Welcome to another episode of Annotated Royal Street. I'll get all my archives straightened out one of these days, but in the meantime here are a few "Easter Eggs" and other notes from Chapter 9. You can click on the tab to read earlier "episodes."
Okay, in the beginning of this chapter, DJ's on the run from Jean Lafitte, who throws another knife at her and breaks the stained glass windows in her front door. The model for this door came from my own house. It was made of cypress (the house was built in 1901, so it was the original door), and I absolutely loved it. If Jean Lafitte had broken my door, I'd go after him, too! For the life of me, I can't find a photo of my door--I know it's around somewhere--but here's a very similar one from another house in New Orleans. Similar house, too, and this is very much like I imagine DJ's house looking. (Mine didn't have a porch but DJ's does.) So you can kind of see the door.
I give a nod to the terrier in this chapter, comparing Jean's gloating with that of a terrier who'd caught a troublesome rat. I have a terrier, and I know them well. Smartest, most exasperating dogs on God's green earth. Meet Shane. At age 13, she's slowed down a lot. But she's still smarter than me, which would be scary if she had opposable thumbs.
Warin is a Germanic name meaning "warrior," and Alexander is a warrior name, so I didn't name Alex after a family member. I decided to make Alex and Jake's families come from Picayune, Mississippi, which my friends and I used to go to every few weeks to shop at Hudson's (a closeout place) and eat catfish at Huck Finn's. Picayune's about an hour north of New Orleans, just across the Mississippi state line. Trivia: Alex's mother Norma is of Cajun descent and her family comes from around LaFourche Parish. In a nod to her Acadian heritage, she gave Alex the middle name of Basile. Feel free to make fun of him; DJ does.
That's it for this chapter! I'll pick it up with chapter 10 in a few days.