The Sand Castle
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It’s August 1952, and seven-year-old Nickel—otherwise known as Nicole—sets off for a day at the beach with her mother, Juts, aunt Wheezie, and eight-year-old cousin Leroy. Chesapeake Bay is beautiful in summer, but Leroy, who recently lost his mother, is frightened of the world around him. While Nickel delights in tormenting her cousin, the group begins work on a magnificent sand castle. And in an effort to coax Leroy out of his shell, the sisters tell stories of their own childhood trips to the shore.
As the sun swings higher in the sky, and uncomfortable family history rises to the surface, Nickel’s taunting escalates until a frightening event draws them back together. It isn’t until years later that Nickel can see that single day at the beach for what it truly was—a life-changing lesson about family and all the pleasure and heartbreak that comes with it.
Beginning with Six of One, Rita Mae Brown’s novels of Southern sisters Juts and Wheezie Hunsenmeir have won critical praise and millions of readers worldwide. Now Brown’s beloved characters from Runnymede, Maryland, “are back and irascible as ever” in The Sand Castle (Publishers Weekly).
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The Sand Castle - Rita Mae Brown
A white-hinged sign with a big red crab painted on it loomed out of the thinning fog.
Jesus.
Mother swerved to the right.
Her sister, Louise, replied sharply, Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord in vain.
I didn’t, you twit, I took his son’s.
The Holy Trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Same.
This is supposed to be a trip to the Bay. If I want religious instruction I’ll go to church.
Well, that’s just it, isn’t it?
Louise was smug. You’re a Lutheran, which is God’s punishment. Otherwise you’d worship at the One True Church.
Mother, sidestepping the bait for a fight dangled by her older sister—just how much older also a ripe subject for contention—shrugged. God will forgive me, that’s His trade.
Louise, pretty in what she deemed her mid-forties, crossed her arms over her chest. She was closer to fifty-two or fifty-three.
Awakened by the swerve, I piped up, How long till we get there?
Not long.
Mother avoided being specific.
Forty-five minutes. If this fog would lift we’d get there faster.
Louise feared driving in fog, which was sensible.
Mother feared nothing. At least that’s what I thought at seven. Although Mother drove, we rumbled along in Aunt Wheezie’s new black Nash with the dull gray interior. I hated the car but kept that opinion to myself. Why would anyone want to drive a car that looked like a cockroach? Even at seven I was a gearhead, which delighted my father and amused my mother. Leroy, still asleep next to me, evidenced no interest in motors even though he was a boy. He’d turned eight in June. I wouldn’t reach that advanced age until November, so those extra months pleased him even if cars did not.
I love the Chesapeake Bay.
Mother smiled as the first sliver of pink appeared on the horizon, the fog thinning in places. Wheeze, remember when Aunt Doney and Uncle Jim took us down here for the Fourth of July? I must have been Nickel’s age.
Louise smiled broadly, Aunt Doney wore so much linen and gauze she looked like an Arab.
She was so fair,
Mother remarked.
I’ll never forget when you and I got tan and she had a hissy. Said we looked like field hands.
Better field hands than cadavers.
Mother felt like someone had told her what to do and how to do it every step of her life and Aunt Doney was no exception.
She had a point, I guess, but we were in our teens then and Coco Chanel started the fad for white clothes in summer, and a tan. Oh, remember that French boater striped top I wore? Blue and white. I just thought that was the most beautiful thing.
It was.
And that’s why I never let you borrow it. You’d have torn it or spilled something on it. Juts, you’re so rough sometimes. Just watching you dance is exhausting.
Mother, when were you and Aunt Wheezie here with Aunt Doney and Uncle Jim?
I think the first time was 1912. Took forever to get here. There used to be a spur line so you could take the train to St. Mary’s. We stayed a whole week.
Aunt Louise, to remind me of what I already knew—because I really liked history—said, A few rich people owned cars as toys. You took a trolley, a train, or a horse-drawn buggy. Didn’t Mrs. Chalfonte get the first car in Runnymede?
No, her brother did. The brother was killed in the war,
Mother replied.
Same war as PopPop?
I asked.
Same war,
Aunt Louise affirmed. I pray to God there will never be another one. It was the war to end all wars.
We know better.
Mother slowed for an S curve. A truck with wooden panels on the sides to hold in its load of hay was lurching toward us from the opposite direction.
World War Two is still World War One.
Aunt Louise stared out the window, the lifting fog now bright pink.
Why?
Didn’t settle the issues the first time.
Aunt Louise, not a keen student of history, paid attention to current affairs and for her these had been current.
War will always be with us. People like to kill each other,
Mother stated flatly.
If the peoples of the world accept Christ, war would end forever.
Aunt Wheezie, how can they accept Christ if they have their own God?
They’re wrong.
This was said with finality and conviction.
Oh.
I didn’t press it mostly because religion fascinated me much less than horses, cars, and history.
Let’s go back to that place for lunch,
Mother suggested.
"It’s forty-five