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As Angela began to clear the table, Vicky followed Beth down the hall. The
cheerful sounds of the children announced that they were not yet settling
down to play in the cool room on the hot day.
Vicky glanced at her friend as they neared the open doorway. The pleats of
Beth's peach dress swayed gently back and forth, crisp and precise just
above the swell of her calves, accentuated by the height of the heels on
her open toed, sling strap matching shoes. Every strand of her strawberry
blonde hair was in place, a diagonal French Roll leading up to a clutch of
thick barrel curls centered slightly to the right of her crown. Two
enameled bracelets graced her right wrist, a thin gold watch her left, the
single strand of pearls hanging lightly on her nape. By all appearances,
Beth was past any lingering effects of her light depression from her
divorce. Between caring for Fredricka and Alexandra and getting her
business, Cumberland Tours, thriving, she had had little time to mope.
An image flashed through Vicky's mind's eye of Bill's astonished face when
she had walked through the hotel door only to find him with two blonde
groupies en deshabille. She had meant to surprise him with an early arrival
for his birthday, only to be surprised tp find him in his birthday suit.
His premature birthday party had ended abruptly, and with adultery as
grounds, she had had no trouble getting the house, the cars, a cash
settlement that would leave him in hock for years, and most importantly,
the children.
Inspired by one of his favorite songs, Bill had insisted on naming Carol
"Sue," not that he had expected his son to be raised in petticoats and
curls. Vicky smiled at the thought of how easy it had been to change
Carol's name to Carol Suzanne when she had taken back her maiden name and
changed the children's family name to hers, Taylor. Carol Sue had been so
cute at the hearing, all sugar and spice, lace dress and tight ringlets,
not yet three. Samantha's hand me downs had provided a start for a wardrobe
when she gave emptied out Carol's drawers and closet, along with everything
Bill had left behind. Fortunately Sam had thought teaching Carol how to be
a birl was a wonderful substitute for a doll, even one that cried and
blinked.
When Beth moved back to Heraton a few months later in the throes of her
divorce, it had been only natural that their children should become
playmates, and that Sandy join Carol Sue as a birl. Over a large pitcher of
Long Island Tea, they had vowed that their daughters would never be
victimized by men as they had been. And that their sons would be loving and
supportive of whatever woman took them in to hearth and home.
The two women rounded the corner, catching sight of their two birls sitting
beside each other, Carol Sue holding Bitsy and Sandy holding his Tabitha.
They were as sweet as spun sugar, in lace and curls, their bright patent
Mary Janes swinging lightly before them.
The two girls were kneeling before the game cabinet trying to decide what
they would play with their birly sisters. Beth had insisted that they would
neither watch television not play electronic games. Freddie and Sandy were
to play with their guests, not ignore them for some flickering dots of
light. Their problem was deciding upon something challenging enough to
satisfy them without frustrating the birls who had already hinted they
should play "house" with their dolls.
"Have you two found something to play?" Beth's polished nail tapped
Freddie's shoulder.
"We were trying to decide on a picture puzzle. But the ones Carol Sue and
Sandy can handle are so easy."
"That would be a good choice. You two could help the birls learn how to
sort and identify likely pieces. But how about a game? Something where your
dear old mothers could join in?"
Freddie shook her head, her chestnut puffs barely moving. "That lets out
'Sorry.' There's only space for four. What could we play since the birls
can barely count to a hundred, much less add?"
"Well, not dominoes yet. How about 'Chinese Checkers?' They don't have to
count for that. And six can play."
"Are you going to play with us, Mother? Freddie and I won't stand a
chance."
Just as competitive as her mother. "Oh I don't know about that. We're old
and rusty. You just worry about beating your brothers. Besides it's not
about winning or losing, but about playing together, helping each other to
finish."
Sam looked doubtful. "If you say so, Miz Brown. But somebody always
finishes first."
Vicky laughed. "It won't hurt you to learn to lose graciously, so long as
you do your best. Besides you must be careful of Sandy's feelings. You
wouldn't want your best birl all teary, would you?"
"No. No, I s'pose not. He can cry when I beat him too bad."
"That's right. He has to succeed enough not to become a clinging vine. Who
knows? A few games and you might avoid having to play house." At least they
can't slip off and play Doctor.
"Alright, Miz Taylor. 'Chinese Checkers;' it is then." Freddie began to
fumble in the cabinet.
"Alright boys, come sit on the floor. Mind your skirts. We're going to play
'Chinese Checkers.'"
"Can Bitsy play too?"
"An' what about Tabitha? I don't want her to feel lonely."
"Why don't you sit next to us, and your dolls can sit next to you, and they
can help you play?"
"'Kay."
Each birl sat to his mother's right, spreading his skirt and tucking his
legs underneath. Each sat his doll beside him, carefully smoothing and
spreading the hem over the dolls knees.
"There," Sandy admonished Tabitha, "you be a good birl and help your
mommy."
Beth smiled to see how Sandy's maternal instincts had grown. One day her
baby would be all grown up, a bride, a wife, a mother. Beth gently stroked
Sandy's long ringlets, then hugged him close. She caught the faint odor of
violets from his scented talc. He was so precious, so pretty, she would
hate having to give him up someday.
Vicky squeezed her son's hand, looked down into his hazel eyes. With her
free hand, she stroked the puff of his hair, plumped his thick curls. Carol
Sue smiled at his mother, enjoying the comfort of her gentle touch. He
batted his long lashes as her finger traced the rim of his ear. Caro Sue
liked it that Vicky was especially warm each time he was all freshly done
and prettily dressed.
The girls slid into the spaces on the other sides of their mothers, leaning
into them to steal some closeness away from their pretty brothers. When
they straightened up, their hands slipped over to take that of the birl
sitting next to them.
"I found it, Mom," Freddie announced triumphantly. "May I have the red
ones?"
"Let your guests pick first, Freddie. Then you may pick since you have been
such a big help."
Sam picked the yellows, then Vicky steered Carol Sue to the oranges, away
from the reds. She took the blacks, befitting "the Queen of the Night."
Freddie got her reds, Sandy the greens, leaving Beth the whites. "I guess
I'm the Good Witch of the North," was her comment as she opened her bag.
With the marbles all in place, Carol Sue, as the youngest guest, had the
privilege of pushing the first marble into the center. The game proceeded
quickly, the birls vacillating between moving their marbles quickly and
hesitating, lost among the possibilities. The girls pushed their marbles
steadily, focused on reaching the opposite point but prone to leave avenues
open from the sides. Both Beth and Vicky offered gentle coaching to their
birls with frowns and smiles and gentle shakes of the heads. The girls
would have complained if they had suggested moves, but silent confirmation
and disapproval for the younger set was within bounds.
Beth did her best to set up moves for Sandy, but playing after her did not
make that easy. Nevertheless, Sandy managed to win the second game, and
Carol Sue the third. Vicky glanced at Beth, who nodded in understanding.
Sam found long paths opening up for her, and she won the fourth.
"There. I think that's quite enough. You children all did so well."
"But you haven't won yet, Mom." Freddie was truly distraught.
"Oh, that's alright. Vicky and I just needed to get the cobwebs swept form
our brains. Would you please bring me a refill of lemonade? For that
matter, all our guests could use one as well."
"I'll help you, Freddie. If you could help me up, please?" Carol Sue was
ever willing to tag along wherever Freddie went.
Freddie held out a steadying hand. Carol Sue smiled his best dazzling
pageant smile, slid his leg under and rose in a cloud of white organza. He
smoothed out his petticoats and adjusted his sash before taking Freddie's
hand to walk to the bar where the lemonade cooler stood.
Sam cued off Freddie to help Sandy rise. Sandy managed to rise, smile, and
lift Tabitha all in the same motion, never letting go of Sam's hand. With
Sam pinching their tumblers in well manicured fingers, Tabitha led her to
the couch to sit, side by side, their skirts and petticoats intermingled.
A gentle cough sounded from the doorway. Beth looked up to find Angela
standing there, hands clasped before her.
"I've finished the kitchen, Ma'am. And started another load in the washer.
Is there anything else you have for me to do today, Ma'am?"
"Have you changed the bed linens?
"This morning, Ma'am. They've already been washed and folded."
"What about the slips and gowns. There was a basket full this morning."
"Folded and put away. Ma'am."
"Did you iron my nightgowns first?"
"No, Ma'am. Did you want them ironed, Ma'am?"
"I realize it must be difficult keeping up with your families, but yes, I
want you to lightly iron out the wrinkles before you put them away. The
same for my slips."
"I'm sorry, Miz Brown. Do you want me to redo them?"
"Yes I do. Remember, the 'Silk' setting. No starch. And sprinkle a dusting
of my talc in the drawer before you put them away."
"Yes, Ma'am." Angela stepped back and dipped slightly before disappearing.
"Servants. You cannot live without them, but you do have to follow along
behind and check up on them." Vicky glanced at the children. "They do make
pretty pairs, don't they?"
Beth turned her head, glancing from one couple to the other. "Yes, they do.
Each of our girls has the proverbial birl next door. There are a lot of
dance steps between now and the wedding waltz, but it's hopeful that they
do like each other now."
"They'll see lots more children at Miss Fairland's. And the dances the
Talents offer will ensure that they interact with others."
"I know. Still, it's too much to hope for that over the next thirteen years
that there won't be some tears and heartaches. That and familiarity can
lead to breakup." Beth sighed.
"It won't be all wine and roses; there will be some lovers' quarrels. But
we'll be there to reassure them. Let's not worry about what might happen
and just enjoy them enjoying being together."
"May It have your tumbler, Mom?"
"Thank you, Sweetheart. Lot's of ice, please."
Beth's eyes followed her Freddie as she carried the tumblers to Carol Sue.
Freddie was neat and clean in her dotted Swiss, very much a sweet young
girl with her hair up. But standing next to Carol Sue in his sash and frou-
frou, Freddie looked much more in charge, especially since she was a good
five inches taller at her four feet ten. Carol Sue would always be petite,
a perfect size match to become Freddie's wife.
The women helped each other up and were settled in arm chairs when Freddie
brought around a tray of freshly filled tumblers. Even with air chilled and
dried by the air conditioning, cool beads collected on the surface of each
tumbler, a welcome chill since Beth kept the thermostat at 80 during the
summer days. Her ears followed the chorus of "Thank you's" and "Your
welcome's" as Freddie and Carol Sue served their siblings. Countless
repetitions of etiquette lessons had penetrated after all.
"Beth? Could you be a dear and take Carol Sue to the next pageant? The
Treetops are coming in that day for the weekend performances, and they are
becoming demanding. I'm afraid I'll be tied down seeing that their egos are
petted."
"Of course. If you'll have all their things ready to go at noon, I can
swing by for them and then pick up the children from school."
"Oh, thank you, thank you; you're a life saver. I could just clone myself
sometimes. And if you don't mind terribly, could you take Samantha with
you? She might as well watch and give Carol Sue some moral support."
"Of course." My minivan is going to be awfully crowded; Vicky owes me
another one. "So what is Carol Sue singing this month? Not 'My Heart
Belongs to Mommy' again?"
"No, Miz Brooks thinks he's ready for something different. He'll do 'I
Enjoy Being a Birl.'"
"We really must talk with her about the birls' material. She has Sandy
doing that too."
"Really? Maybe the birls can sing a duet? Just for us?"
"Could they? It is written for one."
"Oh, just change 'I' to 'we.' It's not that they have to be polished. It's
just family."
"Well, maybe." Sandy hates flubbing. And especially in front of Sam!
"It won't hurt to ask them? And if we have the girls do something as well?
And we can even promise to do something together. An old fashioned family
show should finish off the afternoon."
"Alright." Beth glanced at the children. Both the birls were trying to
interest the girls in playing 'house,' holding and grooming their doll
children. "Sandy? Carol Sue? Vicky has had an idea that you two might want
to sing your pageant piece for us. Your both doing 'I Enjoy Being a Birl,'
so you might sing it together for us. Would that be alright?"
"Sure. That would be fun. C'mon, Sandy, do you have the music?"
Sandy nodded, then shook her head. "But it's a solo."
"What if everyone sang something? Your mom and I could do a duet too."
"But I won't know the words."
"It's just a tiny change. And if you sing the lyric you learned, that will
be alright."
Sandy squinted and cocked her head to look at Vicky. "I dunno. Carol Sue?"
"It might be fun. I could use the practice."
"Give it a try, Sandy. I like hearing you sing."
Sandy turned her head to Sam. "Are you sure? I might not be very good. I'm
still learning it."
"That's Okay. When you're done, Freddie and I can sing 'Let It Be Me.'
'Kay?"
"'Kay."
The birls took up their positions in front of the game cabinet, smoothing
their skirts, fiddling with each other's hair, fumbling with their mikes
while Freddie located the right karaoke disc. Sam took up her seat, leaning
forward in encouragement.
"How do I look, Mother? Shouldn't we put on our faces?"
"It's just for family, Carol Sue. You look fine.
"Now remember, just sing 'We' instead of 'I' each time." Vicky rushed on
almost breathless. "You know, 'We enjoy being the birls.' Sing a few lines
to each other, just before you finish. And relax. This is just supposed to
be fun." Vicky settled back into her chair.
"And just what have you decided we should sing? Remember, I don't have a
big range."
"Oh, you'll be fine. How about 'Baubles, Bangles, and Beads?' That should
be tight enough."
"I hope we have the music."
"Let's do it a capella."
"You do like to live dangerously. Ready, birls?
Carol Sue nodded. "If you please, maestro."
The introit began when Freddie hit the play button. Carol Sue and Sandy
turned to each other, their crinoline spread dresses swishing in the
breeze.
"We are birls, and by us that's only great!
We are proud that our silhouettes are curvy,
That we walk with a sweet and birlish gait
With our hips kind of swivelly and swervy."
The birls had already performed in pageants many times. Miz Brooks stressed
how to present a song as well as posture, lyrics, and hitting the proper
notes. Despite Sandy's nervousness, he easily played off Carol Sue,
alternating between singing to him and singing to his audience. Especially
Sam.
"We're strictly shemale shemales,
And our futures we hope will be,
In the homes of two buh-rave females
Who enjoy being the gals having the birls... like... we.
The birls stepped forward to finish, arms outstretched, skirts swirling,
each birl looking directly at his girl. There was no doubt who each birl
hoped would give him a ring one day. Or that they would close their eyes
sweetly, gratefully, as the hoops were placed in their noses.
"Wow! That was great!"
The girls hugged their birlfriends, the birls hugging back.
"Okay, our turn to entertain you. Freddie?"
Sam kissed Sandy on the cheek as he gathered up the mikes. Freddie searched
the discs to find the accompaniment Miz Brooks sold to her students.
The two girls stood together, nervously twitching while the opening bars
played. Their talents were dancing, not singing, although they sang well
enough for the children's choir. The girls looked directly at their
birlfriends and mouthed, "This is for you."
"God bless the day I found you;
I want to stay around you;
And so I beg you,
Let it be me."
The birls bunched together, dolls tucked close to their sides. For the
moment, they were all eyes, receiving their first serenades. Their eyes
glistened, their bodies relaxed; they were in heaven.
The song was done soon enough, sooner than the birls would have liked. But
when the girls were done, the birls rushed to them, squealing, a cloud of
flying skirts and white petticoats.
"Yes, yes, you were wonderful!" The occasional missed note and garbled
lyric made not one whit of difference to each birl, his arms wrapped
tightly around his girl's waist.
"Okay, Mom. Your turn. What do you want me to put on?"
"Just sit, Freddie. Vicky and I are going to do ours a capella. That way
your less likely to know when we mess up."
"If you say so." The girls handed the mikes to their mothers, then each led
his birl to a couch. They settled in, close, the girls' arms around the
birls' waists. "Whenever you are ready."
Vicky looked at Beth, hummed a note. After a couple of pitch adjustments,
Beth nodded to Vicky. They mouthed the first couple of lines, nodded. Vicky
led off.
"A-one, anna two, anna three, . . ."
Baubles, bangles, hear how they jing, jinga-linga
Baubles, bangles, bright shiny beads
Each mother sang directly at her birl, then her girl, nodding her approval
to the couples snuggled on the couches.
You'll glitter and gleam so,
Make somebody dream,
So that someday, she may,
Buy you a ring, ringa-linga.
I've heard, that's where it leads,
Wearin' baubles, bangles, and beads.
The children looked at one another, blushed during the song, but when it
was done, they clapped enthusiastically.
"Gee, Mom. I didn't know you could sing."
"Thank you, Freddie. There's a lot you still have to learn. More lemonade,
everybody?"
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