while. Weâre not even fully settled in ourselves, but the futon is in the guest cottage, and weâre happy to see these two characters.
They pull into our driveway around five oâclock. After some hugging and unloading of luggage, we all take a walk. In about an hour we end up at the beach. The four of us wander in and out of the surf and chat and continue to catch up on the kids, the news, and whoâs doing what.
Then itâs back to the cottage to prepare for the eveningâs activities. Pam goes in to feed the birds and change their water.
âDo I need a tie?â Theo says.
âYes,â Deborah says. She turns to me. âWhat does Pam wear?â
âTheo, you donât need a tie. I usually wear one, but thatâs me,â I say. âDeborah, Pam usually wears a skirt and heels, maybe a jacket. Wear what you want.â
After showers, we gather at the pool for cocktails. Theo says, âMy brother told us to have a drink at Bice for him, so I want to do that. The rest of the evening is your choice, and itâs on me.â
âTheo, Iâm thinking if youâre picking up the tab maybe the four of us should go to Bermuda for dinner, but how about Bice for a drink, Renatoâs for dinner, and then maybe a nightcap and dance at The Chesterfield Hotel. And itâs on us,â I say.
âWeâll arm wrestle for the check,â Theo says. âThatâs what I said. Itâs on us.â
Everyone agrees on the plan, and Deborah says, âWeâve got your cars blocked in with our car, so Theoâll drive everybody to Bice.â
Pam shakes her head, âYou donât have to drive.â
âIt will be easier. We wonât have to jockey the cars around,â Deborah says.
âNo. Theo doesnât have to drive. Dick doesnât have to drive. No one has to drive. Weâre walking,â Pam says.
Theo and Deborah both look at us. Deborah says, âWe walked around town with you guys for an hour. I didnât see any restaurants or bars. Just those mansions.â
âDeborah, relax. There are a dozen bars and restaurants in a couple of short blocks. Theyâre just in a different direction,â I say.
We take the short walk to Bice (much to Deborahâs surprise) and have a drink and toast Theoâs brother. Halfway through his drink, Theo starts talking wine and speaking Italian to Ronnie and Jose.
âTheo, talking about wine puts people to sleep,â I say. âAnd why are you speaking Italian? Ronnie was born in Sweden, Jose was born in Mexico, and you were born in Bronxville.â
We finish our drinks and walk to Renatoâs. Brad greets us and seats us. âI like restaurants like this,â Deborah says, âwhere the maitre dâ wears a suit, the captains wear dinner jackets, and the customers are dressed up.â
âIt was the same at Bice,â Theo says. âWeâre not in Kansas anymore.â
Theo insists on choosing the wine and consults with Luciano, in Italian, of course.
Two hours and two bottles of wine later, we thank Brad and Luciano and weâre off to The Chesterfield. After a few dances, the four of us are standing at the bar, and I say, âTheo, remember that chicken step or chicken-walk thing you used to do? The one that got you thrown out of dancing school.â
âRemember it? I still do it,â he says. He points. âWhatâs with this ceiling?â
Pam laughs and says, âWhat do you guys think it looks like?â Deborah looks up and says, âWell, itâs definitely R-rated. I see some naked women, some lusty men. Actually, those are satyrs, I think.â
âI like it,â Theo says. âEverybody should paint their ceilings with stuff like that.â
âRight,â I say. âTime for one more dance. Itâs a school night.â Adam starts playing a fast song. âWeâre doing this one,â Deborah
Elizabeth Bowen, Robarts - University of Toronto