“But it wasn’t the future he wanted,” I said.
“He wanted money,” she said flatly. “He wanted to be lord and master of the manor. He wanted every single person who’d laughed at him in high school for smelling like manure to come crawling to him for money and then he’d turn them down and laugh in their faces.”
I blinked. That didn’t sound like the Stan I’d known. And yet . . . and yet . . . he turned down almost everyone who’d come to him for a loan. He’d bought and renovated that huge house up in the hills, its windows showing little but lake and property that he owned. Lord and master.
“Do you know how he got started as a developer?” I asked.
Audry gave a smile, but it wasn’t a pretty one. “Unfortunately, yes.”
I swallowed. I’d liked Stan. I didn’t want to learn things about him that weren’t nice; I wanted to remember him as my exuberant friend who tried hard to get good things done. “What do you mean?”
“Stan’s mother died when he was in grade school, complications from another pregnancy if you can believe it. His dad died the year he graduated high school.” She looked pensive. “In April, during maple syrup season. He had a heart attack out in the sugar bush. Stan was the one to find him.”
“That must have been hard.”
She gave me a sardonic look. “You’d think, wouldn’t you? By the next spring, Stan had sweet-talked his sisters out of their share of the farm, got it put in his name only, and sold it to a man he’d found from downstate who had big dreams about turning the property into some kind of ski resort. Stan took off for Florida with the money and his sisters never talked to him again.”
My jaw went slack. “Stan stole the family farm from his sisters?”
“That’s not the way he looked at it. He said he’d pay them back. With interest.”
“Did he?”
“Eventually.” She made a gesture that suggested frustration, sadness, and tolerance. “He always needed more money, Stan did. Another property he needed to buy, another building with great potential, another whatever. By the time he got around to repaying his sisters, he had buckets of money to spare, but the damage was permanent. They took the money, of course,” she said with a twisted smile, “but they wouldn’t talk to him. Not even after he bought them houses and who knows what else.”
Just as Caroline had said. “Did you go with Stan to Florida?”
Her merry peal of laughter filled the porch. “No, I didn’t go to Florida. Stan was a good-looking son of a gun, but I got over that two weeks into the marriage. And once he sold the farm? I was done. Smartest thing I ever did was divorce that man and find my Bill.”
“How did Stan take your divorcing him?”
She snorted. “The way I heard it, he found a second wife before he’d unpacked his suitcase down there in Florida. If a man gets money, he can get a wife, easy enough.”
“You weren’t interested in his money?”
She gestured to the stupendous view. “I’ve woken up to this every day for almost fifty years. How could I get any richer? And Stan came back to this, in the end. Who’s to say which one of us was more successful?”
I looked at the green hills and the arching blue sky above, felt the peace and the calm, breathed in the clean air, heard nothing except birds and the rustle of leaves on the trees. Who indeed?
“So,” I said, “the feud started when Stan sold the family farm?”
“I wouldn’t call it a feud, really.” Audry considered her lemonade. “More of an ‘us against Stan’ attitude. His sisters all hated him and taught their children to hate him.”
“And unto the next generation?”
“I imagine.” She sighed.
Up until that point, I hadn’t considered her as old, but she suddenly looked every inch of her seventy years. I knew I should leave, but there were questions I needed to ask. “Are his sisters still alive?”
“Goodness.” Audry squinted at the horizon. “Four of them moved either downstate or out of state years ago. The other two . . . ? I really have no idea. One moved to Petoskey, the other down to Traverse City.”
I studied her, wondering if she truly didn’t know or if she was protecting a friend. “Do you know anything about Stan’s nieces and nephews? The great-nieces and nephews? Do any of them live in Chilson?”
She gave a small shrug. “I know almost nothing about that group. About all I know is that whole family tended toward having lots of children, and they liked naming the children all with the same first letter. Don’t ask me why, it’s just what they did.”