Savannah by the Sea by Denise Hildreth Jones

Author:Denise Hildreth Jones
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2010-03-24T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

There was laughter and the banging of pots and pans.“Teach me the chocolate gravy,” I heard Amber say. I peeked my head into the kitchen and couldn’t believe my eyes. There they were. My mother and Amber, cooking. And chocolate gravy, no less. Was nothing sacred? That was our family recipe. And no matter how much Amber thought she was a part of our family,we didn’t produce six-foot women. We produced midgets.

“It’s really easy,” my mother said, getting the milk from the refrigerator. “I tried to teach Savannah once, but she just didn’t have the patience.”

Patience? I have plenty of patience. My cell phone vibrated my backside. “Hello,” I whispered, irritated. It was Thomas with a proposal for a round of golf. He had no other options. “That is the most boring sport, and it goes entirely too slow.”

I hung up and mumbled to the air all the ways I, Savannah Phillips, am patient.

I made my way back to the porch and its revelations. Today’s revelation: vacation breeds fondness. Okay, just plain passion. The two teenagers were trying to hide behind the outdoor shower in the house across Seaside Avenue. But they weren’t lost on me. I had come back outside alone, with a Coke and a smile and my book. And there they were, tiptoeing around the house in search of a secret corner, trying not to let their laughter reveal their conspiracy. They finally found a safe retreat behind the shower, but their giggles floated all the way across the street. And after what I’m certain was a rainstorm of passionate kisses, he withdrew to the sidewalk and she rested her head on the edge of the shower, plastered with the biggest smile this side of Olan Mills.

I wondered if that was how I had looked when Joshua had kissed me. And then I wondered if Grant had ever made me look that way. Maybe the day I kissed him for the first time. But there was such a familiarity between us that the kiss lacked passion, even though it held the uncertainty and innocent exploration that first kisses do. Sure, we’d shared moments of passion, mostly when we would see each other again after long absences, but never what I felt yesterday: worlds spinning, heart pounding, upper lip sweating.

I returned my attention to my companions. Two of my favorite companions. The Coke had a kick all the way down. And so I began. “Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”

“Those two at it again?” Mother asked.

Well, this was just getting better and better.

She exited the house with her pooch princess, who wore a lovely new pink leopard collar and matching bandana. Mother was as pristinely attired as well in pale pink linen, complete makeup, and heels, even though most people were still wearing pajamas and leaning back in rockers at this time of day. For most, vacation applied to morning, afternoon, and evening. For Vicky, vacation just applied to Victoria time.

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