment guru who wanted to talk business. She said she knew all about him, said he was too much into hostile takeovers for her tastes and turned him down flat. So what does he do? Follows her here to Serendipity, crashes our reunion. For what? Thinking he could change her mind?
How did the plans you had work out for you?
Not worth a crap. Every time I managed to get her alone, this Durand character showed up to, well, show me up.
What did you think the first time you saw Blane and Matt together?
Geez. He was one arrogant SOB, stepping into my territory. I don’t know how he did it, but he somehow proceeded to monopolize my date’s time the entire week-end. He didn’t graduate with us. In my opinion, he had no business being at our reunion. Look, here’s the deal. A reunion, by definition, is a reuniting. The coming together of a group which has been separated for a length of time. Yeah. I looked it up in the dictionary.
I’m almost afraid to ask this but….what was your second thought?
It’s going to be one heck of a long week-end.
Did you think it was love at first sight for them?
Who cares? But, I gotta say, judging by her reaction to the guy, at least what I saw, she was more than professionally involved. Listen. Around me she’s a no nonsense, all business, stand up kind of woman. Around him, she was all hot flashes and hormones. He followed her to Serendipity, you know.
So you’ve said. Why do you think this Matt Durand succeeded where you failed?
Danged if I know. I mean, I was all about showing Blane a good time—let her in on what she missed out on in high school—namely me.
What is the best piece of advice you ever received?
I don’t take advice, I’m an advice giver. I went to the Serendipity Inn for the Sunday brunch as was on the reunion itinerary. Thinking Blane might want to apologize for dumping me the night before. I was even sort of encouraged when she came flying out of the place like it was on fire. Then Durand came flying out right behind her, begging her to let him explain. You’d never catch me doing something like that over some woman.
Obviously not. Which is probably why heroes, not anti-heroes prevail.