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"At least it won't rain," I said. "It looks like it's clearing."
"It wouldn't dare rain. Are you very excited about your party?" he asked.
"Yes. I'll so glad you could come," I added. "Me too," he said, pausing to look at me. "You look very . . . nice."
"Do I look older? I don't feel older," I said quickly. "Even though everyone is treating ne as if I am."
He studied me with those soft dark eyes for a moment.
"I think you look older," he said. "And prettier," he added. He turned away as soon as he uttered the words, but for me they lingered like the scent of blooming roses. "Hey, isn't that Jefferson on the lawn mower out there?" He waved and Jefferson saw us and urged Buster, the grounds worker, to stop so he could get off and run to us.
"GAVIN!" Jefferson cried. Gavin scooped him up and swung him about.
"How you doing, little nephew?"
"I'm working, Gavin, cutting the grass. Later, I'm going to help repair the steps on the pool. They're chipped."
"Oh, sounds important," Gavin said, winking at me. I was still quivering from the way he had looked at me and had said, "prettier."
"You wanna see? Come on, I'll show you the steps," Jefferson said, clamping his hand around Gavin's. Gavin shrugged helplessly. I followed behind, my head down, my heart in a happy pitter-patter.
How confusing our lives were in so many ways. Gavin and Daddy were half-brothers, and Gavin was therefore my brother Jefferson's uncle, but he was no blood relation to me. He used to tease me, however, and tell me I had to call him Uncle Gavin, because he was technically my step-uncle. Even though we joked about our relationships, the strange union of families made us reluctant to talk about how we really felt about each other. I wondered if we would ever get past that and if we did, wouldn't it just complicate everyone's lives even more?
After Jefferson had shown Gavin the work that had to be done on the pool, he ran back to Buster to complete the cutting of the lawns and Gavin and I were alone again. The wind was blowing the clouds apart faster and faster. Sunlight was beaming down on parts of the hotel and grounds. Gavin and I continued our walk through the gardens, talking about our school work and things we had done since we had last seen each other. We both repeated a great many things we had written in our letters, but it seemed as if he had to keep talking just as much as I had to. The silences that fell between us made us both feel funny. When our eyes met, we would shift our gazes to something else and both try to think of something else to say.
"I guess we better get back," Gavin finally said.
"It's getting late and I’m sure you want to start getting ready."
"I'm suddenly very nervous," I said. "Not for myself as much as I am for Mommy," I added. "She wants this to be a great party."
"It will be. Don't be nervous," he said, smiling and squeezing my hand quickly. My fingers moved toward his when he released them. "Will you save me a dance?"
"Of course I will, Gavin. In fact, you will be the first person I dance with, okay?"
"First?" The idea seemed to frighten him. He knew it would make us the object of everyone's attention.
"Why not?"
"Maybe you should dance with Jimmy first," he suggested.
"I'll see," I said coquettishly. It made him blush. "Don't go hiding in a corner with Ricky Smith and Warren Steine. I’ll just come looking for you," I threatened playfully.
"I won't hide," he said. "Not tonight; it's too special a night for you."
"I hope it will be for you, too," I said and he brightened.
Across the grounds, I saw Mommy waving and calling to me from the front of our house.
"I have to get going," I said. "See you soon."
I reached out and he did, too. Our fingers touched for an instant, the feeling sending a warm, electric sensation up my arm and through my bosom until it reached my heart and sent it fluttering. I turned to run off and stopped.
"I'm glad you're here," I cried back.
"Me too," he said.
I ran on, crossing from the gloom of clouds into the sunshine that had broken through and promised me the most exciting night of my life. The ocean breeze kissed my face and lifted my hair. I was fleeing from childhood, rushing headlong onto the threshold of womanhood, both excited and terrified by the new and deeper feelings that lay in waiting.
