"Well now," Granddaddy Longchamp exclaimed when he stepped out of the taxi, "the birthday girl!"
"Happy birthday, honey," Edwina cried, as Granddaddy Longchamp kissed me on the cheek and then looked around, his hands on his hips, standing just the way Daddy stood sometimes.
"Hi Gavin," I said, anxiously turning to him.
"Hi." His eyes quickly turned soft, meeting and locking with mine.
"Where's Jimmy?" Granddaddy Longchamp asked, but before I could reply, Daddy appeared in the doorway.
"Hey, Pop, welcome," he cried, coming down to them. He hugged and kissed Edwina and helped them with their bags. Gavin and I followed behind then as we all entered the hotel.
"How was your trip?" I asked Gavin. I tried not to stare at him, but I could see he had grown taller and his face had filled out, so he looked more mature.
"It was long and boring," Gavin replied and then added, "I wish I lived a lot closer to you."
"So do I," I confessed. He flicked a quick smile at me and looked around the hotel lobby. "Anything different?"
"Wait until you see the grand ballroom," I told him.
"You coming up to our suite, Gavin?" Granddaddy Longchamp asked him.
"It's all right. I'll see to your things," his mother said, seeing his reluctance. "He wants to visit with Christie. They haven't seen each other for quite a while," she said and Gavin turned red with embarrassment. I didn't know any boy as shy.
"Thanks, Mom," he muttered and gazed at something on the other side of the lobby.
As soon as Daddy walked off with Granddaddy Longchamp and Edwina, I turned to Gavin.
"Do you want to take a walk through the gardens and to the pool?" I asked. "They're doing a lot of work out there."
"Fine. I bet you have a lot of your school friends coming tonight," he said as we started away.
"Everyone in my class. I didn't have the heart to leave anyone out"
"Oh? Any new friends since your last letter?" he asked tentatively. I knew what he meant: did I have a new boyfriend?
"No," I said. His smile widened and his shoulders rose as he brushed back his long black hair, hair as ebony as Daddy's. He had the longest eyelashes, too, so long and thick they appeared false. "What about you?" I asked.
"Nope," he said. "I'm s
till hanging around with Tony and Doug and Jerry. I didn't tell you, but Doug's sister got engaged and married all in a month," he added as he passed through the rear exit and out to the walkways.
"A month!"
"Well," he said, pausing, "she had to."
"Oh. Is everybody upset?" I asked.
"I guess so. Doug doesn't talk about it much. Every family has its black sheep, I guess. Which reminds me," he said, "is Fern here yet?"
"Uh huh. She cut her hair down to nothing. I don't think Daddy's seen her. She'll be sleeping at the hotel and Aunt Trisha is staying at the house and will be sleeping in her room. Mommy wanted it that way."
"I can't blame her. How's Pauline Bradly? Does she still twirl her hair with her forefinger when she talks to people?" he asked. I laughed.
"She just gets nervous, Gavin. She's really a very shy girl," I explained.
He nodded. When I looked back toward the ocean, I saw that the clouds were beginning to break up. Patches of blue could be seen. That and Gavin's arrival warmed my heart. Gavin knew what I was gazing at; he always teased me about the way the weather affected my moods.
"Sorry for the clouds," he said. "I tried to blow them off, but . . ."