Peggy Holloway - Judith McCain 05 - Monroe Beach by Peggy Holloway

with him to see his parents when he’s released.”
    Wade looked at me and gave me his most handsome smile. “I’d love to go with you, if you decide to go.”
    I nodded while smiling back. “I would love to go. I want to meet these people and if they don’t want him, I want to take him back to Houston with us. Mimi’s love will fix him right up. When do you think he will be released, Robert?”
    He looked at his watch. “He’s meeting with the judge right now. I’ve booked him a flight for 10:37 tonight and it will arrive in Savannah at around 11:30.”
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 28
    Once again Wade and I checke d out of another place we had slept in but not spent the night in and drove over to Savannah. Randolph saw us as he was coming down the portal and got a big smile on his face.
    He shook hands with Wade. “Thank you,” He said.
    Wad e slapped him on the back. “Hey, no problem, son, we’re glad to do it.”
    We got Randolph’s luggage out of baggage claim and headed for the car. He stopped at one point and stood there like he was lost.
    I put my arm around him. “Don’t worry, Randolph, if your parents don’t want you, I’m taking you back to Houston with me.”
    With tears in his eyes he threw his arms around m e, but didn’t say anything.
    Savannah has several small i slands separated from the mainland by small rivers and streams. Randolph directed Wade to one of these Islands. We crossed Moon River and I thought of the Audrey Hepburn movie, Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
    Most of the Island was a gated community and we were stopped by a security guard. He came toward us with a clipboard but when he bent down and looked in, he saw Randolph and waved us through. I wondered if he ever read the newspaper.
    I was glad we had Randolph with us to give directions or we would have never found the place. It was as if someone had taken a bunch of swimming pools and golf courses and blended them in with a bunch of huge houses with winding roads in between. The houses were all built out of pink brick and most of them had several floors and swimming pools. It was a beautiful area.
    We hadn’t called ahead and, unless the security guard had called, they didn’t expect us. There was a party going on and we had to park down the block and walk up to the house. Randolph looked so nervous I put my arm around him.
    We rang the doorbell and I could barely make out the shape of someone coming toward the ornate sculptured oval glass set in the front door. It was a snooty butler.
    “Yes,” he said and then he recognized Randolph. “Why, master Randolph, you’ve come home.”
    He barely looked at us but bowed his head and said, “If you’ll follow me please.”
    He took us to a very formal living room and left us. We could hear a party going on somewhere nearby. I looked at Randolph. “Do your parents give many parties?” I asked.
    He snorted, “Yeah, all the time. That’s why they didn’t want me around after I started looking so weird. They like to surround themselves with beautiful people. You probably think I’m crazy for wanting to see them, but I want to see the look on their faces when they think they have to put up with me again.”
    I patted his leg. “We’re here for you, sweetie.”
    We had waited a half hour and during that time no one had come in and offered us a coffee or anything.
    “I feel as welcome as a hair on a biscuit,” Wade said.
    I was laughing at his statement when the door opened and a middle aged couple came in. He looked like a GQ model. Tall, fit, with broad shoulders and salt and pepper hair, very good looking but not as good looking as Wade. He was wearing a tuxedo.
    She was as tall as he was with her spike heels. Her hair was shiny blond, and in a French twist. She was wearing a shimmery silver evening gown that looked like it was painted on her perfect figure. She wore long silver earrings and a few diamonds on her fingers.
    When they entered we had all stood up and I had to look up