Florence Adler Swims Forever(85)

Gussie dragged Anna toward Garden Pier. The pier was lined with shops on either side of its central promenade but the main attraction was the pier’s flower beds, which were crowded with exotic plants and dotted with gazebos and even a small pond. At the end of the pier sat a large exhibition hall that blocked Anna and Gussie’s view of the ocean.

“Shouldn’t we just wait on the beach?” asked Anna. “That way we’ll be sure to see everyone exit the water.”

“There’s a bit of pier around back,” said Gussie as she navigated the crowded promenade. What she didn’t tell Anna was that she thought it likely Stuart would be at the end of the pier. It’s where he had stationed himself last year, after he’d seen Florence off at the start.

When they had made their way behind the exhibition hall, Gussie scanned the crowd, looking for Stuart’s head of blond hair. It took several minutes before she spotted him, standing amid a big group of lifeguards who were whooping and hollering over the railing.

Gussie raised her hand in the air and called to Stuart, and she thought she saw him turn his head but then Anna tugged at her hand to let a group of children pass, and by the time she had a view of the railing again, Stuart had disappeared. Where could he have gone? Surely, he’d seen her?

A terrible thought occurred to Gussie. Could Stuart be avoiding her? Her stomach grew queasy. It had taken her the better part of a week to work up the nerve to ask him to marry her, and she had spent an entire afternoon painting the pair of sea horses, which she had forgotten to explain, when she gave the rock to him, were actually Stuart and Gussie. If she had explained, he might have asked why she’d painted sea horses instead of people, and she didn’t want to get into that. Everyone knew it was extremely difficult to paint people who looked like people. Sea horses were much easier. How often did anyone see a real sea horse up close? Not very often.

Sea horses or no sea horses, Gussie had been pleased with Stuart’s response to her proposal. She hadn’t expected them to marry immediately, so she wasn’t put off by waiting until she was grown-up. But maybe all his talk about marrying her when she was older was just his way of saying no. Like how, when she asked her mother if she could buy penny candy at Fralinger’s, the answer was always “Later.” Could it be that he didn’t really want to marry her at all?

When Anna eventually let go of Gussie’s hand, Gussie circled back around the exhibition hall, toward the promenade, to see if she could catch Stuart. It seemed unlikely that he’d pop into one of the shops on the arcade but maybe he had gotten stuck talking to someone on his way back to the beach. She checked the amphitheater and each of the little gazebos near the pier’s entrance before she realized that she’d forgotten about Anna, who would be furious with her for wandering off. Gussie turned around and hurried back toward the rear of the pier but had only made it as far as the front of the exhibition hall when she heard her name being called repeatedly. She turned to see Anna running frantically along the promenade.

“I’m here!” Gussie called.

Anna stopped in her tracks and looked around the pier wildly. Gussie could tell it was taking her a moment to locate her voice, amid all the commotion, so she called to her again. “Over here!”

When Anna laid eyes on Gussie, her face flooded with relief but then it was as if a curtain came down over her features. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth pinched shut. She walked straight over to Gussie and without saying a single word, slapped her across the cheek.

No one had ever slapped Gussie. She was so surprised by what Anna had done that she didn’t even think to cry out.

“I thought you had fallen off the pier and drowned.”

“I was just looking for—”

“I’m not finished.”

Gussie rubbed her cheek.

“I am sorry you are having a rotten summer. A rotten year, really. Hyram, Florence, your mother’s hospital stay, your father. You don’t deserve any of it.”

“I was just—”

“I said I wasn’t finished. You have every reason to be angry and your grandparents have every reason to want to coddle you. But when you are with me, you will never disappear like that again. Do you hear me?”

Gussie was too embarrassed to say anything, so she just nodded. Was it possible that everyone on the pier had heard Anna’s rebuke? How many of them had witnessed the slap? Gussie felt her face grow warm and suspected her cheeks were flushed. Anna looked at her for what felt like ages and then did something unexpected. She grabbed Gussie by the shoulders and pulled her close.

Anna’s body was warm and damp with perspiration but being locked in her arms wasn’t an entirely unpleasant feeling. Her embrace wasn’t so different from that of Gussie’s mother. Or even Florence. Their hugs had always felt sturdy and sure. Gussie rested her head against Anna’s shoulder and allowed the pounding in her chest to slow.

“What’s wrong with my father?” she finally asked.

“Oh, forget I said anything,” said Anna as she pulled back to get a better look at Gussie. “If we hurry, do you think we’ll still make the finish?”

The fastest swimmers had already arrived on the beach by the time Anna and Gussie exited the pier and made their way back onto the sand. The swimmers stood with their hands on their knees, catching their breath, and enjoying the occasional pat on the back from an excited spectator. “Well done!” Gussie shouted in the direction of three girls in Ambassador Club swimsuits.