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This story is No. 20 in the series "Waifs and strays". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Joyce takes her daughters on visits to the redoubtable lady she named her eldest daughter after

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Buffy and Buffy

Author’s Note:

Thanks very much to my Beta’s, Letomo and EllandrahSylver.

The following ways of notation may be found in this story. This is excluding whatever I need to represent chatting, texting and stuff like that. And you can thank Twilightwanderer for the Abbott and Costello.

yourself be heard.

Speech: “Who’s on first.”

Thought: *What’s on second.*

Vision: #I-don’t-know’s on third.#

Mrs. Dorothy Buffum ‘Buffy’ (or Buff or Buffie) Chandler (19 May 1901 - 6 July 1997) was a Los Angeles personality: vital to the founding of the Los Angeles Music Centre, the first building of which, the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, was named after her.  Editor and director of the Los Angeles Times, patron of the arts, volunteer and fundraiser for the LA Childrens’ Hospital, she was Time’s first Woman of the YEar.  She also led the groundswell and fundraising that saved the Hollywood Bowl. She served for many years as a trustee for the University of California during the time of its greatest expansion.  I hope I’ve portrayed her with the dignity she deserves and apologize to any family members who might be offended.

This scene takes place concurrent with Chapter 16 of Lonely Souls, Familial Repercussions

LA Confidential

Buffy and Buffy

It was a large, low house in the Los Angeles hills and lay in extensive grounds. The big black BMW stopped in front of the pillared building and a large man with a Slavic cast to his countenance got out and opened the rear door. Dawn bounded out, her face cheerful, moving off to investigate a rose bush trimmed to look like a hedgehog, quickly followed by the rather more sedate form of her mother and the excited but restrained Buffy and Willow.

Buffy looked up at the house, smiling. “I always wondered what one of these looked like on the inside. Looks like I'm getting my chance today.”

The double door opened and a tall, elderly woman looked down on the group. “Ms. Summers? My name is Denise Huntington.  Buffy is in the garden, if you would follow me?”

Joyce smiled.  “Thank you, Ms. Huntington.” She reached out and caught Dawn as the girl skipped by, on her way from examining the hedgehog to the rosebush on the other side, which looked like an otter.

“Dawnie, we’re going in. Come on.”

The nine year old nodded and followed, her wide and curious eyes taking in everything around her as they were led through the house. The door opened onto a large foyer and another set of doors allowed access to a hallway that led to the sheltered garden at the rear of the house. An artificial lake and a number of connected ponds, shaded by palm trees and conifers provided a slight cooling to the hot afternoon. Small bridges spanned the streams that connected the pools and islands dotted the larger expanses of water, the two largest carrying a Chinese style tea house and a miniature pagoda respectively. An old, tired looking lady sat on a cushioned wooden bench looking out over the pools, her hands on the head of her cane and her face pensive.

Dawn walked up to the old lady and sat down beside her on the bench. “Good morning, Mrs. Chandler.”

The old lady lifted an amused eyebrow. “Good morning, Miss Summers. Are you going to introduce me?”

Dawn nodded. “These are Buffy and Willow.” She pointed at each in turn. Joyce sighed.

The older Buffy laughed. “Well, pleased to meet you. Denise, I think these young people are not interested in tea. Soda?”

Willow bit her lip. “C-could I have some apple juice? If it isn’t too much trouble?”

Buffy smiled. “Not at all. And I believe you prefer coke, Buffy?” she winked.

Buffy grinned back. “Yeah, thanks,” She sat down and looked at the old lady she had been named for. “You're different from what I expected. I thought you would be all... “

“Uptight?” Buffy Chandler grinned at the blush that rose up Joyce's face. “Don't worry, Joyce. I'm fully aware of what my reputation is bound to be like among the young.”

Young Buffy blushed sheepishly. “Sorry, Mom.”

“THERE'S FISHES!!” Dawn yelped in excitement as she sped down to the water, wheeling her arms to prevent herself falling in.   

A huge white shape swam up to shore, swinging into sight before sinking back down.

Willow bounced to stand next to Dawn. “Oh, was that a Koi?” she exclaimed excitedly.

“Hmm, her name is Morning Mist.” Old Buffy reached for a jar on the table and handed it to young Buffy. “Open that and take it to your sisters, why don't you dear.”

Buffy gave her a sharp look, but Old Buffy merely smiled. She opened the jar and saw small pellets of different colour.

“Fish food. Koi food in particular. I though you might enjoy feeding them. Morning Mist used to allow herself to be petted.”

“Petted?” Dawn asked in astonishment. “Really?”

“Cast some food on the water, hang your hand in it and wait. If she swims up to it, lightly run your fingers over her head and back, don't use your nails.” Old Buffy instructed.

Dawn immediately fell into a lotus position and put her hand in the water.

Willow took a few pellets from the jar Buffy held out and cast them on the water. The yard long white shape swam back up, hovering and then slowly sucking down the food. Then it moved under Dawn's hand and with light, almost reverent fingers, she petted the huge fish.

Willow looked back at Old Buffy. “Are there frogs in the there?” she asked fearfully.

Old Buffy grinned. “Not with this size of Koi, no.” Young Buffy grinned. Willow stuck her hand in the water as well and Buffy cast a few more pellets. Ripples in the water showed the arrival of several more huge Koi, their colour varying from Morning Mist’s pure white to an even larger black one called Shadowboxer to a bright yellow one called Barbie.

The last name elicited some laughter. “Barbie?” Buffy sniggered.

“Should we really cast stones, Buffy dear?” Old Buffy asked with a grin.

Young Buffy shook her head and made a moue. “Not really, no. But for you it's a nickname.”

“You would have preferred Dorothy?” Old Buffy inquired.

“I don't know. I never thought about it. I'm just Buffy,” Buffy looked at her mother. “Mom, would you mind if I changed my name?”

Joyce smiled. “That depends on why and to what. Not on a whim and not to something ridiculous.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Not something ridiculous. Riiiiight....”

Joyce huffed. “Buffy is a perfectly good name.”

Young Buffy winked at Old Buffy. “Sure it is Mom, I bet you were just as stoned after my birth as you were when you… err… cut yourself on the barbecue fork.”       

Mrs. Chandler laughed. “Oh my dear I assure you that it is never a good thing to decide on a new name after giving birth. The name ‘Far too big’ would be given to far too many children.”

“I did not decide on it on a whim,” Joyce said and then sighed. “But Hank hated the name Dorothy, so if I wanted to name you after Mrs. Chandler, it was Buffy. It was that or Eleanor, and Charlotte wanted that for...” Her voice trailed off, sadly.

Buffy wrinkled her nose. “Ah. I didn’t know that. Ummm… Mrs. Chandler?”

“Buffy. Call me Buffy, Buffy,” the old lady insisted, with a twinkle in her eye.

“Would you be very offended if said that you at least had some choice about your name?” Buffy said with a smug look at her mother.

Buffy Chandler laughed. “Choice? My dear girl, I got my name at Prep School! They started calling me that the first day of class, at least you got used to it from an early age.”

Buffy grinned. “Okay, so not much choice for you either. But how did they get from Dorothy to Buffy? I mean, I know it’s short for Elizabeth in some places, I looked it up.”

Willow turned around. “You looked it up? Aha! So you do know how to research!” Then she blushed and turned back to the Koi, muttering about homework.

“Have you been making Willow do your research, Buffy?” Joyce demanded to know.

Buffy blushed slightly. “Just a bit of help, you know, in places…”

Joyce sighed. “We’ll talk about that later.”

Mrs. Chandler laughed. “Well, your research might have shown that I was born Dorothy Mae Buffum. Does that give you an inkling as to how I acquired my nickname?”

Buffy smiled rather sheepishly. “Never thought of that, not even with Dawnie pointing out the name of the Music hall and stuff.”

Joyce grinned and called out. “I’m afraid that she’s not all that good at the research stuff, Willow. Sorry!”

Buffy glared at her mother. “Oh, thank you. Just because a girl doesn’t know how to look up stuff in books doesn’t mean she’s stupid.”

“I never said that you were dear. Just that you lacked practice. I’m sure Willow is more than willing to teach you,” Joyce said placidly. “I’ll ask her to set some time aside for it.”

Buffy opened her mouth to reply snarkily and then closed it to grin ruefully. “Walked right into that one didn’t I?”

Mrs. Chandler laughed. “Yes, you did.”

Buffy bit her lip. “I know Mom named me after you. But I really don’t know very much about you. Can I ask you some questions?”

Buff Chandler looked at her young guest and smiled. “Certainly. What do you want to know?”

Buffy smiled back. “Well, there’s a great big cultural centre named after you, could you tell me how that happened?”

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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