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He still looked more like my older brother than my stepfather. Both my parents were so young-looking that all my friends were jealous, especially my best friend, Pauline Bradly who was Mrs. Bradly's granddaughter. Mrs. Bradly was in charge of our front desk at the hotel.
"Your dad has such dreamy eyes," Pauline often said. In the summer his skin would turn a deep bronze color from so much outdoor work. Against his tan his dark eyes became as bright and shiny as polished onyx, and he had beautiful white teeth that gave him an ivory smile. He was muscular and tall, and lately he had let his hair grow longer and he brushed it up in a soft wave in front. I had no trouble understanding why Mommy had been in love with him ever since they were children.
"So how does it feel to be the ripe old age of sixteen?" he asked, his smile warming me.
"I don't know. I'm too excited to feel anything, I think," I said and he smiled even wider.
"From the way your mother's behaving, you would think it's her Sweet Sixteen," he quipped.
"What was that you said, James Gary Longchamp?" Mommy cried, coming through the door with Jefferson right behind her.
"Uh oh." Daddy snapped his paper and pre-tended to go back to his reading.
"Meanwhile," Mommy said, sitting down, "Your father here has been the one worrying about the food, the decorations, the music. He's the one driving everyone around the hotel crazy, insisting that every hedge be cut just right and every flower stem be perfectly straight. You would think we're giving a party for the Queen of England!"
Daddy shifted the paper so he could see me and he winked.
"Daddy, Daddy, can I ride on the rider mower with you today?" Jefferson begged. "Can I? Please."
"We'll see," Daddy said. "It depends on how well you eat your breakfast and how many people you drive crazy an hour."
Mommy and I laughed.
"Happy birthday, Christie," Mrs. Boston said, coming into the dining room with our platter of eggs and grits. After she put it down, she gave me a hug and a kiss.
"Thank you, Mrs. Boston."
"You're going to make one fine birthday girl." "You're coming to the party, aren't you?" I asked her.
"Oh sure. I went and bought me a new dress, a modern one." She eyed Daddy quickly. "And don't you say nothing about it, Mr. Longchamp."
Daddy chuckled and folded his paper. Then he reached down beside his chair and came up with a small package.
"This is the only opportunity the family will have today to be alone and together, so your mother and I decided to give you this now," he declared. "We thought it might come in handy today, considering how important every minute is."
"Wow!" Jefferson said, impressed with the gift wrapping, which was silver with a deep blue ribbon around it.
Nervously, I started to unwrap it, taking care not to rip the pretty paper. I wanted to save every memento, every memory from this day. I opened the long box and looked down at a stunning gold watch.
"Oh, it's beautiful," I cried. "Thank you, Dad-dy." I hugged him. "Thank you, Mommy," I said and kissed her.
"Let me help you put it on," Daddy said and took the watch out.
"Does it have an alarm? Does something pop up? Is it waterproof?" Jefferson demanded.
"It's just a lady's watch," Daddy said, holding my arm gently as he fastened the watch. "Look at that," he added when I held my wrist out.
"It looks beautiful on you, Christie," Mommy said.
"Is it the right time?" Jefferson asked. "It's so small, how can you tell?"
"I can tell. Yes." I smiled at everyone, so happy that we were together, that we all cared so much about each other. For a few moments, I even forgot it was cloudy outside. There was so much warm sunshine inside. "It's the best time of all!" Mommy and Daddy laughed and we proceeded to eat our breakfasts, everyone chattering away.
On weekends, besides looking after Jefferson, I usually helped out in the hotel, relieving people at the front desk. Sometimes Pauline came over and worked with me. At various times she had crushes on different bellhops, as did I, and it was fun flirting with the II in the lobby, as well as answering the phones and speaking to people who called from as far away as Los An
geles, California or Montreal, Canada.
But today, my special day, I didn't have to do anything. As soon as breakfast was over, I wanted to go to the ballroom to see how the decorations were coming along. Naturally, Jefferson begged to go with me.
