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He set me on a tirade; my face flushed and I felt as if I were rolling head over heels down a steep hill and couldn't stop.
"You think I would be so egotistical and selfish that I would forget the people I care about the most? When did I treat you like that? Why should you make such a horrible prediction? I wouldn't want any success if it would turn me into such a monster, and no matter what you think, I wouldn't forget you for a day. Why, you're in my thoughts almost all the time," I added before I could stop myself.
"I am?" he said. I swallowed and nodded. "Why?"
"You just are," I said. "Not a day passes when I don't think something about you or something I'm going to write to you."
"You're not just saying this to make me feel better, are you?" he asked suspiciously.
"Oh Gavin, it's just like a man to think that. Men are more afraid to believe in someone. They steal hearts so often, they're terrified of giving their own sincerely."
"I'm not," he declared. "Not to you, anyway," he added.
"Well then . . . have a little more faith in me," I said.
"Sure."
We stared at each other.
"You didn't even kiss me happy birthday yet," I said, my heart pounding.
"Happy birthday," he whispered and leaned toward me, his eyes closing first. I closed mine and felt his lips touch my lips so softly it was as if a gentle breeze had caressed my face. I couldn't help feeling disappointed. He must have seen it immediately, for just as I started to open my eyes, his lips touched mine again, only this time harder, and with it his hands came to my shoulders so he could gather me to him . It was the first real kiss of my life.
We separated, neither of us able to speak for a moment. And then we heard the shouting. My perfect night was about to be ruined after all.
3
TWO HEARTS ENTWINED
GAVIN AND I WENT TO THE END OF THE PATIO TO LOOK out and see who was shouting. Daddy had pulled Aunt Fern roughly out of the ballroom through the French doors to another patio at the rear.
"Jimmy, you're hurting my wrist!" she cried and spun out of his grasp, nearly losing her balance and falling. Straightening up, she stood there rubbing her wrist and glaring at him, but even from where we were standing, Aunt Fern looked like she was wobbling.
"How could you do that?" Daddy demanded. "How could you try to sabotage this wonderful affair? Is there no decency in you?"
"I didn't do it," Aunt Fern insisted.
"You didn't do it? You stink from it," he said, waving his hand wildly.
"I drank some, but I didn't put the whiskey in the punch bowl," she claimed. Gavin and I looked at each other. Small children were drinking that punch, too, as well as all my school friends. Their parents would be angry and annoyed. How horrible.
"One of the bellhops saw you do it, Fern, and I believe him. He's a very reliable young man," Daddy said. Aunt Fern stepped farther away from him, but had to take hold of a railing to steady herself.
"Sure, you take the word of one of the hired help over your own sister," she moaned and turned away.
"He doesn't have a reputation for lying; my sister does, I'm sorry to say. And besides," Daddy stressed, "this isn't the first time you've done something like this, Fern."
"He's lying!" she wailed into the night. "I wouldn't dance with him, so he's trying to get even."
"Stop it, Fern. This isn't all the bad we've heard about you this weekend. I wasn't going to bring this up until tomorrow because I didn't want to cast any shadows over the evening, but Dawn received a phone call from your dorm mother complaining about your bringing whiskey into your room," Daddy revealed. Fern spun on him.
"More lies. She hates me because she caught me making fun of her one day. It wasn't me who brought the whiskey into the dormitory. It wa
s . . ."
"It was you. Don't deny it. Don't even try," Daddy said. "According to you, everyone who's ever come to us to complain about you has had another reason. You're always the one being picked on."
"I am!" she bawled. "Dawn can't wait to hear bad things about me and bring them to you. She can't!"
