Around the World With Auntie Mame (38 page)
“Auntie Mame,” I said softly, “there's something I've got to confess. It's about Rosemary and me.”
“No, my little love, not a word. I may have raised you to be a devil with the ladies, but I also raised you to be a gentleman. No kiss and tell, Patrick,
if
you please.”
Auntie Mame and Home-coming
“AND THEN?” PEGEEN SAID.
“Well, and then I got home and went to college and met you and lived happily ever after.”
“Is that all?”
“That's all. Why?” I said, avoiding her direct gaze.
“Well, it seems to me that for a man who earns his livelihood by writing scintillating advertising copy for products that no one would buy otherwise, you can make a voyage around the world sound less eventful than a trip on the commuters' local.”
“But that's what I've been telling you all along, Pegeen. There's nothing to worry about. Auntie Mame may have been a whole lot of hot-cha back in the twenties, but you must remember that time isn't standing still with any of us. I don't know exactly how old Auntie Mame is by now . . .”
“She's still claiming thirty-nine.”
“Well, it's more like sixty. She's a sweet, white-haired little old lady. Even now she's probably sitting up in some hotel suite with a jug of Ovaltine and the patience pack, after having heard Michael's prayers and tucked him into . . .”
Our doorbell interrupted me with the first bar of the “Doxology”âan annoying feature of all the houses in Verdant Greens.
“My God, who can that be?” I said.
“If it's Mrs. Merkin from the Current Events Club, tell her . . .”
The “Doxology” peeled out again.
“You don't suppose it could be Christmas carolers,” Pegeen asked, peering out through the blinds.
“If it is, get out the hose,” I said. “That's the trouble with this community; community spirit. Who is it?”
“Well, I don't know,” Pegeen said. “All I can see are two people in the damnedest-looking outfits I've ever . . .”
“Treat or a Trick, maybe?”
Again the bell chimed “Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.”
“Well, whoever they are,” I said, striding to the door, “they'll get short shrift from me.” I opened the door and said, “Yes?” There were two people in Eskimo parkas looking exactly like the Cliquot Kids.
“Patrick, darling,” a silvery voice cried.
“Daddy!”
“My God!” I said. Anything else I had planned to say was muffled in wolverine furs. “Pegeen,” I called, “they're backâ Michael and Auntie Mame!”
“My baby!” Pegeen cried and made a dive at him from the living room. There was a scene of some ardor with a great deal of kissing and embracing and weeping. When things calmed down, Pegeen said, “Aren't you going to kiss Daddy, Michael?”
“I'm ten years old now and five feet tall,” Michael said. “Auntie Mame says that men who go around kissing each other . . .”
“I think you might make an exception in this case, my little love,” Auntie Mame said hastily. “Now I have just time for one drink and then I must be off. My Volvo's out in front, where I'm sure it shouldn't be.”
“Your what?” I said.
“My Volvo. It's this divine little Swedish car I picked up. The Rolls is just too big for hacking about. In fact, Ito's driving it down from Fairbanks, if he isn't lost. Ah, Patrick darling, a few fingers of Scotch will be just splendid.” She removed her wolverine parka, displaying a figure as slim as always and a head of pewter curls.
“Well,” I said, still stunned. “The return of Mrs. Burnside! Now that you're back, of course we're delighted, but there hasn't been a peep out of the two of you for four blessed months. Couldn't you at least have sent a post card?”
“We wrote lots of them, Daddy,” Michael said, “but nobody in the nudist colony had a stamp.”
“In the where?” Pegeen said.
“Now don't bore your parents with inconsequentials, Michael darling,” Auntie Mame said quickly. “It was just a Swedish health resortâa tiny island in the Baltic Sea. Marvelous for toning up the system.”
“And I had a terrible sore throat and . . .”
“Oh, Michael, did you?” Pegeen said. “I've been so worried about your health and . . .”
“It was nothing,” Auntie Mame said airily. “I got permission for him to wear a muffler for a few days and he was just as good as new. You must admit that the child is the picture of health. Andâjust fancyâhe knows seven languages; three fluently.”
“But four livelong months,” I persisted, “without a word. Pegeen and I have been worried sick. I've cabled everyone abroad I know; I've had the State Department, a detective agency . . .”
“Ah, but Patrick darling,” Auntie Mame said, sipping her drink elegantly, “we've been to such remote places. I felt that instead of taking this dear child to such commonplace, touristy spots as Tibet and Afghanistan and Ethiopia, we should try something off the beaten track. So, after we polished off the Scandanavian Peninsula, we did Iceland, Greenland, and Alaska. Oh, I tell you there's a great future in the frozen . . .”
“Excuse me,” I said, “but don't you hear an odd noise?”
“Oh, that's Muscatel, Daddy,” Michael said.
“It's
what
?”
“Michael's musk ox. We picked it up at a trading post outside Godthaab when we were in Greenland. This dear old Danish man raises them, and we just couldn't resist him. Of course, Muscatel was only a baby then. Isn't full grown even now. But he's gentle as a lamb and I know that
everybody
will be wanting one once they see him.”
“Wh-what do musk oxen eat?” Pegeen said.
“Shrubs, flowers. Things like that,” Michael said. “Can he stay in my room tonight?”
“Certainly not,” I said. “You don't know what kind of disease you might pick up. Besides, I believe they shed.”
“Oh, I wouldn't pick up any disease from Muscatel, Daddy. In fact, when Auntie Mame and I visited the lepers in . . .”
“The
what
?” Pegeen said, stricken.
“Michael, darling,” Auntie Mame said meaningfully, “your mother and father will think I haven't taught you
any
manners at all. You mustn't monopolize the conversation. Remember, that mature as you may be, you're still barely ten. He was speaking of some
leopards
, my dear. Passing through Somaliland we saw lots of them.
Didn't we, Michael?
”
“Oh, yes, Auntie Mame,” Michael said, not quite at ease. “And then there was that time in the place where the man raised pythons and Auntie Mame let me go right in and . . .”
“She
what
?” Pegeen said.
“Michael, my little love,” Auntie Mame said getting to her feet, “there are some things out in the carâjust a few remembrances for your mother and fatherâwhich you can help me bring in. Besides, there's something I forgot to tell you.”
“I'll get them,” I said.
“Oh, no, Patrick. I want one last word or so with Michael anyhow. Come, pet. Then Auntie Mame must fly. I'm to lecture at the Explorers' Club tonight. And I've promised Cris Alexander to sit for my portrait. Just little me and tons and tons of heavenly furs.” With that they were gone.
“WELL, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT,” PEGEEN SAID. “SHE'S brought back our childâand certainly in better condition than he was in when she spirited him away. But what do you suppose he meant about a leper colony and that . . .”
“Oh, nothing,” I said hastily. “You know the vivid imaginations all children have.”
“No. But I do know that we have to get ready for a good old-fashioned Christmas at jet speed. I mean here's our chance to have a tree again, to give Michael the electric train, the bicycle, the chemistry set, the microscopeâall the things he wasn't here to get for the past two Christmases.”
“We might also think about giving him some dinner and getting his room ready for him and Muscatel.”
“Oh, look at that filthy thing!” Pegeen said, staring out of the open door. “He's eaten all the rhododendron! Shooo! Scat! And here they come, empty-handed back from the car. I don't see any sign of those âlittle remembrances.' ”
Going to the door, I said, “She probably left them somewhere. She's inclined to be . . .”
But I stopped short as I heard Auntie Mame saying, “Remember, my little love, there are
some
things that parents simply don't have to know about. It'll be our secret.” Then she saw us and cried loudly, “La! How absent-minded I'm becoming! All of the presents are stacked up in the lobby at the St. Regis, along with my totem poles. Where I'm going to put those totem poles I
can't
imagine.”
“I have a suggestion,” I said, knowing from experience just what my son had been through with his great aunt.
“Alas, darling, I can't stop to hear it now. I shall be late for my lecture as it is.” She kissed Pegeen and me briskly. “I'm sorry it's been so short a visit, but everyone wants to hear about every minute of our trip.”
“No one more than I,” I said.
“Good-by, Michael, my little love,” Auntie Mame said, gathering him into her arms. “I don't know when I've had a more delightful traveling companion. Not since your father. Maybe next summer we can do it all over again.”
“All two-and-a-half years of it?” Pegeen said.
“Oh no. Just a short tripâup or down the Amazon; possibly both. Well,
à bientôt
, darlings. And have a merry Christmas. I'm off to the Indies! And remember, Michael, what Auntie Mame just told you.”
“You mean about not saying anything to . . .” Michael began.
“Good-by, darlings! Good-by, good-by, good-by!” Auntie Mame said loudly. She almost ran down the walk.
“Michael,” Pegeen said, watching Auntie Mame get into her little Swedish car, “just where
did
you go?”
“Around the world, Mother.”
“And what did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“Good-by, my little love,” Auntie Mame called over the roar of her motor. “It's been a lovely trip.”
Edward Everett Tanner III (1921â1976), a.k.a. PATRICK DENNIS, was one of the most widely read authors of the 1950s and 1960s. The majority of his sixteen novels, including
Auntie Mame, Around the World with
Auntie Mame,
and
Little Me,
were national bestsellers. A celebrity in bohemian New York culture, he led a double life as a bisexual man and a conventional husband and father of two children. Faced with financial ruin in the 1970s, he spent the last chapter of his life as a butler.
ALSO BY PATRICK DENNIS
Auntie Mame
Little Me
AROUND THE WORLD WITH AUNTIE MAME was originally published by
Harcourt Brace and Company in 1958.
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Dennis, Patrick, 1921â1976.
Around the world with Auntie Mame / by Patrick Dennis.â1st
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p. cm.
1. TravelersâFiction. 2. AuntsâFiction. I. Title.
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