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emotional numbness to pass. I simply couldn't remain in a state of
constant grief. I moved on. I did my work. I saved my earnings. I
lived my life. It just wasn't a particularly happy one.
    On the morning of Friday, December 28th, I
entered the Eldridge kitchen, hung up my coat on the rack near the
door, and proceeded to the closet where the cleaning supplies were
stored. I grabbed a bucket and mop. I figured I'd start with the
bathroom. I was filling the bucket at the kitchen sink when I
glimpsed something in the next room.
    Oh my god! It was
him! He was home for the
holidays!
    I dropped the bucket into the sink, causing
a loud thud. Beau poked his head into the kitchen.
    "Everything OK?"
    Everything was much more than OK. Beau was
there.
    "Everything's fine." I stared with hunger at
the boy I'd been missing so terribly.
    "Nice to see you again."
    "Nice to see you, too." I gulped hard. "Do
you want your pillow fluffed?"
    "Not today." If it's possible to see another
person's heart sink, I believe Beau saw mine do just that when he
indicated there'd be no note waiting for me in the pillowcase. "But
I do want my room cleaned," he added amiably.
    "Of course," I said. "Soon as I finish the
bathroom."
    Both of us just stood there awkwardly. I
expected him to be leaving my presence any moment. Instead, he
stayed put.
    "Don't you have a birthday coming up?" he
asked.
    "Four days."
    "How are you gonna celebrate it?"
    "Probably like everybody else celebrates New
Year's Day," I shrugged. "Nothing special."
    "That's a shame." The corners of his lips
curled up ever so slightly. "When a girl turns eighteen, she ought
to do something very special."
    There was only one thing I wanted to do on
my birthday, and, if this boy didn't know it by now, then I had
wasted a lot of ink and paper on him.
    "Beau?" Mrs. Eldridge appeared directly
behind her son. "Are you keeping this girl from her work?"
    "No," he responded as he cheerfully shuffled
out the kitchen door. "Just getting out of her way."
    Mrs. Eldridge gave me one last serious look
that told me not to dawdle any longer, and I went back to filling
the bucket. The bathroom awaited.
    After that, I dusted and swept the parlor.
No Beau to be seen there. Drat! The bedrooms were next. I took a
dust mop and cleaning rag with me up the stairs. There was Beau's
room right before me.
    Might as well start there.
    I entered the bedroom only to hear the door
click shut behind me. I turned with a start. It was Beau. He held
his index finger to his lips.
    "Sssshhh," he whispered.
    Honestly, there was no
place in the world I'd have rather been than alone with Beau.
However, I was petrified that Mrs. Eldridge or one of the sisters
might barge in at any moment. And then what would we say? What
would I say? Alone with a boy in his
bedroom? The maid? The employer's son? This was dangerous. I felt incredibly vulnerable.
    "What would you say," he spoke most softly,
"if I said I don't think it's right for a girl not to do something
special on her eighteenth birthday?"
    "I don't know." I'm amazed he could even
hear me. In my fear, my trembling voice was almost nonexistent.
Maybe he didn't hear me. It probably didn't matter because he
continued calmly.
    "What would you say if I said I think a girl
should really celebrate becoming a woman?"
    "How should she do that?"
    "By celebrating like a woman ."
    I wasn't sure what that meant. But, for
God's sake, this was Beau talking to me! I wasn't about to
challenge him.
    "Know what this is?" He reached into his
pants pocket and pulled out a small metal object. "It's the key to
the McMahon house next door. They're in Europe for the holidays and
asked us to look after the place. Feed the cat. It'll be absolutely
empty New Year's Eve."
    "Except for the cat," I nervously
quipped.
    "Mr. Whiskers won't mind if we borrow the
place for the night," smirked my golden boy.
    Oh, my god! Is he suggesting what I think
he's suggesting?
    "What about your family?"
    "Attending a big New