I WOKE UP to the sound of a woodpecker tapping on the pine tree. I sat up and turned my binoculars to him. He was alone, as alone as I felt. I couldn’t go through with the pie contest. Not if I had to deal with people making fun of my family all the time. I wondered what happened if someone didn’t turn in a pie. I guessed the judges just assumed it was a no-show and threw the entry form away. That would be Number forty-seven.
I spotted the rowboat cutting across the cove, but it was Joe not Luke. Then I remembered Joe was going to handle the shop today—Mom and I were going to Burlington to buy a flower girl dress. I flopped back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. No one was a flower girl at my age.
Mom knocked and poked her head in. “Let’s go!”
I groaned.
“C’mon—I’m buying you clothes!”
“OK, but no pink.”
Mom and Eva had soft smiles now whenever they talked about the wedding plans. Mom said she knew the people who mattered—Joe, Ms. Flynn the librarian, even Ruth—supported their right to get married if they wanted. I made an effort, but Eva and I were still not on the best of terms. I didn’t know how to break the stand-off with her.
Once in the car, I glanced at the windshield. We hadn’t had any notes or signs after that one time. It didn’t surprise me. Whoever was behind it, maybe Lauren’s mother or even Mr. Costa, had gotten organized and made all those flyers boycotting gay businesses. I began counting how many “Take Back Vermont” signs I saw compared to “Keep it Civil.”
“We sent out the invitations,” Mom said once we got on the highway for Burlington.
“Who’s coming?” I had counted ten “Take Back Vermont” signs; six “Keep It Civil” signs.
“Well, so far, Joe and Luke have RSVP’d, and so has Anne Flynn.”
Great. Three people. I spotted another “Take Back” sign, making the score eleven to six.
“No worries, right, June?” Mom said.
“No worries,” I said. It was the old game, but I wasn’t playing truthfully. I was worried about everything: Tina, the wedding, my no-show pie. On top of everything, I didn’t know what to do about Eva. The silence was making me miserable.
At the department store, I trailed behind Mom, fingering various dresses. Nothing seemed right.
“I’m wearing my lilac dress,” she said. “And Eva is wearing a red dress—well maybe more of a burgundy wine color. We thought you’d look great in something, hmm, green.”
I looked around. I hoped no one had heard. “Blue,” I said defiantly.
A saleswoman approached. “May I help you?”
“Yes,” Mom said. “We’re looking for an elegant dress for a special occasion for my daughter.”
“How nice,” she said. “Should we head to the teen section?”
I felt like the woman was looking right at my chest. “I’m twelve,” I said.
“Growing up so fast,” Mom murmured, mussing my hair. I was about to scream.
“What’s the special occasion?”
I gave Mom a look, but she went ahead and said, “A wedding.”
“Oh, how lovely! Who is getting married?”
“I am,” Mom said, then gave me a reassuring squeeze.
I was glad she didn’t say any more. Not every conversation had to be a political act, did it?
The saleswoman pulled a couple of dresses off the rack in pinks, lavenders, and purples.
I folded my arms. “I like blue,” I said.
“Well, here’s a nice one.” She pulled down a lake blue dress, with navy trim. It was short-sleeved, with a wide skirt. “It has little flowers around the neckline.”
“June, they look like blueberry flowers,” Mom exclaimed.
Even I had to admit it was perfect. I tried on several others, including a green one, but the blueberry dress was the one.
Mom put her hands on my shoulders. We both straightened as we gazed in the mirror. My head had reached Mom’s shoulder—and my hair was not in a ponytail for once. I wasn’t flower girl material anymore.
“June, you look beautiful.” Mom touched my hair lightly, and for once I didn’t mind.
With the blueberry dress folded in a bag, we stopped in a few more stores. Mom found new shoes for herself and white sandals for me.
“Let’s get ice cream to celebrate,” Mom said, pushing open the door at Ben & Jerry’s. “I never take clothes shopping for granted with you.”
I ordered my favorite, chocolate chip cookie dough. Mom had hers, rainforest crunch. Eva wouldn’t approve—she wanted us to try new flavors.
“Eva and I thought you could hold a bouquet of Queen Anne’s lace,” Mom said, as we settled into a booth.
I licked off a piece of dough. “Don’t you think I’m too old to be a flower girl?”
“What would you like to be?”
“The maid of honor.”
Mom wrapped her napkin around her cone. “Usually, the maid of honor is the bride’s best friend.”
I grinned. “That’s me, isn’t it?”
She smiled. “There’s nothing conventional about this wedding, so why not?”
“Yes!”
“I’ll tell Eva,” Mom said, then added, “We know this wedding hasn’t been on your list of favorite things to do this summer.”
Somehow, it didn’t seem like the worst thing anymore. “You changed your mind about the wedding, about being in the spotlight.”
“I’ve never changed my mind about Eva, but I was worried about you.” She pushed her glasses back. “I was trying to protect you—that’s what moms do. But you’ve been tackling prejudice all along, and that’s not going to change.”
I dragged my tongue over the top of the cone. It was fine for her, but now lying low seemed like the right thing for me. I no longer wanted to be Tina’s friend or enter my pie in the fair.
Mom continued. “And getting married makes sure we’re treated like any other family, even if some people don’t see it that way.”
“Like the eleven people with ‘Take Back Vermont’ signs,” I pointed out.
“What about the ‘Keep It Civil’ signs?”
“Only six.” I licked my ice cream. I wanted to tell her about the day at the library, but the words stuck in my throat like cookie dough. Or what had happened with Mr. Costa and Tina, but that reminded me how Sam had called Luke my boyfriend.
“Can I ask you something else?” I said. “About boys.”
Mom’s cone stopped inches from her lips. “What about them?”
“Do you think . . .” I hesitated. “I mean, you may not know, but do you think I will be like you?”
“Oh, honey,” she said. “Only you will know. Deep down, I think you might know already.”
My stomach quivered, remembering when Luke had held my hand the day on the cliff and on the dock. I wondered if Tina had ever held a boy’s hand, not counting Tim’s.
“Hey, you two.” Eva appeared. “I thought I might find you here.”
I stiffened. What was she doing here? This was my time with Mom.
Mom gave her a hug. I looked away, hoping no one noticed. “We were just talking about the wedding.” Mom winked at me.
“What, same old flavor?” Eva teased. She was wearing her hospital coat.
“Were you trying to track us down?” I asked.
“June!”
“I won’t bother you two for long—I’m taking a little break.”
I balled up my napkin. “I’m going to be the maid of honor,” I announced.
Eva was surprised. She looked at me and then at Mom. “Is that what you want?”
“It’s what we both decided,” Mom said. Now it was Eva’s turn to feel left out. I was glad.
Eva and Mom began to discuss details about the caterer. I finished my cone, hoping no one was listening to them. I excused myself and headed to the rest-room.
Just as I shut a stall door, some girls all talking at once came in. With a start, I recognized Tina’s voice. I looked through the crack: She was with Lauren and Kelly. I hadn’t seen them since school had ended.
My face burned. I couldn’t believe she was with them. Any hope that Tina understood how mean they had been that day at the softball game disappeared. She obviously didn’t get it. She was from a regular American apple pie family: Mom, Dad, two boys, and a girl. I couldn’t stand it. A friend wouldn’t laugh off an insult. Luke wouldn’t have laughed.
I didn’t make a sound. If I walked out, I’d have to decide whether or not to ignore them. My skin prickled. I wondered if they would ignore me.
“Wasn’t that guy cute?” Kelly squealed.
“No way,” Lauren said. “He was so gay!”
Anger kick-started inside me. Tina wouldn’t tell Lauren to stop saying “gay.” It was all the same—at the game, with her family or her friends. Tina didn’t get it, and, what’s more, she didn’t have the guts to stand up to any of them.
I banged open the door just in time to see Tina cover her smile with her pink nails. Our eyes met. She looked away first. I didn’t say a word and walked out.
To my horror, I saw that Mom and Eva were holding hands. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tina, Lauren, and Kelly heading to the counter to order.
“Let’s go,” I said, blocking any view of the table.
“I guess I’m ready,” Mom said.
Eva pitched the napkins on our way out. “Hey, isn’t that Tina over there?”
I turned toward the door. “Don’t you have to go back to work?”
“June, that’s enough,” Mom said.
“I do have to go.” Eva gave Mom a kiss. “Bye, June.”
I kept on walking.