Rings of Honor

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Lindy could swear she still smelled like bleach and hair dye even though she had acquired her new look a week before. Gone were her chocolate truffle tresses, now replaced with an electric blue bob. ‘Might as well hide in plain sight’ she told her mother when she questioned her bold choice. Having r...

Warren, Emily, Will, and Lindy Van der Lindt were dead. Officially. Detective Lightfoot began handing out their new lives. Social security numbers, birth certificates, passports. Lindy refused to even look at the large manila envelope as her hand absently traced the dark bruise on her chest where De...

The Friday before Thanksgiving marked an energetic exodus for the students at Dartmouth College. Everyone piled into vehicles with cast quantities of dirty laundry and shouted their temporary goodbyes to one another. The Van der Lindts were no different. Save, perhaps, for Lindy’s preoccupation with...

Will drove, Lindy called their parents, and a few hours later, the entire Van der Lindt family sat in an interview room of the local police station. Mercifully, the elder Van der Lindts looked over the glaringly obvious problematic situation that brought them to their present circumstances: Lindy ha...

Lindy settled easily into college life. She quickly made friends, did well in her classes, even caught the eye of an admirer or two. True to his word, Will checked in on her often. They even had an elective course together and typically went to lunch after, catching up on the week’s events and simul...

It seemed as though the summer was over in the blink of an eye and Lindy and Will were set to start the fall semester, naturally at the same school, of their freshman and junior years, respectively. As they helped load the last of their things into Will’s car, Warren and Emily Van der Lindt fought b...

The car ride home was a true test of Will’s patience. As soon as her pool soaked bottom hit the car seat, Lindy whined and complained the entire way. She insisted she was too cold and needed the heater, then the heater was too hot and she needed the AC, the seat belt was uncomfortable, Will did not ...

The Donovan house was complete madness. There were kids everywhere. On balconies, in the pool, flooding nearly every room in the house and even spilling out into the front lawn. The music was loud, underage drinking was rampant, neighbors were grumbling. In the eyes of the party goers, a great succe...

“Henrietta Penelope Van der Lindt…” The crowd cheered as Lindy crossed the stage to receive the blank, rolled up piece of paper that was to symbolize her diploma. The real thing would come in the mail later. There were chants of ‘Lindy! Lindy!’ and only one ‘Alright, Henny Penny!’ She smiled and sho...

“Please, don’t cry, Henny Penny!” Little Will Van der Lindt pleaded with his sister. A nearly two year old Lindy sat on the ground, sobbing over a scraped knee. Will sat down next to her and gently put his arms around her. She leaned into her big brother and continued to wail and wail until Emily ca...

Back in the ICU, things were frighteningly quiet. Nurses very carefully moved about, trying to check on all the babies. Most were under UV lamps, others on warming tables. Only one was currently in need of oxygen. Most of the maternity nurses were set to task holding the babies that were supposed to...

In the NICU, Lindy was quickly put under an oxygen hood and kept under close observation. Almost immediately, she started showing signs of improvement. She didn’t cry or fuss. She began looking around and kicking now and then. She would yawn and stretch luxuriously. Even her color was better. The ma...

Henrietta Penelope Van der Lindt was born with her cord wrapped around her neck. Twice. Doctors and nurses moved about the delivery room with tense expressions and hushed tones. Even after they had cut the cord away, freeing her, she still didn’t make a sound. She was lethargic and unresponsive. Her...

William Nilson Van der Lindt was two and a half years old when he became a big brother, a duty he took directly to heart. His mother spent months preparing him for his little sister’s arrival with promises of big boy tasks such as holding the burp cloth and fetching clean diapers. He was so excited ...

Warren Pierce Van der Lindt IV was a legacy. He was named for his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. Every one of them a man’s man. The kind of men who had martinis for lunch and made business deals over cigars at the country club. Men who knew how to put a woman in her place and turn a boy...