He took both girls to the aquarium. He played tennis with them. He took Savannah to the country club and introduced her to everyone. And the more he did, the more Luisa felt he had betrayed her, but Tom no longer cared. Savannah’s stay in Charleston, and Luisa’s reaction to it, had driven a wedge between them that widened the gap that had been there before Savannah arrived. Tom and Luisa hardly spoke to each other anymore, and Luisa was either out, in a rage with him, or in bed with a damp cloth on her head. She just couldn’t get past it and didn’t try. She hadn’t had a single kind word, or made a single hospitable gesture toward Savannah, since she arrived. Her father apologized to her for it, but he just couldn’t make his wife behave. It was open civil war.

Her grandmother got a touch of the flu, and Savannah went over several times to keep her company and nurse her. She had read all the books her grandmother had given her, and was learning a great deal about the Civil War.

Savannah was sitting with her one afternoon on the porch, when Luisa came by unannounced. She looked furious the moment she saw Savannah there and told her to go home. Savannah started to get up. She didn’t want to cause a problem.

“Sit down,” her grandmother told her harshly, and looked at her daughter-in-law. “She’s not going anywhere, Luisa. Why don’t you try to relax? She’s not going to hurt you. She’s just a child. She doesn’t want anything from you. And her mother doesn’t want him either.” Her son had reported to her what Alexa had said to him over lunch. His mother wasn’t surprised, and respected her for it. She told Tom that Alexa was right, and at least had pride and self-respect. She was sure she probably did love him, but she didn’t want a man who could hurt her that badly, and wait ten years to come back, when it was convenient for him. Tom had been shocked by what his mother said.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Luisa said grandly, as Eugenie looked at her with narrowed eyes.

“Yes, you do. You’re afraid that Tom will do the same thing to you that you and he did to Alexa. He won’t. She won’t let him. You’ve got him. And Savannah has nothing to do with it. She’s stuck here. So there’s no reason to punish her.”

“I haven’t punished her!” Luisa looked outraged. “Did she tell you that?” She looked daggers at Savannah, and her mother-in-law shook her head.

“No. Tom did. He says you’ve been mean-spirited and rude to her since she arrived.” Eugenie pulled no punches, southern or not. And she ran the show. Savannah was mortified to be listening to their conversation. She didn’t want to defend her stepmother, but she didn’t want to confront or condemn her either. She was too formidable an opponent to take on, and already bad enough without that. “I think you should just sit back and enjoy yourself for a change, and have some fun. You got him. He’s not going anywhere.”

“How do you know that?”

“He’s not that kind of man.” She knew her son, and also that he didn’t have the guts. “You dragged him out of that marriage, and I pushed him. Without our help, he’s not moving. And a seventeen-year-old girl is no threat to you. All she’s doing here is waiting for her mother to finish her trial so she can go home.”

“Why is she spending so much time with you?” Luisa sounded suspicious and suspected a plot between them. It was the kind of thing she would have done, but not Savannah. It was the farthest thing from Savannah’s mind.

“Because she’s a nice girl,” her grandmother said kindly. She had grown fond of her in a short time, and she was grateful for the time they had shared. “And she’s probably lonely here, without her mother. You haven’t done anything to make her feel at home.”

“I… I…” She started to splutter, but she had no response.

“Why don’t you come back and visit some other time, when I’m alone?” She was sending Luisa away, and Savannah stood up, embarrassed to be witness to a conversation where they talked about her as though she weren’t there. Luisa acted like she didn’t exist.

“I have homework to do anyway,” Savannah said, bending to kiss her grandmother. She promised to come back soon, and a few minutes later she drove away, and Luisa was left with the mother-in-law who knew too much, and had been part of it, but now held it against her.

“I thought you’d be good to him,” she said as Luisa sat down across from her, angry that Eugenie had championed Savannah’s cause, but not hers. Savannah was a lot easier for the old woman to love than Luisa. “You haven’t been good to him. You’ve been mean to my son. You won him, like a dog at a fair. He’s yours now, he has been for ten years. There’s no need to kick him. He might be nicer to you, if you treat him well.” She was defending her son, with good reason. Luisa had treated him badly for years.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Mother Beaumont.” Luisa would have liked to say that they were the rantings of an old woman, but they both knew that she was totally clearheaded and what she was saying was true. Luisa pretended to look hurt but in fact was livid.

“I think you ought to go home and think about it,” Eugenie said to her. It was late in the afternoon, and she was tired. Savannah had stayed for a long time, and her grandmother had enjoyed it. But now she was worn out. Too much so to deal with Luisa. “You’ll lose him in the end, if you treat him badly. Alexa won’t have him back. But someone else will. He’s a fine-looking man.”

“I’ve already lost him,” Luisa said hoarsely, looking crestfallen, and for once was sincere. “He never loved me, not since I got him back. He never stopped loving her.” They both knew it was the truth, and Eugenie had regretted it ever since. Her son had been miserable for ten years, and in great part it was her fault. She felt guilty for it now, and was repaying the debt to Savannah, and felt guilty about her too. Luisa was only thinking about herself, and the fact that her husband didn’t love her, and never stopped loving Alexa.

Her mother-in-law knew she was right. “We were wrong, Luisa. Both of us. We had no right to do what we did. We hurt both of them, and their child. If I were you, I’d do everything I could to make it up to him, and to Savannah while she’s here. That would mean a lot to him.” Luisa was bereft of speech for once, nodded at her mother-in-law, and went back to her car. She was no different to Savannah that night, or to Tom, but she was very, very quiet. Tom could see she had something on her mind. He stayed away from her, because it was easier for him. Luisa went upstairs instead of having dinner with them. She said she had one of her sick headaches, and went to bed.

Spring was in full bloom when Alexa came back to Charleston again. She was bringing two important things with her, Savannah knew, her college acceptance letters, and her grandmother from New York. Savannah was excited about both, and threw herself into Muriel’s arms the moment she saw her.

“You look wonderful, Savannah,” her grandmother said, looking pleased. She’d been afraid that being away for so long had been hard for her granddaughter. Instead, she looked happy, and was thriving, and seemed even more grown up and poised. She could see why Alexa was worried. Savannah seemed so comfortable in Charleston that it was hard to believe she would ever want to leave. But Muriel was still certain that ultimately she would want to come home. And New York with her mother was home.

“Okay, so shall we open the letters?” Alexa asked excitedly after Savannah greeted her grandmother in the suite. Savannah hadn’t allowed her mother to open them and read them to her. She didn’t want to hear the news on the phone. They had all finally come in that week, some several weeks late, others right on time. Some were thicker envelopes than others, which usually meant acceptance. She had heard back from every college where she’d applied, and she looked nervous as she held the envelopes. Her future was about to be decided, and where she would spend the next four years. And more than likely, she would have several choices. She hoped they were the ones she wanted, and not just her backups.

There were six envelopes. Some of her friends had applied to a dozen schools, but Savannah had narrowed it down to six. Alexa and Muriel sat on the couch and waited with bated breath. Savannah began.

She opened Stanford first, and they had turned her down. She looked crestfallen for a moment, and her mother quickly said that she wouldn’t have let her go there anyway, so it was a moot point, which softened the blow. Savannah knew that was true since her mother had said it all along, unless it was her only option.

Harvard declined her as well. Savannah hadn’t been in love with it either. The school seemed too big and scary to her.

Brown had wait-listed her, and congratulated her on her good work. She was a little disappointed by that. Brown was her second choice.

That left Princeton, George Washington, and Duke. She opened Duke next and got in. The three women in the living room of the suite let out a cheer. They hugged each other, Savannah was grinning, and they sat down again. She had a school. A good one.

“Why do I feel like I’m at the Academy Awards? And for best picture…,” Muriel said as Savannah giggled, even more nervous than she had been before. She opened GW next. Another yes. She had two schools now. And the last one was the one she wanted most. Princeton. The envelope seemed slim. They had probably turned her down. She sat holding it in her hands. “Will you open it, for God’s sake?” Muriel prodded her. “I can’t stand the suspense.”

“Neither can I,” Alexa admitted. But this was Savannah’s show. She had worked hard for this and waited a long time to know. Her applications had been sent in three months before. She ever so slowly tore open the last envelope, agonizingly, and carefully unfolded the letter. She closed her eyes for an instant, and then read it, jumped to her feet, and let out a scream.