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Silver Doorknobs

Marian Wuertz Quaglino

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About the Book

Wesley Laborde finds love in a brothel, only to discover that his paramour is interracial, but he loves her and nothing matters. He proposes marriage, and not wanting to tempt fate, Mina refuses and later realizes she is pregnant.

The brothel has no use for her now, but the heartbeat under her breast belongs to the man she loves, the small fetus must sustain, his child will be hers to cherish, and that’s satisfaction enough. She can never have him, she knows that, and with agony in her heart perception governs her head. She forsakes the only love that has ever touched her and leaves the brothel.  

            But unknown roads are many, black heritage is a destructive force, and consciously, she stares into a mirror, tearfully, measuring fate. But aware that her complexion is equal to the color of a ripened peach, and remembering that even Dora couldn’t tell, courage determines her podium. 

To support her child, she becomes a dressmaker in a white world, and after two years associating with wealthy Caucasian women, nimble fingers and proficient sketches that she has mastered become her greatest assets. Venturing into a small enterprise, her designs are recognized, and somehow luck nourishes the fancy. Mina Ledet thrives for six wonderful years, far beyond heritage, little realizing that the arranged impression will eventually lead Wesley Laborde directly to her doorstep.

 

About the Author

I’ve never written, nor, have I ever thought about writing, especially, a novel, and at eighty years of age, my medulla oblongata, had probably, experienced a little tug. I’ve been working with this incredulous tale for three years, and most of my time has been spent editing. I am eighty-three now, and have managed this enterprise on my own. Long hours are poured into this story, nothing was easy, and during intervals, I’ve had my share of despair. But I’ve come to the end now, and good, bad or indifferent, should you undertake reading though these pages, I would appreciate a response.

  

The contents might surprise you!

 

Thank you.

 

Marian Wuertz Quaglino

maquag@bellsouth.net

 

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“Wess look at me! Sure! I’m fair, I can easily pass for White, but I know, I’m a Negro. That will stay with me forever. My mother is Cecilia Chopin Ledet, a mulatto woman. My father was a White man, but I never knew him. I have no identification. I don’t even know if Ledet was my father’s name. When I was old enough to understand, I realized my mother was never married to the man she said was my father. I only know what I was told. Wess! Can’t you understand? My life is a mess!” Tears rolled down her face, she bemoaned her uncertain fate and for twenty-five years, bittersweet dreams crowded her existence.

 

"I think, words like octoroon, quadroon and mulatto are words of compromise, just to divide races. People like me don’t belong anywhere. Why do I have to live my entire life begrudging a beginning that I couldn’t prevent? Why can’t I decide to live the way I want to and be accepted for what I am? Everyone I meet thinks I’m White. I can’t deny what I am, and if I marry you, I’m not going to admit it either.” She carried that indelible bond of resentment and held fast to what she believed.