you still thinking about what Eliza’s mother said to you?” Maggie
Callison asked as she propped herself up onto her elbows and looked at
Randy Lamont who was sitting beside her on the blanket facing the lake.
“A… little,” he muttered, unable to
look at her. Instead, he
continued to focus his eyes on the lake where his girlfriend, Eliza
Campbell, was rather unwillingly frolicking in the water with Maggie’s
de facto boyfriend, Stanley
“I just can’t get what she said out of my head… or how she
looked at me… like I wasn’t even good enough to be seen in her
“Randy, you can’t listen to a single
word Corinne Campbell says.” She
reached over and grabbed hold of his arm, finally forcing him to turn to
face her. “She’s a
petty, spiteful woman. I
don’t think she’d ever think anyone was good enough for Eliza.”
“She wasn’t talking about just
anyone, Maggie. She was
talking about me.”
Maggie looked at the deeply pained
expression on Randy’s face and let out a slow sigh.
“Anyone who could ever think you
weren’t good enough doesn’t have the first clue what they’re
talking about,” she said as she took his hand.
“You’re the nicest, most decent, most honorable boy I’ve
ever known. You’re more
than good enough for anybody!”
I remember right, that’s not what you thought when you first met
me.” He pulled his hand
away from hers, quickly jumped up from the blanket, and began to walk
away. “I believe you
called me a complete idiot and told me I should’ve stayed wherever it
was that I came from. I’m
not so sure you weren’t right.”
Having Randy remind Maggie of their
first, confrontational meeting caused her eyes to well up with tears and
she quickly turned away from him, unable to see the pain the memories
clearly brought him.
“I… I’m sorry about that,” she
muttered, more than a bit embarrassed by her earlier judgmental
behavior. “I didn’t give
myself a chance to know you first. I…
made assumptions that weren’t true.”
“But you did
make them…. Just like Eliza’s mother made them…. Just like every
other person. To everyone
else I’m just “that Lamont boy” who doesn’t have any future or
anything to offer anyone. Mrs.
Campbell’s right. I’m
not good enough for….”
stop that, Randy! You stop
that right now!” The
forcefulness in Maggie’s voice caused him to turn to look at her.
“Don’t you let anyone – especially Corinne Campbell – ever tell you that you aren’t good
enough. You’re more than
good enough for anyone.”
Randy hesitated for a brief moment as his
eyes met Maggie’s and the silent words of a thousand unspoken
conversations hung in the air between them until finally….
“Even you, Maggie?
Am I good enough for you?”
Randy’s question caught Maggie off
guard and she sat in stunned silence as she tried to quickly gather her
before she could give him an answer, Stanley’s uproarious voice began
to grow increasingly louder, causing them each to turn in his direction
and see him running in their direction.
Randy!” he called out as he waved at them.
“Are you guys going to actually get in the water or not?
I thought that was the entire reason for coming out here in the
“I… um….” Maggie stammered, not
quite sure what to say or how to react.
Her uneasiness was quickly increased by the sight of Eliza
hurrying up the hill towards them, clearly far from happy that Stanley
had seemed to abandon her in the water.
“Stanley!” Eliza cried out in anger.
“Don’t you dare run away from me!
If I manage to get my hands on you, I’ll….”
Before she could say another word, she noticed the obvious
awkwardness shared by Randy and Maggie and immediately knew something
was going on. “You two
seem rather… cozy up here all by yourselves… rather content to leave
me along with that goon Stanley.”
“I am not a goon!” Stanley snapped.
“Geez, I was just having a little fun.”
you’re not the only one.” Eliza’s
eyes darted from Maggie to Randy as she observed the looks of
embarrassment on their faces as well as the awkward tension that seemed
to exist between them. Without
wasting a moment, she grabbed onto Randy’s arm and pulled him tightly
to her side. “I thought
you two were coming down to the water.”
“Yeah, Mags,” Stanley nodded. “What
“We were… we were just about to head
down,” Randy muttered, unable to look at either Maggie or Eliza.
Maggie jumped up from the blanket and began to hurriedly collect
her things. “It’s
getting late and I really want to stop by and see Jillian.
Stanley, would you take me home please?”
With her bag slung over her shoulder,
Maggie grabbed his hand and pushed past Randy and Eliza as she led him
towards his jalopy, never bothering to even look back over her shoulder
at Randy. If she had, she
would’ve seen him watching her as she walked the rest of the way up
the hill – and Eliza watching him