Feels Like the First Time (4 page)

"And," her mom continued, "when you thread a needle, you don't put the thread in the needle's eye. Instead you move the eye around the thread. Think about that." Fran didn't have any idea what that was about, but she wasn't about to ask. She was blushing deeply enough already.

"Remember your first dance?" Mom went on.

"Yes."

"Dance better now, don't you?"

"Yes." Well, so long as 'now' included the time before Jim went to camp

"Still remember the first dance, though, don't you? Love remembering it? This is something of the same thing. You'll get better at
it, get more of a certain kind of pleasure after you're more experienced. But your first time is something to look back on. That's why I don't want you out in some park lying on some dirty blanket."

"Mother!"
By now, Fran must have been blushing scarlet.

"I considered offering you this bed. But you don't really need more room. Your own bed will hold a lot of memories. But take your time. We'll be gone for much longer than you'll need, and you'll want lots of memories."

"Mother!"

"Let's go. We have dinner to fix."

And they fixed dinner. The oddest foods were scarce, but Mom was a skilled cook.

Mr. Bridges took Fran down to the train station with the family to meet Jim. Jim was deeply tanned. Fran held back 'til Jim had greeted his family, but then he swept her into an intense kiss. He was so solid hugging her, more muscle and less bone than last time. They let Fran off at her house while they took Jim back, but he came later for supper. Mom put Jim at the head of the table with Fran and Hal on either side. She didn't once tell Hal to let other people talk. But, when the meal was over, Mom ordered Hal, Betty, and Sue all to clean the table and wash the dishes.

"But, Mother...." Hal said.

"And, when we're done, it will be your bedtime.
All three of you." Mom supervised cleaning the table and putting the food away in the icebox. You could hear her heels all the way across the dining room, and Jim was sitting down apart from Fran when she arrived in the living room. "Well, Jim," she said, "it is nice to see you back. I hope to see more of you, but we're going to be spending this weekend with my parents."

"Fran didn't tell me." Jim sounded betrayed.

"That's because she isn't going." Jim looked happier at that news. Then he looked at her. She looked down trying not to blush.

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