Summer of '79: A Summer of '69 Story(12)

Jessie has nearly finished her second beer when someone plops in the sand next to her.

“Jessie Levin,” a voice says. “Surprise.”

Jessie turns. Male person, her age, or maybe a little older. Shorn head, so what Jessie first thinks is that Tiger saw her sitting by herself, felt sorry for her, and sent over one of his army buddies.

“Surprise?” she says.

“It’s me,” he says. “Pick.”





6. Paradise by the Dashboard Light




Blair is desperate to get rid of Larry Winter. How had she entertained the thought even for a second that there might still be something between them? He came to the church in a tan leisure suit with a wide-collared paisley shirt underneath, and although he was kind and solicitous with his grandmother, Blair had to close her eyes against the sight of him. Then, at the reception, he’d been stuck to her like flypaper. She was unable to talk to anyone else—meaning she couldn’t have a proper, private conversation with Joey Whalen.

Well, that’s not exactly true, is it? There were the stolen moments the night before.

After the twins went to the guest cottage to watch Mork & Mindy before bed, Blair slipped out to Joey’s Porsche under the auspices of saying good night.

“I can’t believe you came,” Blair said.

“Family,” Joey said.

“Yes, well,” Blair said, meaning: your brother didn’t think it was worth flying up from Houston for. But Angus must have called Joey—because how else would he have heard about Exalta? Maybe Angus suggested Joey appear on Nantucket in his place. Maybe—is Blair reaching here?—Angus realizes that long ago, he thwarted the romance between Blair and Joey. Because Blair and Joey had been a couple first! “I’m grateful you’re here. And the kids…” The kids had been ecstatic when they saw their uncle, all thoughts of experiments and puzzles abandoned. They had launched themselves into Joey’s arms like little rockets. Joey was God, Santa Claus, and Jim Rice rolled into one.

“I love those kids like they’re my own,” Joey said.

And me? Blair wanted to ask. Do you love me like I’m your own? Joey is still a bachelor, still working in advertising. He’s the head of the national campaign for Stouffer’s, so he travels the country and eats a lot of French bread pizza. The pay is good and he has no one to support but himself—hence the Porsche, and a summer place in Newport.

“Well, Blair,” Joey said, sliding down into the leather bucket seat of the Porsche. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tomorrow meant church, family, obligation. It seemed like Joey was going to leave without so much as a good-night kiss. Was Blair going to let that happen?

Blair ran a finger along the racing stripe. “This car is foxy,” she said. “How fast does it go?”

Joey hadn’t hesitated, even for a second. “Get in,” he said. “I’ll show you.”

They’d ended up zipping down the Madaket Road then careening along Cliff before they stopped to make out at the end of Hinckley Lane. It might have gone even further, Blair might have let Joey have her across the hood or she might have followed him back to his room at the Jared Coffin House, but at the last minute, she suffered a crisis of conscience and stopped him.

“My brother wins again, I see,” Joey said.

“Just think how it will look!” Blair says. “It’ll look scandalous…incestuous, even.”

This made Joey laugh. “We aren’t related,” he said.

“I know…”

“But you care what people think,” Joey said. “Because you’re just like your mother and your grandmother.”

“I am not,” Blair insisted. “I’m my own woman.”

“If you want to know how it will look, I’ll tell you,” Joey said. “It’ll look like I’ve been crazy for you since the day I met you. It’ll look like I’ve been biding my time until the inevitable happened and you and Angus split. And even then, I’ve let a proper amount of time pass. But now I’m here and I want to make this work.”

Wasn’t that what Blair wanted, too? She had thought of Joey every day since returning to Boston, but she’d been too timid—and yes, too conventional—to consider calling him. Plus, he was impossible to pin down; the only person she could have asked about his whereabouts was…Angus. So his appearing on Nantucket was both a surprise and an answer to a longing that Blair was hesitant to admit she’d been holding in her heart.

“Drive me home, please,” Blair said. “I need to think about it.”



Now, here it is, a full twenty-four hours later, and Blair has reached a decision. She wants to be with Joey Whalen. Maybe it’s outrageous—dating her ex-husband’s brother—or maybe it happens all the time. Angus won’t be at all surprised and neither will Blair’s family. The children, though—how will Gennie and George feel about their mother dating their uncle—and their uncle, possibly, becoming their stepfather?

Well, they’ll either be thrilled or disgusted. Or, more likely, thrilled one day and disgusted the next. But Blair won’t sacrifice her own happiness for the sake of the children. She reasons that if she’s happy, the children will be happy. This is a modern attitude—her neighbors will say she’s been reading too much Redbook—but come on, it’s 1979, and in six months, it will be 1980!