Six Sisters of Shame

Six Sisters of Shame
Liza O’Connor

Identical doesn’t mean the ladies are the same.

The six sisters may look exactly the same, but they are all very different in their likes and personalities. It also shows up in the clothes they wear.

All of these dresses are dresses for young women in 1892. I hunted them down out of hundreds and colored them.
The six sisters are named so you can keep them apart. But as you can tell by their clothes, they truly are different.
The first daughter you meet in the story is Jora, so I put her in the center. All the other sisters like Jora. She is the glue that keeps them from killing each other.  
Ariel is the most fragile of the group. She is an extraordinarily talented musician. That’s all she’s got going for her. She wears loose sleeves that don’t confine her when she plays the piano or violin. 
Next is the sensuous Salice. She is compelled to enjoy life to its fullest. (Thus, the low cut red dress.) 
Next is Alice, her exact opposite. Alice lives by her brain, not her heart. She studies physics and mathematics. Her clothes are utilitarian. 
Then there is Charity, the kindest physician, surgeon, and nurse you’ll ever meet. She dresses demurely and speaks softly. 
And lastly, there is Rose, who paints the most extraordinary paintings, that recently have been telling truths that no one else wants to see. Their father is worried, for he knows the ‘truth’ can destroy their lives faster than even lies can.

Six Sisters of Shame
By Liza O’Connor
In his second marriage, a marriage of true love, Douglas Marsh has acquired six beautiful, identical daughters, who have made a pact never to marry. All are a challenge to the strict mores and interests that young ladies of Victorian England should have, but all are uniquely wonderful. He strives to match his new daughters to men who can appreciate each girl’s talents and interests. Only, one of his daughters wishes to choose for herself, and her choice sets off repercussions that could destroy them all.

Rose woke at five in the morning fully rested with no intention of wasting her time sleeping. She dressed and hurried to the solarium.

She worked with relaxed intensity as she covered her canvas with sumptuous colors. The peachy shape of naked couples made love beneath turquoise flowing trees, yellow grass, and fiery orange blotch bushes. The lascivious couples remained oblivious to the secondary image, a young woman screaming in pain, hidden in the center of the canvas in the branches of the trees.

Each couple lay enraptured in their various acts of love, aware but unconcerned about the other couples. However, none could see the tormented woman created by the environment. She was the sky, the air they breathed, the graceful twist of the trees. They had no idea she screamed.

A hand touched the small of her back and she jumped a foot, dropping her brush and paint tray as fear consumed her. She turned, expecting to face the woman in her canvas.

She gasped with relief upon the sight of David and threw herself into his arms.

His arms tightened around her. “I am so sorry. I never meant to startle you. Douglas suggested I retrieve you for breakfast.”

He tried to set her back so he could see her face. With reluctance, she released him and turned to retrieve her paint tray and brush from the floor.

He insisted upon helping her clean the colorful mess she had made on the Italian tile. With his help, the damage was cleaned in only twice the time it would have taken her alone. But she did not mind. He had come and that was all that mattered. She was to have her special friend, her distraction from the screaming lady of truth.

“Thank God I waited until you stepped away from the painting. Otherwise, I would never be able to forgive myself.” His focus then turned to the painting. “It’s a bit like Cezzane, but more powerful.” He stepped closer and frowned. “Are you aware of the image created by the trees and shrubs?”

She laughed at his question. “The fact you see it implies much about you. Most people would never notice. They will remain occupied by the couples enjoying the pleasures of life and see nothing else.”


Six Sister of Shame

About the Author
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
Humorous, Late Victorian Sleuth Series
A Right to Love (a romantic spinoff)

Spinoff from Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice

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