people,' she told me, and gave us permission.
As soon as dinner was over, we went upstairs to pack our bags. Daddy drove us the three blocks or so to Claudine's home, which was almost as big as ours. Her parents had already gone to some affair outside of the city and wouldn't be back until late. The servants had gone to their quarters so we had the run of the house.
There were two other girls besides Claudine, Gisselle, Antoinette, and I: Theresa Du Pratz and Deborah Tallant. We began by making popcorn and playing records in the enormous family room. Then Claudine suggested we mix vodka and cranberry juice, and I thought, oh, no, here we go again. But all the girls wanted to do it. What was a slumber party without doing something forbidden?
'Don't worry,' Gisselle whispered. 'I'll mix the drinks and make sure we don't have too much vodka.' I watched and saw that she did what she promised, winking at me as she prepared the drinks.
'Did you ever have pajama parties in the bayou?' Deborah asked.
'No. The only parties I attended were parties held in
'What's bourse?' Theresa asked.
'A card game, sort of a cross between poker and bridge. When you lose a hand, you stuff the pot,' I said, smiling. Some of the girls smiled.
'We're not that far away and yet it's like we live in another country,' Deborah remarked.
'People aren't really all that different,' I said. 'They all want the same things—love and happiness.'
Everyone was quiet a moment.
'This is getting too serious,' Gisselle declared, and looked at Claudine and Antoinette, who nodded.
'Let's go up to the attic and get some of my Grandmere Montaigne's things and dress up like we lived in the twenties.'
It was obviously something the girls had done before.
'We'll put on the old music, too,' Claudine added. Antoinette and Gisselle exchanged conspiratorial glances and then we all marched up the stairway. From the doorway of the attic, Claudine cast out garments, assigning what each would wear. I was given an old-fashioned bathing suit.
'We don't want to see what each other looks like until we all come back downstairs,' Claudine said. It was as if there were a prescribed procedure for this sort of fun. 'Ruby, you can use my room to change.' She opened the door to her very pretty room and gestured for me to enter. Then she assigned Gisselle and Antoinette their rooms and told Theresa and Deborah to go downstairs and find places to use. She would use her parents' room. 'Everyone meets in the living room in ten minutes.'
I closed the door and went into her room. The old-fashioned bathing suit looked so silly when I held it up before me and gazed in Claudine's vanity mirror. It left little really exposed. I imagined people didn't care so much about getting tans in those days.
Envisioning the fun we would have all parading about in old-time clothes, I hurried to get into the bathing suit. I unfastened my skirt, stepped out of it, and unbuttoned my blouse, quickly slipping it off. I started to get into the bathing suit when there was a knock on the door.
'Who is it?'
Claudine peeked in. 'How are you doing?'
'Okay. This is going to be big on me.'
'My grandmother was a big lady. Oh, you can't wear your bra and panties under a bathing suit. They didn't do that,' she said. 'Hurry up. Take everything off, get into the suit, and come downstairs.'
'But . . .'
She closed the door again. I shrugged to my image in the mirror and unfastened my bra. Then I lowered my panties. Just as they were down to my knees, I heard muffled laughter. A flutter of panic made my heart skip. I spun around to see the sliding closet door thrown open behind me and three boys emerge, laughing hysterically, Billy, Edward, and Charles. I screamed and scrambled for my garments just as a flashbulb went off. Then I charged out the door, another flash following.
Gisselle, Antoinette, and Claudine emerged from her parents' suite, and Deborah and Theresa came up the stairway, big smiles on all their faces.
'What's going on?' Claudine asked, pretending innocence.
'How could you do this?' I cried. The boys followed me to the doorway of Claudine's room and stared out at me, laughing. They were about to take another picture. Panicking, I gazed around for another place to hide and charged through an opened doorway into another room, slamming the door behind me and shutting away their laughter. As quickly as I could, I put on my clothing. The tears of anger and embarrassment streamed down my cheeks and fell off my chin.
Still trembling, but awash in a terrible anger, I took a deep breath and came out to find no one. I took another deep breath and then walked down the stairs. Voices and laughter came from the family room. I paused at the doorway and looked in to see the boys spread out on the floor, drinking the vodka and cranberry juice and the girls around them on the sofas and chairs. I fixed my gaze on Gisselle hatefully.
'How could you let them do this to me?' I demanded.
'Oh, stop being a spoilsport,' she said. 'It was just a prank.'
'Was it?' I cried. 'Then let me see you get up and take off your clothes in front of them while they snap pictures. Go on, do it,' I challenged. The boys looked up at her expectantly.
'I'm not that stupid,' she said, and everyone laughed.
'No, you're not,' I admitted. 'Because you're not as trusting. Thanks for the lesson, dear sister,' I fumed. Then I pivoted and marched to the front door.
