cell phone number. After about three rings, Johnny Mac picked up. Jean put it on speaker. âHey, big guy,â she said. âDid I wake you up?â
âMom?â he said in an exaggerated sleepy voice. âYeah. I was asleep.â
âJust wanted to let you know weâre headed back. Didnât want to scare you when the door suddenly opened.â
âNo problem,â our son said. ââNight, Mom.â
Jean hung up the phone and I said, âTheyâre still awake.â
âOh, definitely,â Jean said.
We smiled that secret smile parents share when they know their kids are trying to pull a fast one. Boy, did we have his number.
Johnny Mac â Day One
âOh, crap,â Johnny Mac said. âThat was my mom. Theyâre on their way back to the room.â
âCabin,â said the other boy, now known as Ryan, who was eleven.
âWhatever,â Johnny Mac said in an attempt to impress the girls â now known as Janna â nine, with curly blonde hair and big blue eyes â and Lyssa, ten, with long, straight black hair and big brown eyes. Mature for his age (or possibly just his fatherâs son), the attractiveness of the two girls had not gone unnoticed.
âI guess we should get back then, huh?â Early said.
âHave I mentioned thatâs a dumb name?â said Ryan.
âWhatâs a dumb name?â asked Johnny Mac, with just a touch of heat.
âEarly. Who names a kid Early, for gawdâs sake?â Ryan said and sneered.
âMy name is Earnest Eugene Rollins the fourth, if you must know!â Early shot back. âBut I was a month and a half early, and my mom didnât want me being a fourth of anything, so she called me Early and it stuck.â
âSweet story,â Lyssa said, smiling at Early.
âOh, yeah, real sweet!â Ryan said, still sneering.
âJeez, Ryan, leave him alone!â said Janna and swatted Ryan on the arm. âYâall go on. You donât want to get in trouble.â
The two boys waved goodbye, mostly to the girls, and headed back to their suite. They got turned around and couldnât find their way back, but luckily, as they found out later, Johnny Macâs mom had lost her wheelchair and had to use her crutches to get back to the suite. The boys got back in plenty of time.
Unfortunately they never thought about the fact that the door to the suite might have locked behind them. Panicked, Johnny Mac and Early looked all around, trying to find something with which to break down the door. Nothing. Then they saw Louisa, their steward, walking toward them down the long, long corridor.
Johnny Mac jumped up and down, waving his arms. Louisa hurried to their sides. âAre you OK?â she asked, slightly breathless.
âMiss Louisa, please donât tell my parents!â Johnny Mac knew that a lady as young as Louisa would really like the âmissâ he added. The southern gentleman stuff worked like a charm. His dad had taught him that. âWe went out for just a minute to get a milkshake at the soda fountain, but we locked ourselves out!â he said, letting a little water fill his eyes.
âOh, honey, donât worry! I wonât say a word.â She pulled out a card key and opened the door.
âWow!â Early said. âYou had the right key card for our room?â
Louisa looked down at the card. âOh, no. This is like a skeleton key, but a card. It opens all the rooms.â She smiled and shooed them inside. âBetter get changed and in bed quick, you guys!â She giggled and shut the door behind them.
Milt â Day One
When we left the bar the wheelchair was not where Iâd parked it. âWhat the hell?â I said, looking around.
âThatâs OK,â Jean said. âI donât need it.â
Like I said, she does this kind of shit. Wants to be totally independent. I guess that comes from having been