Singin' and Swingin' and Gettin' Merry Like Christmas
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On the drive to Waikiki I imagined Bing Crosby and a saronged Dorothy Lamour standing under palm trees, singing “Lovely Hula Hands.” The air was warm and moist and the perfume of our flowers filled the car. Guy asked how deep I thought the ocean was and if there were any sharks. And did they have any life guards?
The Clouds was near the sea, at an angle from the vast and elegant Queen's Surf Hotel, which jutted pink stucco towers near Diamond Head.
We were shown to our separate rooms with a connecting bath and invited to have our first dinner with my employers.
Guy and I took a walk and happiness wound him up so tight he chattered incessantly. We went along the beach and he ran forward and back, laughing to himself, grabbing my hand to pull me along faster, then letting go in impatience and racing off alone.
After dinner and after his prayers, he told me he had left Fluke at home, because Fluke couldn't swim. I reminded him to wake me in the morning and after we had breakfast I'd change a traveler's check so that he'd have some cash. After he went to sleep, I found Ann and Betty. They showed me the club and we drank and talked late into the night.
I awakened and looked at my watch. It was ten-thirty I thought the long plane trip had exhausted Guy because he usually got up before seven. There was no answer when I knocked on our connecting door. I tried the knob, but the lock had been turned. I went out and tried the hall door leading to his room. It, too, was locked. I called the maid and explained that my young son was sleeping and I was unable to wake him. She unlocked the door. The room was empty. I didn't panic at first. I thought he had decided to let me sleep and one of the owners had taken him downstairs to eat in the hotel restaurant.
I asked the waiter where I could find my son. He said no children had been in the restaurant that morning. Betty was in her office. She said Verne and Ann were still asleep and she hadn't seen him but I shouldn't worry—he'd probably just gone for a walk.
I thanked her and went back to the rooms. Betty didn't know Guy. He might have decided to spare waking me and he might have gone for a stroll, but there was one sure thing—he would have eaten. Even when he had been seriously upset and physically ill my son's large appetite never slackened. His normal daily breakfast consisted of oatmeal, bacon, eggs, toast, jam, orange juice and milk. On special days he ate hot biscuits and fried potatoes as well.
The maid let me in his room again. The clothes he had worn on the journey were hanging in the closet and his suitcase was open, but the contents looked undisturbed. His pajamas were at the foot of the bed.
Could he have been kidnapped? Why? I had no money. Could some sex maniac have taken my beautiful son? How could he have gotten him out of the hotel naked? Guy would have fought and screamed. I walked down to the beach, but all the children looked like my little boy. They all had tawny skin and dark eyes. I went back to the hotel and called the police.
Two large Oriental men appeared in the lobby. One of them asked, “What was he wearing, Miss Angelou?”
“Oh, nothing as far as I can deduce. All his clothes are in his room.”
“What does he look like?”
I showed them a photograph.
“We'll find him, don't worry.”
Don't worry?
I went to the bar and ordered gin and nodded when Verne, Betty and then Ann sympathetically repeated, “Don't worry.”
This was the way the whole world ended. One child disappears and the sun slips out of the sky. The moon melts down in blood. The earth ripples like a dark ocean. I had another gin and tried to blank out the headlines that rushed behind my eyes: Child's Body Found in Alley, Boy Kidnapped under Mysterious Circumstances.
I had just found a seat in the lobby when Guy walked in flanked by the policemen. He had on swim trunks and was completely covered with sand. Weak with relief, I couldn't have stood up even for a moment. He saw me and rushed away from his escorts to stand in front of me.
“Mom”—his voice was loud and concerned—“what's the matter? Are you all right?”
I said yes, I was all right, because I couldn't think of anything else to say.
“Whew!” He blew out his breath. “Gee, I was worried for a minute.”
I pulled enough strength from some hidden resource to stand. I thanked the officers and shook hands. They ran their hands over Guy's head, and sand fell to the carpet like brown snow. “Don't worry your mother like that again, hear?”
They left and I fell back in the chair. “Guy, where have you been?”
“Swimming, Mother.”
“Where did you get the swimsuit?”
“Grandmother gave it to me. But why were you worried?”
“You didn't have breakfast. That's why.”
“But I did.”
“The waiter said you hadn't been in this morning.”
“I didn't eat here. I ate at the Queen's Surf.”
“But you didn't have any money. Who paid?”
“No one. I signed my name.”
I was flabbergasted.
“But they didn't know you. I mean, they just accepted your signature?” That was incredible.
He looked at me as if I wasn't quite as bright as he would have liked.
“Mom, you know your name is up on that thing outside?”
I had noticed when we arrived that a large sign proclaimed MAYA ANGELOU. I said, “Yes. I saw it.”
“Well, after I finished breakfast I pointed to it and said I would like to sign the check and that Maya Angelou is a great singer and she is my mother.”
I nodded.
He was partially right. Although I was not a great singer I was his mother, and he was my wonderful, dependently independent son.
Poet, writer, performer, teacher, and director MAYA ANGELOU was raised in Stamps, Arkansas, and then moved to San Francisco. In addition to her bestselling autobiographies, beginning with I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, she has also written a cookbook, Hallelujah! The Welcome Table, and five poetry collections, including I Shall Not Be Moved and Shaker, Why Don't You Sing?
2009 Random House Trade Paperback Edition
Copyright © 1976 by Maya Angelou
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Originally published in hardcover in the United States by Random House, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., in 1976.
Grateful acknowledgment is made to the following for permission to reprint previously published material:
Chappell & Co., Inc.: For eight lines of lyrics from the song “Street Song,” by George Gershwin (pp. 202 & 203), and three lines of lyrics from “There's a Boat That's Leavin' Soon for New York,” by George Gershwin (p. 166). Copyright © 1935 by Gershwin Publishing Corp. Copyright renewed. All rights reserved. International copyright secured.
Harper & Row Publishers, Inc.: For lines from the poem “For a Lady I Know” from On These I Stand by Countee Cullen (p. 160). Copyright 1925 by Harper & Row Publishers, Inc.: renewed 1953 by Ida M. Cullen.
Northern Music Company: For four lines of lyrics from the song “Stone Cold Dead in the Market (He Had It Coming),” words and music by Wilmoth Houdini (pg. 101). Copyright © 1945, 1946 by Northern Music Company. All rights reserved.
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