“Portia, you’re his godmother! You held him even before I did. I know you love him as much as I do, but let’s face it. When God was giving out brains, my son was hiding behind the door!”
“Well, from what I recall, he was very taken with Jaws.”
“We’re notgiving him a great white shark!”
“No, but what about a vacation on Martha’s Vineyard, where they did most of the filming?”
“Portia, darling, you’re a genius!”
Now I said, “Thank you for the invitation, but I’ll be spending the day with Quinton and his friend.”
“Are you saying he’s dating someone?”
“Actually, I think it’s gone beyond that point. I’ll tell you about it when I see you.”
“You’d better! I just hope she’s nicer than that witch we ran into last winter.”
“I think so. I’ll see you on Friday.”
* * * *
The doorbell rang. Gregor had left a couple of hours earlier to catch his flight to New York, and so I was alone in the house. I walked slowly down the hallway. Had it always been this long?