"I figured since you've been through considerable pain yourself, you'd understand," he said.
"I do."
"1 gotta grease this truck," he declared. "It's due. In case Charlotte asks after me," he added.
"We'll tell her," I said. Gavin took my hand and we headed back to the house.
Charlotte met us in the entry way and told us Jefferson had been so tired from his hard day's work, he fell asleep on the sofa.
"And Homer carried him up to bed again," she added. No matter how gentle and sweet Homer seemed, I couldn't help being worried and hurried upstairs with Gavin right behind me.
We found Jefferson fast asleep in his bed. He was dressed in his nightshirt and the blanket was tucked in neatly just under his chin. Homer startled us, sitting quietly in the corner of the room in the dark.
"I was just watching him to be sure he was okay," Homer explained. "Until you got here," he added.
"Thank you, Homer. That was very nice of you."
"I best be getting home myself if we're gonna rise early to paint the barn." He started away.
"Good night, Homer," I called.
"Night," he said and slipped away as quickly as a shadow under the moonlight.
"He's all right," Gavin said when I went to Jefferson's side and stared down at his angelic little face. I couldn't help but smile recalling what Daddy used to say: "Jefferson's an angel at least eight hours a day because that's when he's asleep." Gavin came up beside me to whisper in my ear.
"How would you like to try that lake Luther spoke about? It's hot enough tonight, hotter than a henhouse in heat," he added. I felt a hot blush stain my cheeks.
"We'll take some towels, take a lantern to light the way," he continued.
"Jefferson might wake up and be frightened," I said weakly.
"He's not waking up so fast and he knows where he's at by now. Come on," Gavin said. "We earned some fun."
"All right," I said. "I'll get the towels."
Even though we weren't slinking about, I couldn't help feeling we were sneaking of in the night. Gavin didn't light the lantern until we were a dozen yards or so from the house. We found the path Luther had described and followed it over a small hill. There below us was the lake, inky and still in the darkness, but the water catching the stars here and there on its surface.
We walked down to the dock and took off our shoes and socks to test the water.
"It's cold," I complained.
"Only until you get in, I bet," Gavin said. "Are we gonna go skinny dippin'?" he asked. "I can put out the lamp, if that will make you feel more comfortable."
"No," I said quickly. "You should leave it on."
"Fine with me," he said and started to undress. My heart was pounding. We had slept side by side naked to the bone the night before, but we had been in the darkness. Now our bodies glistened in the light of the lantern under the stars. Despite how intimate we had been, I couldn't help but be bashful and yet terribly excited. If my heart beat any faster, I would surely faint, I thought. Gavin was naked, his back to me, and I had only slipped out of my skirt.
He turned and looked at me.
"I'll go in first," he said and lowered himself off the edge of the dock. Then he splashed into the water.
"It's great," he called back. He was only a dark, silhouetted head. "Come on, bashful."
"Don't tease me or I'll turn around and run back," I warned.
"My lips are sealed," he said quickly and kicked up his feet, churning water as he swam backwards.
I unbuttoned my blouse and then slipped off my bra. By the time I stepped out of my panties, I was covered with goose bumps. I dipped my feet in the water again and looked for Gavin, but he was gone.