Glow (Glimmer and Glow #2)(128)

“You did a good job up there,” Judith told her. “It must have been hard.”

“Yeah. I always was telling you guys that public speaking isn’t my forte,” Alice agreed dryly.

Judith shifted on her feet, clearly hesitant.

“Is everything okay, Judith?” Alice asked.

“It’s just . . . I know what it’s like. To go from one world to another,” Judith finally said reluctantly. She noticed Alice’s confusion. “My mom, grandma, and I lived on Wyoming Street in Detroit while my mom finished her college degree and first started out at the bank. When she got promoted to a management position, we moved to Sterling Heights. It was like moving to another planet. Maybe my leap wasn’t as huge as yours, but still—I at least have a hint of what you’re going through.”

“How long did it take you to adjust?” Alice wondered.

Judith shrugged and crossed her arms beneath her breasts. For a few seconds, Alice thought she was going to go aloof on her again.

“I never really did,” Judith blurted out suddenly. She gave Alice a sheepish glance. “Not until recently, anyway, and I’ve still got a long way to go. Look, I know I was a bitch when I first got to camp. I’m sorry I gave you such a hard time.”

“Apology accepted. I probably could have been a little more patient with you.”

Judith rolled her eyes. “If you were too patient, I would have walked all over you. You know that.”

Alice grinned in agreement.

“I wasn’t sure where I belonged. My mom wanted me to cut off all my ties with my friends in the old neighborhood and start out fresh in Sterling Heights. It was like she wanted to wash off the taint of Wyoming Street and never think about it again. Part of me agreed with her. I wanted to blend, just like her.”

“And the other part?” Alice asked softly.

“Felt like a hypocrite,” Judith said, her mouth twisting in anger.

“That’s understandable. I know I felt that way when I first went to college. I didn’t tell anyone where I’d grown up. It was one of my deepest shames.”

“Yeah. But even though I felt that way, I sort of wanted to get back at my mom for turning my whole life upside-down, too. I was always doing things to piss her off.”

“Like applying for Camp Durand?” Alice asked. She’d long wondered why Judith had insisted upon defying her mother and attending a camp that was largely populated by impoverished kids, especially since Judith had acted so superior and above everyone once she got there.

Judith’s chin went up in a familiar gesture of defiance. When Alice didn’t say anything else and just waited, the girl’s rebellion seemed to drain out of her. For a few seconds, she looked exactly like what she was: an intelligent, pretty, very vulnerable teenage girl.

“How pitiful am I?” Judith wondered gruffly under her breath.

“It’s not pitiful at all,” Alice said. “I think it makes sense. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Know what else I think?” Judith glanced up at her uncertainly. “I think maybe you thought getting back at your mom was the only reason you applied to Camp Durand, but I think there could have been another reason. I think you felt alienated and missed your old neighborhood, and your friends, and your roots, and part of you just wanted to connect again. And you did, Judith. In the most amazing way. Personally, I think you’ll be able to do it anywhere from now on. Wyoming Street. Sterling Heights . . . wherever you want to make a difference, you will.”

“So will you.”

Alice shrugged and grinned. “As far as Durand goes, they’re sort of forced to put up with me, at this point.”

Judith gave a bark of laughter. “Well, it’s like you were always proving to me. Sometimes the best leader isn’t the obvious one.”

She gave Alice a brief, but fierce—and unforgettable—hug before she walked away.


*

HER kids, Dylan, and a few members of the Durand staff weren’t the only ones to show up at the little impromptu party. She was happy to see Sidney Gates and Jim Sheridan when they arrived. As she was talking to Jim, Terrance, and Judith about the now famous Bang pizza party, Dylan stepped up to her while escorting an older but fit-looking blond woman.

“I wanted to introduce you to someone who’s been dying to meet you,” Dylan said. “Alice Reed, meet Virginia Davenport. She’s my right hand, and never fails to remind me of it. She was Alan’s administrative assistant for years, too.”

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Alice said sincerely, putting out her hand. Instead of shaking it, however, the woman grasped it warmly in both of her hands.

“Call me Mrs. Davenport. It may seem more formal, but it’s not. It’s what Dylan and Alan both called me. I’m surprised Dylan even knows my first name.” Alice grinned at Dylan’s forbearing expression. She noticed Mrs. Davenport searching her face and realized her blue eyes were shiny with tears.

“Is everything all right?” Alice asked quietly, concerned, especially because Mrs. Davenport seemed like such a formidable character, certainly not someone prone to public displays of emotion.

Mrs. Davenport nodded briskly. “It’s just that you remind me of him.”

“Of Alan?” Alice asked, touched. “Thanks. Most people seem to think I look like Lynn.”