Family Ties

Dinner was a less-formal repeat of Thanksgiving, with plenty of food and wide-ranging conversation. I learned that Marianne’s father was on the Board of Trustees at the Baltimore Museum of Art. Terry surprised us both when he said that his mother was a working artist in Santa Fe. The three of us and Christy had a surprisingly interesting conversation about everything from Matisse and Cézanne to Southwestern arts and crafts.

The playing cards came out after dinner, and I almost won the first game of Florida. Harry edged me out by two lousy points. I did middling-well in the second game, much to Harold’s disgust. He was sitting on my left, and I never discarded anything he could use. His draws weren’t any better, and he came in dead last.

“Well,” he said after Jim read out the scores, “I know when to quit while I’m not so far ahead. Gentlemen, let’s take our drinks and retire to the living room.”

The women were chatting there with drinks of their own. Jim gathered Lynne with a gesture, and they sat at the piano together. He played softly, while she leaned with her back against his shoulder and sipped her wine in quiet contentment. Everyone was in a relaxed mood, even Rich, who joined Sabrina on the floor to look through fashion magazines with the older girls.

I was feeling a little woozy from drinking too much whiskey too quickly,

and also a little overwhelmed by the perfect people around me.

“You wanna go for a walk?” I asked Christy quietly. She was sitting on the arm of my chair with her drink balanced on her knee. She immediately sensed that something was wrong.

“Um… sure. Let me get a sweater.”

I set my glass aside and stood a bit unsteadily.

“I think we’re gonna go for a walk,” I told Danny, who was talking with Marianne on the couch next to me.

“To the beach?” he asked. “You want company?”

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“No and yes. In that order. I think we’re just gonna walk around the block. I need to clear my head.”

Marianne glanced at my empty glass and then my eyes. She understood immediately. “It takes a bit of getting used to, doesn’t it?”

I nodded.

“What?” Danny asked.

“All the booze,” she told him. “Your family drinks like fish. I think I was tipsy the entire first Christmas I spent with the Carmichael clan.” She laughed softly. “I’m pretty sure that’s when Virginia was conceived.”

He actually turned pink, and I had to force myself not to smile. Christy looked exactly the same when she blushed.

Christy herself returned wearing her sweater and carrying my jacket.

Outside, the cold air did wonders for my fuzzy head. We set off hand-in-hand and walked in silence for ten minutes or so.

“Better?” she said eventually.

“Much. Thanks.”

“I guess I forget how much we drink sometimes. It’s just so natural for me. Part of who we are.”

“Well,” I admitted, “I was also feeling a little overwhelmed.”

“Why? What’s the matter?”

“Your family. How do I put this? They’re all so… perfect.”

That wasn’t what she thought I was going to say. “What do you mean?”

“Let’s start with Danny. He looks like the actor who plays him in the movie of his life. And he’s engaged to a supermodel.”

“Sabrina isn’t a supermodel.”

“But she’s still a model.”

“Well, yes, but not like Cheryl Tiegs or Christie Brinkley or anything.”

“Still, most models never make it into magazines like Cosmopolitan and Elle.”

“So?”

I ignored the question and continued, “Jim is a seriously good pianist, like professional. Not to mention that he and Lynne are both really good-looking.

Harry is on the fast track to be an admiral, and Marianne is one of the most cultured, elegant women I’ve ever met. On top of that, she’s actually warm and friendly.”

“She is,” Christy admitted. “I’m totally jealous of her sometimes.”

“Even Rich is at the top of his game. I mean, he’s probably the only one of you who isn’t model handsome, but he isn’t ugly. And Danny makes it sound like SEALs are even more selective than aviation. Believe me, I grew up in a Navy family, so I know that pilots think they’re the best of the best.”

“Well… of course. They are.”

“Exactly. Which brings us to your father. He’s at the top of the pyramid.

Fighter pilot. Ship captain. Admiral. And your mother’s probably the only woman who makes Marianne seem plain by comparison. Then there’s you,” I said at last.

“What about me?”

“Well, for starters, you’re insanely talented. You’re also pint-sized gorgeous, really smart, and funny too. And to hear Wren tell it, you’re a total nympho who’s gonna rock my world in bed.”

“I’m gonna wring her neck,” she said under her breath.

I laughed but then grew serious again. “I guess I’m wondering what the hell I’m doing with your family. I mean, what could I possibly bring to the party?”

“We aren’t perfect,” she said. “Well, except my mom and dad. They are.”

“They aren’t really,” I said. “You just have rose-colored glasses where they’re concerned. I don’t know what their flaws are, but I’m sure they have