maintain her composure when it turned out to be—yes, it was!—a Barbie doll. But Joanna made no such effort:
“Are you crazy? Sophie doesn’t play with dolls!”
Mrs. Ingebrigtsen came hurrying over, with all her sequins clanking. “But it’s only for decoration, you know.”
“Well, thank you very much indeed.” Sophie tried to smooth things over. “Now I can start ft collection.”
People began to drift toward the table.
“We’re only waiting for Alberto,” said Sophie’s mother to her in a somewhat brisk tone that was intended to hide her growing apprehension. Rumors of the special guest of honor had already spread among the other guests.
“He has promised to come, so he’ll come.”
“But we can’t seat the guests before he arrives, can we?”
“Of course we can. Let’s go ahead.”
Helene Amundsen began to seat people around the long table. She made sure that the vacant chair was between her own and Sophie’s place. She said a few words about the beautiful weather and the fact that Sophie was now a grownup.
They had been sitting at the table for half an hour when a middle-aged man with a black goatee and a beret came walking up Clover Close and in through the garden gate. He was carrying a bouquet of fifteen red roses.
“Alberto!”
Sophie left the table and ran to greet him. She threw her arms around his neck and took the bouquet from him. He responded to the welcome by rooting around in his jacket pocket and drawing out a couple of Chinese firecrackers which he lit and tossed into the yard. As. he approached the table, he lit a sparkler and set it on top of the almond pyramid. Then he went over and stood at the empty place between Sophie and her mother.
“I’m delighted to be here,” he said.
The guests were dumbstruck. Mrs. Ingebrigtsen gave her husband a significant look. Sophie’s mother was so relieved that the man had finally arrived, however, that she would have forgiven him anything. Sophie herself was struggling to suppress her laughter.
Helene Amundsen tapped on her glass and said:
“Let us also welcome Alberto Knox to this philosophical garden party. He is not my new boyfriend, because although my husband is so often away at sea, I don’t have a new boyfriend for the time being. However, this astounding person is Sophie’s new philosophy teacher. His prowess extends further than to setting off fireworks.
This man is able, for example, to draw a live rabbit out of a top hat. Or was it a crow, Sophie?”
“Many thanks,” said Alberto. He sat down.
“Cheers!” said Sophie, and the guests raised their glasses and drank his health.
They sat for a long time over their chicken and salad. Suddenly Joanna got up, walked determinedly over to Jeremy, and gave him a resounding kiss on the lips. He responded by trying to topple her backward over the table so as to get a better grip as he returned her kiss.
“Well, I’ve never ...” exclaimed Mrs. Ingebrigtsen.
“Not on the table, children,” was Mrs. Amundsen’s only comment.
“Why not?” asked Alberto, turning toward her.
“That was an odd question.”
“It’s never wrong for a real philosopher to ask questions.”
A couple of the other boys who had not been kissed started to throw chicken bones up on the roof. This, too, elicited only a mild comment from Sophie’s mother:
“Would you mind not doing that. It’s such a nuisance when there are chicken bones in the gutter.”
“Sorry,” said one of the boys, whereupon they started throwing chicken bones over the garden hedge instead.
“I think it’s time to clear the plates away and serve the cake,” said Mrs. Amundsen finally. “Sophie and Joanna, will you give me a hand?”
On their way to the kitchen there was only time for a brief discussion.
“What made you kiss him?” Sophie said to Joanna.
“I sat looking at his mouth and couldn’t resist it. He is so cute!”
“How did it taste?”
“Not exactly like I’d imagined, but. . .”
“It was the first time, then?”
“But not the last!”
Coffee and cake were soon on the table. Alberto had started giving the boys some of his firecrackers when Sophie’s mother tapped on her coffee cup.
“I am not going to make a long speech,” she began, “but I only have this one daughter, and it is only this once that exactly one week and a day ago she reached the age of fifteen. As you see, we have spared no expense. There are twenty-four almond rings on the birthday cake, so there’s at least one whole ring for each of you. Those who help themselves first can take two rings, because we start from the top and the rings get bigger and bigger as you go. That’s the way it is in life too. When Sophie was a little girl, she went tripping around in tiny little rings. But as the years went by, the rings got bigger and bigger. Now they reach right over to the Old Town and back. And what is more, with a father who is at sea so much, she makes calls to all parts of the world. We congratulate you on your fifteenth birthday, Sophie!”
“Delightful!” exclaimed Mrs. Ingebrigtsen.
Sophie was not sure whether she was referring to her mother, the speech, the birthday cake, or Sophie herself.
The guests applauded, and one of the boys threw a firecracker up into the pear tree. Joanna left the table and pulled Jeremy up off his chair. They lay down on the grass and started kissing each other again. After a while they rolled in under the red-currant bushes.
“Nowadays it’s the girl who takes the initiative,” said Mr. Ingebrigtsen.
Having said that, he got up and went over to the red-currant bushes where he stood observing the phenomenon at close quarters. The rest of the guests followed suit. Only Sophie and Alberto remained sitting at the table. The other guests now stood in a semicircle around Joanna and Jeremy.
“They can’t be stopped,” said Mrs. Ingebrigtsen, not without a certain pride.
“No, generation follows generation,” said her husband.
He looked around, expecting applause for his well-chosen words. When the only response was a few silent nods, he added: “It can’t be helped.”
Sophie saw from a distance that Jeremy was trying to unbutton Joanna’s white shirt, which was already covered with green stains from the grass. She was fumbling with his belt.
“Don’t catch cold!” said Mrs. Ingebrigtsen.
Sophie looked despairingly at Alberto.
“It’s happening more quickly than I thought,” he said. “We have to get away from here as soon as possible. I just have to make a short speech.”
Sophie clapped her hands loudly.
“Could everyone please come back and sit down again? Alberto is going to make a speech.”
Everyone except Joanna and Jeremy came drifting back to their places at the table.
“Are you really going to make a speech?” asked He-lene Amundsen. “How charming!”
“Thank you.”
“And you like going for walks, I know. It is so important to stay in shape. And it’s so much nicer when you have a dog to keep you company. Hermes, isn’t that its name?”
Alberto stood up. “Dear Sophie,” he began. “Since this is a philosophical garden party, I will make a philosophical speech.”
This was greeted by a burst of applause.
“In this riotous company, a dose of reason might not be out of place. But whatever happens, let us not forget to congratulate Sophie on her fifteenth birthday.”
