Monday, June 6, 2011
"Y'all come back anytime!"
On days that Bett's grandson would appear, things would get weird. We couldn't play with that float, it was Sir Hadley's float. We couldn't go down the slide because his highness was going down the slide...though he never did. He just stood there, blocking the way. Always looking at us like we were polluting his pool.
I remember that soon after he arrived, whether we'd been there an hour or 10 minutes, suddenly Mom remembered something she absolutely had to do and we were being packed up, back into the battered station wagon. I remember aunt Bett drove a burgundy Cadillac, although how I know this, I don't know, since we never parked in the garage, only on the dirt drive leading to the side yard.
And though I never actually heard it, I distinctly remember the wrought iron gate closing behind us with a "y'all come back anytime!" ...
and a hushed sigh of relief as we drove off.