Tales of the Blind

Who’s who
Mother: Marielle Boutille Dyase

Father: Rushford Dyase

Victorien Lyon Boutille – Marielle’s mother, (who insists that Sterling still use her childhood name, Grandmama, for her)

My childhood was one of relative luxury—meaning I wasn’t spoiled, but I was never told I couldn’t have something because we couldn’t afford it. My father was a successful businessman while my mother worked part-time at one of the local elementary schools. My mother did not have to work, but she felt she needed to do something more than just the charity work that the other society ladies did. My mother was one of the Rensselaer Boutilles—as rich as other families, but of high enough ranking that Grandmama Victorien’s Summer Social was one of the highlights of the societal calendar. If you suddenly do not receive an invitation to it after long years of attendance, you know you have somehow offended her or the family.

My mother married for love and was lucky to find someone with comparable financial standing as well. It was scandalous to marry someone with less wealth than you, since the person could be assumed to be only marrying you for your money. Father made such a good impression on Grandmama with his behavior toward her and the family before courting my mother that she mostly ignored the fact that he was not from old money and his wealth was all self-made.

Both my parents made me aware that wealth was not everything in life: I should not let it and artificial standards prevent me from choosing to live life by my own rules. They also showed me that work wasn’t beneath anyone, including me. I just had to find something I enjoyed that made some sort of difference in the world even if it was just for one other person.
Grandmama had great hopes for me becoming a well-bred society lady, but I had other plans. I let her have a coming-out party in honor of my introduction to society, but once I had stayed long enough to be able to politely leave, I and my ruffled ball gown booked it. After several attempts to pair me with what she felt were eligible bachelors of the proper ranks and my refusals (wealth doesn’t compensate for a lack of intelligence or the lack of conversational skills on topics other than money), Grandmama gave up on me. She said it was because I had too much of my father in me that I failed to be a proper socialite. I still take that as a compliment more than the mild insult I assume she meant it to be.

I know my way well around the family parties; I’ve been going to them since I could walk around alone. I first met my cousin Ainsley at one of these parties. He thought because he was a little taller he could boss me around—a few well-placed mud pies on his crisp, white shirt quickly had him thinking differently. He and I became friends of a sort after a while; there are only so many children to play with at these adult parties. Although he still sometimes gets too big for his britches and needs a pin to pop his inflated ego, he can be helpful in a tough situation. He also thinks it’s hilarious that Grandmama can’t make me into the perfect lady—he says that her perfect occupation for me is the be the trophy wife of some millionaire whose only two jobs are charity work and carrying the leash of some ugly purebred dog with a five word name that will inevitably be shortened to “bad dog” when it pees on the hall carpet or chews through my Jimmy Choo boots. I counter this with that her perfect occupation for him is to be the millionaire carrying two leashes, one for the ugly purebred bitch and one for the dog.

I attended a private school since even if I was not to be a proper lady, Grandmama was determined I would have the best education money could buy. My parents sent me there because it had the highest attendance to university after graduation as compared to the surrounding schools. Upon graduation, I entered University of Delaware, double majoring in criminal justice and psychology with a minor in forensics. It took a lot of hard work and focus on my part, but I graduated in four years and afterward was accepted to the police academy.

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