I smiled. “Darling girl, I have all the time in the world.” After a lifetime of raising children—of being Brownie leader and class mom, PTA president and dinner cooker, boo-boo kisser and hair braider, I was used to my days being too full. Now I could finally rest.
While I waited for Anna to get back, I pulled out the postcard that had arrived the day before from Julia in the islands. I had been saving it for a time I could savor it slowly. I had collected postcards for years, and wherever she went she sent me additions for my collection.
Dear Babs,
You will never believe this, but I met one of my architectural heroes on the plane today. He was charming and humble, smart and interesting. (And, well, so cute!) For the first time in a long time I realized that Hayes isn’t the only man in the world. I had forgotten that, but I suppose love is complicated. Infatuation, on the other hand, is so simple. Maybe if I’d realized that a little sooner, I wouldn’t have made it so hard on all of us.
All my love,
Julia
That girl. What I wouldn’t give to go back in time, to have a crush on a boy again. Those days were long over for me.
“Mrs. Carlisle,” Anna said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Would you like to meet your new liaison?”
I looked up at her from my chair. “My liaison?”
“Your buddy,” she whispered. “They think it sounds too much like summer camp, so when others can hear me, I use the proper term.”
I laughed. “My dear, at eighty years old, I can’t think of anything better than summer camp.”
She smiled.
“How can I already have a buddy?”
“We had one of our favorite residents approved for the program this morning, and we thought why not go ahead and introduce you two, let you get acclimated?”
“Wonderful,” I said.
I followed Anna out to the terrace where a man with his back to me, in a suit, stood overlooking the ocean.
As he turned, Anna said, “I’d like you to meet—”
“Miles?” I gasped, breathless.
“Barbara,” he said, putting his hand to his heart. “Oh, Barbara.” He took both my hands in his.
“So, I presume you two have met?” Anna asked curiously, looking from Miles to me.
“At summer camp,” Miles said, to which Anna laughed delightedly.
“You’remy buddy?”
“Haven’t I always been?” he responded, smiling at me, revealing that same grin he’d worn sixty years earlier when we were head counselors at Camp Holly Ridge in the North Carolina mountains.
“How long has it been?” I asked, thrilled that someone from my past had popped up here.
“Well, we haven’t seen each other since we were, what, twenty-one?”
I nodded. “Let’s leave it at that. Math can be a touch frightening at our age.”
He laughed.
“How long have you been here?” I asked. “How did you even recognize me?”
“Barbara, you haven’t changed one bit,” Miles said. “I would know you anywhere.”
Was that ablushI felt coming to my cheeks?
