Camp Club Girls: Elizabeth by Brumbaugh Green Renae;

Author:Brumbaugh Green, Renae; [Green, Renae Brumbaugh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 5613717
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2019-02-25T16:00:00+00:00

Elizabeth pushed back from the table at the riverside café and eyed the pile of corn husks on her plate. “Those were the best tamales I’ve ever tasted,” she said.

“You say that every time we eat here,” Mr. Anderson reminded his daughter, his eyes twinkling.

“It’s true. I’m glad we come to San Antonio often. Maybe someday we can convince the chef to give us the recipe,” she replied.

Mrs. Anderson laughed. “Oh, I think it will take more than the recipe to duplicate those tamales. It takes years of practice to learn to cook like that.”

“Well, I’m young. I can learn. I’ll practice as much as it takes, if it means I can have these tamales anytime I want them,” Elizabeth said.

“Here, Beth. You can have the rest of mine. I’m full,” said James.

Elizabeth groaned. She was stuffed too. But she couldn’t turn down more tamales.

Mrs. Anderson watched her daughter take another bite and laughed. “Well, at least I know how to make you eat. Normally, you don’t eat enough to feed a bird.”

Elizabeth put down her fork. “I can’t do it. I love these things, but I just don’t have room for another bite,” she said. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll skip the puppet show. I’m going back to the hotel to lie down. Maybe watch television.”

“Okay,” her father said. “Just be sure to check in with Uncle Dan. If you need anything, you know he’ll be at the front desk. We’ll be there in about an hour.”

“Yes, sir,” Elizabeth replied, and stood to her feet. “I’ll see you in a little while.”

Ambling back to the hotel, she watched for signs of that red ball cap. She saw tourists of all shapes, sizes, and ages, but no gangs of laughing teenagers.

Oh well, she thought. There’s always tomorrow. And tomorrow, Kate will be here to help me.

“Howdy, Elizabeth,” called Uncle Dan when she stepped into the lobby.

“Hi,” she said, walking over and leaning against the desk.

“Where is the rest of the Anderson clan?” he asked, rolling his wheelchair so he could look directly at her.

“They’re going to see a puppet show. I’m headed upstairs to chill out for a while.”

“Okay. Have fun. You know where I am if you need me,” he said.

With a wave, Elizabeth walked to the glass-walled elevator and pushed the button. One side of the elevator offered a view of the Riverwalk, and Elizabeth enjoyed looking out on her way to the fourth floor.

Maybe I’ll just ride up and down the elevator for a while, she thought.

She pushed the button for the top floor, even though her room was on the fourth. She pressed her nose against the glass as she rode to the highest point of the hotel. The elevator stopped and opened its doors, waiting for her to exit.

Instead, she stood, still looking out the glass at the view of tourists and riverboats, restaurants and mariachi bands. To her left, she saw the Fiesta Noche del Rio, and after a few moments, identified her parents and brother.

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