Southern Lights

Thanksgiving with Sybil was as chaotic and loving and warm as everything else she did. Instead of turkey, she served a delicious leg of lamb, done French style, with garlic and green beans. They had caviar before di

All of Sybil’s children were there, and hers with Edward too. Alexa loved his daughter, who reminded her of Sava

“It’s a wonder I ever get elected, related to all you people,” Edward teased them. They played charades after di

Being at their home was like being on a movie set, and after things started to calm down a little, Sybil turned to both of them over excellent Château d’Yquem, which tasted like candy.

“So what’s happening with you two?” she asked with a mischievous grin. “I’m dying to know. I think you’re in love,” she said to Edward. “I don’t know Alexa well enough to ask her. She’s not my sister-in-law yet. But will she be?”

“It’s none of your business,” Edward said to her good-naturedly. “When we have something to tell you, we will. Meanwhile, find something else to do, other than meddle in my life.”

“Edward, how rude!” But she was only teasing him, and he was very pleased that his children had obviously taken to Alexa. That mattered to him a lot, and he liked Sava

“I hope you’ll come to us at Christmas,” Sybil said to her as they left.

“I’ll have to be at my mother’s,” Alexa explained. “But maybe you could all come for drinks,” she added hopefully.

“We’d love it,” Sybil assured her, and Alexa realized that she had to warn her mother of what was about to hit her, even for cocktails. A famous writer, a well-known movie producer, a senator, and five additional children. It was going to be a shock to her mother in her small apartment. But at least it was only drinks. Her mother could never have handled di

Edward and Alexa were staying at the Hotel Carlyle for the Thanksgiving weekend, and they were pla

Muriel was in shock when she got back from her cruise and Alexa told her who was coming to drinks on Christmas, and how many of them.

“Are you kidding? They won’t even fit in my apartment.” Muriel sounded panicked. But she wanted to meet Edward and see him with Alexa. And she was curious about his ex-wife and children too. She read all of Sybil’s books.

“Yes, they will, Mom,” Alexa reassured her. “It’s just for a drink, and they’re very casual people. Actually, to tell you the truth, they’re certifiably crazy, except for the kids, but they’re a lot of fun. I think you’ll like them.”

“You sound happy,” Muriel said in a tender tone.

“I am,” Alexa said softly. “He’s a wonderful man.”

“Do I hear wedding bells?” her mother asked, getting excited. Being the wife of a senator sounded good to her. And a good man for her daughter sounded even better. It was time.

“No, just happy bells,” Alexa said. “I don’t need to get married. I did that.” And got burned too badly to do it again was the rest of Alexa’s sentence, but she didn’t say it. And Edward wasn’t Tom. There was nothing weak or dishonest about him. He was a totally straightforward, decent man.

“That’s how I feel about marriage,” Muriel said. “But I’m a lot older than you are, and I can’t see the point. At your age, you should be more courageous.”

“Why? I’m happy like this.”

“If he’s a good man, you might be happy married to him too. Just don’t rule it out. You never know how you’ll feel about it later.”

“Maybe,” Alexa said, sounding unconvinced. Marriage scared her, and probably always would.

When the Senate recessed for Christmas, Alexa took a week off, and they flew to New York. Sava

On Christmas Eve, Sybil arrived with her small army at Muriel’s apartment. The only ones she didn’t bring were the parrot and the dogs. She had all five children and John’s girlfriend, who had come with him from London again. Brian had brought his niece unexpectedly, and two grown children from a first marriage Alexa hadn’t known about, and they all crowded into Muriel and Stan’s apartment and drank eggnog and champagne. Muriel told Sybil how much she liked her books, Brian and Stan talked about favorite old movies and fly-fishing, John and his girlfriend were talking to Sava

“My family has certainly grown. Last Christmas was just me, Sava

“What do you like better?” Edward asked her honestly. “That or this?”

“This,” she said without hesitation. “It’s so alive and so happy and so loving.” And the next thing she knew, her mother had suggested they order Chinese takeout and camp out in her kitchen and on the living room floor. She had put a small turkey in the oven, which they could eat the next day. Sybil and her troops loved the idea and voted to stay, and scrap their own di

The young people sat on the floor in Muriel’s living room. The grown-ups sat in the dining room, which only seated eight. And somehow it all worked. It was the best Christmas Alexa had ever had, even better than the good days in Charleston.

They left Sava

“Maybe it’ll keep snowing and we can have a snowball fight tomorrow,” Alexa said, sounding hopeful, with a hand tucked into his arm.

“I don’t think so,” Edward said, looking down at her with a serious expression.