Short Story: The Odd Happenings In New Orleans

The strains of the odd happenings in New Orleans had so obviously torn the city at it's seams that Florence had to question her sister's decision about moving them here. It seemed a wretched place to invest their newly adopted bank account, and she personally missed the funny poshness of the British elite. After forcing herself to get settled and fixing up the building that now stood proudly as Baker Radio Station, the month seemed to have went by without so much as a whisper of the strangness in New Orleans. It had been tearing at Florence's usually contained curiosity and she knew that Esther wasn't doing much better. It was only natural for the Baker sisters to stick their nose in things. Overall, New Orleans ended up rubbing off on her by the end of her first month. She

Not to mention her voice was being broadcast across all of New Orleans and she rather enjoyed bringing up the things New Orlean natives refused to mention. When the invitation arrived, it seemed like the perfect opprotunity to move away from her spot on the outskirts of New Orlean money to the inside. It was far above what she experienced in Britian where she and her sister were nothing but social shadows. Esther being the only sister with sound judgment tried to convince her not to attend, after all a tea party wasn't as serious as Florence thought it was. But Florence was already far past convincing and she would attend with or without her sister. She arrived lonely at the country club wearing [i][url=https://68.media.tumblr.com/6438210eddf5217c451be62e3094cc5b/tumblr_ngaslcy3rD1qiu1coo1_1280.jpg]a red dress [/url][/i] that most ceartainly did not match the mood, but she was either unaware of that fact or unbothered. Despite her deteremined words, she began to get the jitters at the thought of not having her sister to help her conversations stay on