[...]... What neither of them could know, as the school secretary ushered them into the classroom, was that for as long as they lived, their lives would be inextricably entwined, and that though for the most part they would be best friends, they would also sometimes be enemies Beyond her imagination was that both of them would enslave a king and that one of them would marry him Dean_ 9780767930574_6p_all_r2.indd... sure Pamela never speaks to us and then we’ll never get invited to a duke’s house for tea.” This was something none of them had thought of, and, even for Mabel, it settled the matter Mad as they were at Bessie Wallis for cheating them all of the chance of becoming Pamela’s best friend, none of them was going to run the risk of being ostracized by the only duke’s daughter they were ever likely to meet Also,... It was the summer of 1905 and they were on Rosemont’s terrace playing jacks “Bryn Mawr?” As Pamela scooped up four jacks, Bessie Wallis stared at her Dean_ 9780767930574_6p_all_r2.indd 11 6/15/12 1:42 PM 12 / REBECCA DE A N “Of course.” Pamela missed catching the ball “What other school is there to go to?” Bessie Wallis picked up the ball, but she didn’t continue with the game There were three other schools... no longer a part of it The last thing she heard as she escaped from the room was her mother snapping defiantly, “Then there’s only one answer to that, Bessie!” Sick with apprehension, Bessie Wallis ran up to the bedroom she shared with her mother, slammed the door behind Dean_ 9780767930574_6p_all_r2.indd 15 6/15/12 1:42 PM 16 / REBECCA DE A N her, and, sitting cross-legged on the bed, put her hands... myself, so spill the beans.” They were lying on the grass at the side of Rosemont’s tennis court Bessie Wallis rolled over onto her back Once it had become known that her address had changed from West Chase Street to the far less salubrious Preston Apartment House, all her classmates had been told by their parents that it was beneath them to visit her there Some of them had even told her they were no longer... lips, and when she left the room after snuffi ng out the lamp, the scent of violets would leave the room with her Then would come hours Bessie Wallis hated, for she never could do as she’d been asked and go to sleep and have nice Dean_ 9780767930574_6p_all_r2.indd 19 6/15/12 1:42 PM 20 / REBECCA DE A N dreams Instead she would lie awake in the darkness, overcome by the fear that her mother might never come... on the bed, put her hands over her ears Minutes later her mother raced up the stairs and flung the door open “We’re leaving!” she announced, dragging a portmanteau from the bottom of their closet “I don’t have to be spoken to by my elder sister as if she’s my mother!” She began opening drawers, scooping up their contents and tossing them into the portmanteau “But where will we go, Mama? Where will we... packed them on top of their underclothes “Uncle Sol is just going to have to increase our allowance, Bessie Wallis.” Bessie Wallis’s tummy turned a hideous somersault It was so her mother wouldn’t have to do such a thing that she hadn’t asked if she could go to Bryn Mawr Her mother squashed down the lid of the portmanteau and Dean_ 9780767930574_6p_all_r2.indd 16 6/15/12 1:42 PM T HE SH A DOW QUEEN /... 6/15/12 1:42 PM T HE SH A DOW QUEEN / 17 fastened the buckles on its leather straps “Stop looking as if it’s the end of the world,” she said spiritedly, as if their leaving Chase Street were an adventure, “and let’s be on our way.” In a sea of misery, Bessie Wallis followed her out of the room and down the stairs Aunt Bessie was waiting for them in the hall, her face anguished “I wish you’d start acting... between her mother and Uncle Sol just before she and her mother had left East Preston Street She remembered Uncle Sol’s angry desperate voice and the sound of her mother crying, and she knew one thing for sure Even if Uncle Sol was in love with her mother, her mother most defi nitely wasn’t in love with Uncle Sol Dean_ 9780767930574_6p_all_r2.indd 13 6/15/12 1:42 PM 14 / REBECCA DE A N The subject was . Cataloging-in-Publication Data Dean, Rebecca, 1943– The shadow queen : a novel of Wallis Simpson, Duchess of Windsor / Rebecca Dean. — 1st ed. p. cm. 1. Windsor,. him that the king had made him a Knight of the Garter, which was, her grandmother had said, the highest honor in the whole of the kingdom. Another of