There were firemen around there, too, spraying this part of the roof and the walls with water they were drawing from the pool. I searched frantically for signs of Mommy and Daddy, but all I saw were some staff members and firemen.
"Where"s Mommy and Daddy?" Jefferson asked, his eyes wide and hopeful. "I want Mommy."
"I"m looking for them, Jefferson." I put him down, took his hand and approached the closest fireman.
"Hey," he said when he saw us, "you children better get back."
"We"re looking for my parents," I said. "Did they come out back here?"
"No one"s come out back here. Now take that little boy and get back," he ordered firmly.
With my heart pounding, I retreated with Jefferson slowly. We went to the gazebo and sat on the steps, watching the firemen work. Jefferson"s eyes swelled from crying, as did mine. Finally, we both sat silently, dry-eyed, simply staring ahead, waiting.
Jefferson laid his head against my shoulder and I held him tightly. The flames began to grow smaller, even though the smoke grew darker and thicker. It drifted off in a sooty cloud and the ocean breezes carried it into the distance. I don"t know how long we were sitting there, stunned and afraid, but finally I heard Richard scream, "THERE THEY ARE!"
With relief bursting through me I turned in his direction. I saw Richard, Melanie, Mrs. Boston, Julius and Aunt Bet. They hurried in our direction. Jefferson sat up, his eyes widening, the sight of Mrs. Boston bringing him the most comfort.
"Where"s Mommy?" he demanded.
"Oh honey child, oh baby," Mrs. Boston said.
"My mother?" I asked her. "Daddy?"
She shook her head.
Jefferson started to wail again, loudly this time, and his cry, shrill and sharp, got caught up in the same breeze that carried the ugly smoke away. Mrs. Boston scooped him into her arms and rained kisses of comfort over his face.
I stood up, my legs feeling like rubber, but my head so light I thought it was like a balloon and might snap off and be carried away with the smoke and Jefferson"s screams.
"Christie," Aunt Bet said.
"Where are they?" I asked and held my breath.
"Didn"t they come out?"
She shook her head.
"WHERE ARE THEY!" I demanded.
"They found them together . . . in the bas.e.m.e.nt," Aunt Bet said and bit down on her lower lip.
Her eyes were red and swollen with tears. "Oh, Christie," she added and began to sob.
Then, my feet turned into air and so did my legs and my stomach and my chest and my neck until my head had nothing to hold it up.
I folded and fell softly, just like the balloons on my birthday, floating down, down, down. The world around me which had once been as colorful and as magical and wonderful as a soap bubble popped and everything went dark.
"She will be all right," I heard someone say. I thought I had my eyes open, but it was pitch dark.
"Just give her some light, sweet tea and a little toast.
An emotional trauma like this can be as devastating to the body as something physical. But she"s young, she"s strong. She"ll recuperate."
"Mommy?"
"She"s waking up," I heard Aunt Bet say.
"Yes. Keep the cold compress on her forehead a while longer."
"Mommy?" The darkness began to retreat. It fell back like the tide, and in its place, I saw the ceiling of my room and then the walls as my eyes moved slowly, hopefully downward, antic.i.p.ating Mommy"s concerned and loving face near me. But all I saw were Aunt Bet and Doctor Stanley, our family physician. He smiled and nodded, strands of his light brown hair down over his forehead and nearly over his eyes. As usual, he needed a haircut desperately. I once told Mommy that Doctor Stanley reminded me of a poodle. She laughed and confessed she thought so too.
"He"s a very good doctor and a very nice man, but he doesn"t take much care with his personal appearance," she admitted. I could hear her voice so clearly in my memory, I was sure she was somewhere in the room.
"Where"s Mommy?" I asked, turning to look everywhere. I could barely utter words, my throat ached so; and my chest felt as if something heavy had been on it for hours and hours. When I didn"t see her, I lifted my head from the pillow and instantly, the room spun. I groaned and closed my eyes.
"You have to take it easy, Christie," Doctor Stanley advised. "You"ve had quite an emotional shock and your equilibrium has been sent into orbit."
"I feel so tired," I said, or at least I thought I said it. I couldn"t be sure anyone heard my words. But I felt Aunt Bet take my left hand into hers and I opened my eyes and saw her beside me. She smiled weakly, her eyes swollen from crying. She looked so much thinner to me, her nose sharper, her cheekbones and jawbone so much more p.r.o.nounced. Her normally obedient hair was in revolt everywhere, strands falling every which way.
"Aunt Bet," I said. She bit down on her lower lip, her eyes filling with tears. "My mother and father . . . they never got out?" She shook her head.
I felt as if someone had punched me in the stomach. My body shook with new sobs.
"Now, now, Christie," Doctor Stanley said.
"You"ve got to get a hold on yourself, dear. You don"t want to get yourself so sick you can"t be of help to your little brother, do you?"
"Where is he?" I asked quickly. "Where"s Jefferson?"
"He"s in his room, dear," Aunt Bet said. "Sleeping."
"But he"ll be waking up soon and he will need you," Doctor Stanley said. "He"ll need his big sister.
Now you just get yourself some rest, try to take a little tea and some toast and jelly. You have a very difficult and trying few days ahead of you, Christie. k. great deal has fallen on your young shoulders. Do you understand?" Doctor Stanley asked. I nodded. "Good.
I"m terribly sorry for your sorrow and for this tragedy and I will be here to help you as much as you need it,"
he added.
I looked at him again. Mommy had liked him and had believed in him enough to trust him with our family"s health. Mommy would want me to listen to him, I thought.
"Thank you, Doctor Stanley," I said. He smiled again and then he left.
"Tell me what happened, Aunt Bet," I said as soon as we were alone.
"We don"t know every detail yet," she said.
"Something exploded in the bas.e.m.e.nt while Jimmy was down there. It caused an immediate fire. The smoke flew up into the rest of the hotel and set off alarms. Guests were ushered out. Philip was everywhere, charging down corridors, knocking on doors, screaming and helping people. Your mother and I helped clear the lobby and then we left together when we felt sure everyone had been evacuated. The fire was building so quickly, we could already see the flames toward the rear of the lobby.
"When we got outside, Dawn cried out for Jimmy and realized he hadn"t emerged. She was frantic.
The firemen hadn"t yet arrived, but the police were there. One policeman tried to stop her from rushing back in, but she broke out of his grip and charged through the front entrance, screaming she had to get Jimmy. That was the last I saw of her," she added and began to sob silently.
"And afterward?" I said, determined to know it all.
"Afterward, when they were able to get into the bas.e.m.e.nt, the firemen found them together. Your mother had reached Jimmy, but they had been trapped in a storage room. They died clinging to each other,"
she concluded and took a deep breath.
"Philip"s devastated," she continued, now speaking like one in a trance. "He"s wandering about the wreckage in disbelief. He"s so angry, no one dares go near him."
I closed my eyes. Maybe, if I closed them hard and tight enough and squeezed my body until it hurt, I could drive away this nightmare. I would open my eyes in a moment and it would be morning, a bright, sunny late spring morning. Jefferson will be charging through my door any moment, I thought, and Mommy will come in after him, telling him to leave me alone and get dressed. Yes . . . yes.
"How"s she doin"?" Mrs. Boston asked from the doorway and my dream-prayer died.
"The doctor said to give her sweet tea and some toast and jelly," Aunt Bet said sharply. "Get it immediately." She was never as nice to the staff as Mommy was and frequently spoke harshly to the servants. Mommy said it was because of the way Aunt Bet had been brought up. Her parents were so rich, she had always lived like royalty.
"Yes ma"am," Mrs. Boston replied.
"I don"t want anything," I said defiantly.
"Now come on, Christie. You heard what the doctor said. You"re going to need your strength," Aunt Bet advised. Reluctantly, I nodded. They were right; I couldn"t bury myself in make-believe and refuse to face the truth. Jefferson needed me to be strong. But I felt like a small lost child myself, scared of tomorrow.
How could I be strong enough for someone else when inside I was shaking so hard I could barely breathe?
"Do Granddaddy Longchamp and Gavin know what"s happened yet?" I asked. "And Aunt Fern?"
Aunt Bet nodded. "I have Mr. Dorfman calling everyone who should be informed," she said.
"And Bronson and Grandmother Laura?"
"Yes. Bronson is beside himself. Thankfully, I think, your grandmother is too confused to understand."
"I"d better go see Jefferson," I said, sitting up again, this time more slowly. My body ached as if I had been running for hours and hours.
"He"s still sleeping, Christie," Aunt Bet said. "I promise I"ll let you know as soon as he awakens. Just lie here and rest," she ordered. "I"m going to see about Richard and Melanie. My poor dears: they are so upset." She sighed deeply, patted me on the hand and got up. "Rest," she said and shook her head. Her eyes shone with unshed tears. Then she turned and left me.
I closed my eyes and fought the urge to sob and sob and sob until my throat ached badly. A short time later, I heard someone enter my room and opened my eyes to see Uncle Philip carrying a tray with my cup of tea and toast on it. Although his face was ashen with grief and mourning, he had brushed his hair, straightened his clothing, b.u.t.toned his shirt and retied his tie, the knot as perfect as ever. He set the tray down on my night table and smiled. His eyes were no longer glazed with confusion.
"How"s my poor princess doing?" he asked.
"I can"t believe my parents are gone, Uncle Philip. I won"t believe it," I said, shaking my head.
He fixed his eyes on me and I watched them grow small and dark. His lips trembled and then he turned back to the tray. "You need something hot in your stomach."
"Where"s Mrs. Boston?" I asked.
"She"s busy trying to settle everyone down and get some meals together, so I offered to bring your tray up to you," he said. "Try to sit up and drink some of this and maybe eat a bite or two."
"I want to do what the doctor says, but I don"t think I can swallow anything right now, Uncle Philip."
"I know," he said, nodding sympathetically, "but you have to keep up your strength."
I sat up and he brought the tray to my lap and sat down on the bed.
"Oh Christie, Christie," he moaned and took my hand into his. "A terrible, terrible thing has happened," he began. His fingers moved over mine as he spoke. "And we are all suffering because of it, but I promised myself, I promised your mother I would take care of you."
"You promised? When?"
"When she ran back inside," he replied. "She cried out to me and said, "If anything happens to me, take care of my Christie." "
"Mommy said that?" He nodded. "What about Jefferson?"
"Oh, Jefferson too, of course. Anyway, I will.
From now on," he said, the blue in his eyes softening, "you will be no different from my own. I will love and cherish you no less," he added, holding my hand tightly.
"We"re going to be all right," he continued, his fingers traveling up my forearm and then down as if he were searching for an invisible line. "We"re still a family and we"ll rebuild the hotel quickly."
He looked up, his eyes small and determined.
"We"ve got insurance and we"ll put it right to work.
Oh, we won"t be able to open the hotel this summer, but well restore it to just the way it was before this horrible thing happened. Of course, we"ll modernize so that it won"t ever happen again."
I looked toward the doorway because I heard a lot of noise. Richard and Melanie were speaking loudly, too. They sounded excited, but not like people in mourning.
"What"s going on?" I asked.
"Some of the staff are helping to move our things in," Uncle Philip said.
"Move in?" It never occurred to me that that was what would happen next.
"We"re moving in whatever we can," he said.
"Most of our things have been ruined by the fire.
There was so much smoke. I wanted to get the other things out as quickly as I could." He smiled. "We"re your family now," he said. "I would give everything not to have had this happen, but it has and we must do all the right things. After all, I"m a Cutler; I"ve inherited my grandmother"s backbone," he added and straightened up as if to ill.u.s.trate that literally. "She had a strength, a power to overcome any inconvenience."
"Inconvenience? This is more than an inconvenience, Uncle Philip," I snapped. No matter how great a woman Grandmother Cutler was thought to be and no matter what were her accomplishments, she would always remain the wicked witch in my mind because of the way she had treated Mommy.
"Of course. You"re right. I didn"t mean to make it sound small. What I do mean is to rea.s.sure you that I will always be here for you and we will build ourselves back and return to being the great family we were."
"Not without Mommy," I moaned, shaking my head. "Not without Daddy. We"ll never be what we were."
"Of course not, but we"ve got to try. Your mother would have wanted us to try, wouldn"t she?
She wasn"t the type to give up and crawl under the bed. She was too strong for that and I"m sure you will be, too. Am I right"?" He brushed the hair from my forehead just the way Mommy often did.