'I can't tell you how much the kids are looking forward to this concert, Mr. Jessop, and how grateful we all are for your work with the band. Ain't that right, Alice?' Hank Katz paused in the middle of garnishing his burger to make the declaration and his wife bobbed her head in agreement.
Alvin Jessop, the novice music teacher and choirmaster, shrugged self-depreciatingly and smiled, 'Please, call me Alvin. And it's a pleasure, Mr. Katz. And knowing the kids are looking forward to this is reward in itself.'
The "kids", seated at the far end of the picnic table, didn't catch the exchange and like all teenagers would have probably just rolled their eyes. It wasn't that they disliked Jessop - on the contrary they were quite fond of him, and were well aware that he had turned their high school band from a rag tag group into reasonably polished student performers - but it would be beneath their dignity to admit anything of the sort. Jenny, the Katz' only daughter and middle child, was seated closest to her parents, but also too distracted to catch their conversation, as she was busy watching to make sure that her brothers were not engaged in any behavior unworthy of an aspiring winner of the State Classical Music Band Competition. Jimmy and Hugh were actually behaving themselves for once, listening attentively as their schoolmate Sean expounded on some obscure history fact. Jenny glanced past the three boys, to check that her best friends Becky and Sharon, and the other remaining band mate, Ricky were not too bored and then let her gaze return to Sean. It was a wonder that Sean, as geeky as he was, could hold her brothers' interest with a story about the Boxer Rebellion; then again, he never ceased to surprise her. A member of the Math, Science and Chess clubs, in addition to helping the band with their AV needs, Sean also seemed to glory in collecting a never ending store of trivia on every possible topic. And yet, Jenny mused, for all the invites on offer, including the fact that he was an immigrant from India and of mixed Indian and Portuguese ancestry ("I don't really know if some Portuguese sailor got frisky with an Indian girl or whether the priests just lined up the Indians and offered us the chance to be live Catholics or very dead Hindus, but either way I ended up with a Western name and water sprinkled on my head when I was baby") he seemed to attract no bullies, his quiet confidence in himself and who he was and his embrace of his geekiness and oddities making him immune to most torment. Just as his interest in his topics was so infectious that even her brothers, just a few music lessons and A-grades away from being considered jocks, were listening raptly.
Perhaps feeling Jenny's gaze, Sean glanced up and smiled briefly at her. Even as he continued to talk to Jimmy and Hugh, his thoughts were consumed with the one topic that seemed to be ever present in his teen mind - Jenny. To say he had a crush on her was like saying Romeo had a slight thing for Juliet or that Tristan had a mild attachment to Isolde. No one, he was sure, had loved a girl the way he loved, worshipped, yearned for Jenny with every fiber of his being, not Thingol for Melian, nor Beren for Luthien; what Anthony had felt for Cleopatra was mere puppy love. He had loved her for years, since had come to live with his uncle and aunt in the town of Hayslope some seven years ago and he found himself in the same school as the Katz children. Jenny, with the bright, dancing brown eyes, and infectious melodious laugh, with the dimple in her cheek when she smiled (which was often) and the small, lithe body. She was the reason he assisted the band, though watching her on the clarinet was a torture worthy of invention by the Marquis de Sade or Torquemada. He would have joined the cheerleading squad just to spend the extra hours with her, but a lack of grace and innate shyness had thwarted that plan.
'You kids done eating?' Hank's voice boomed out, cutting off all other conversation. 'There's more burgers here if you want.' It appeared that everyone had eaten their fill, and were interested in keeping room for Alice's famous bread pudding with chocolate sauce. 'We'll leave around ten in the morning if that's okay with you, Alvin. ('Okay, Simon? Okay Theodore?' murmured Jimmy, under his breath.) It's only a three hour drive so we should be there long before the four o'clock sign in. I told Linc to be here with the van at 9:45.'
'Quite okay, Mr. Katz. That will be just perfect.' In the eyes of the Darbyshire School District and Hayslope High School, Alvin Jessop was in responsible charge of the Musical Meerkats, but the parents of Sean, Becky, Sharon and Ricky knew it was really Hank Katz who would chaperone their kids and that helped them sleep better. The kids and Hank knew that it was really Alice who was in charge, but Alice Katz possessed a rare gift for always making Hank seem strong and dominant even as she ran the house and him with inflexible military discipline.
'Well, then kids, you should probably hit the beds early tonight. We need you in good voice tomorrow for the competition.' Hank glanced at his watch and then over at his wife, 'It's just past seven, what say we let them hang out in the den till 8.30 and it's curfew by nine.' His announcement was met by a chorus of groans and protests, but with a quick look at her mother, Jenny signaled to her brothers and the rebellion died a quick death. Jenny got up and began to gather the plates, while her brothers headed over to deal with the grill. Sean grabbed a stack of plates and followed Jenny towards the kitchen, marveling at her shapely legs and the cute wiggle of her ass, its curves accentuated by tight denim shorts. As they loaded the dishwasher, Jenny kept glancing back at her brothers as they scrubbed at the grill and whispered to each other and to Sharon who had joined them. 'They're planning something, I know it,' she muttered and Sean laughed.
'Isn't it obvious? They don't want to sleep at nine, anymore than the rest of us do.' He gave her slantwise glance, 'I'm assuming you share our feeling on that point, Jenny Cat?' It was his special name for her, something between the two of them only, and the only faint ray of hope that maybe, someday. Jenny might return his romantic feelings. And hell might freeze over.
'Of course I want to stay up, nine o'clock is ridiculous. But Mom was calling shots on that one and I knew she wasn't going to budge.'
'I have an idea...' Sean hesitated. Jenny shut the dishwasher and looked up expectantly as he trailed off. 'You know how you found the sleeping pills that your grandmother uses when she's here?' Jenny nodded and he continued, 'What if we dosed your parents and the Chipmunk (Jessop's natural nickname) so that they go off to bed early and leave us to stay up for a while?'
Jenny stared at him, incredulous at first but a smile beginning to tug at her mouth, 'But how?'
'You know your Mom will have an "adult's" chocolate sauce with brandy - well, more than we get in the "kid's" tureen. We spike it, and we're certain that only they get it and none of us do.'
'And the brandy will mask the taste!' Jenny almost clapped her hands, 'God! Sean, that's brilliant. Mom's already got everything ready, we'll be responsible for bringing it out so we have all the time in the world.' She threw her arms around him for a quick hug. 'You go out and send Becky and Sharon to help me.' She gave him a warning look 'Don't tell Jimmy or Hugh, they can't keep a secret, especially Hugh!'
***
In the event, things went almost exactly as planned. Within an hour of desert, Hank came out from the family room where he, Alice and Jessop had retired for after-dinner drinks, yawning hugely as he came down into the basement to order them to bed. Forewarned by Jenny, the kids grumbled a little but went up obediently. 'Now, remember. Brush your teeth and get straight to bed. No trying to, uhhhh, sneak out or get back here to your video games!' Hank smothered another huge yawn as he ushered them out and switched off the lights, 'Jessop headed off to bed already and I think your Mom and I will be asleep pretty soon. Beats me, but we're all bushed! Jenny, you're in charge of making sure they all go to bed.'
'You got it, Dad. Oh, Sean will be a few minutes late, he's calling his sister in Mumbai and this is the best time, because of the time difference.'
'Sure, sure. He's an okay kid, he'll not stay up past curfew. Just make sure your brothers get to bed,' Hank yawned again, blissfully oblivious to the agents responsible for his predicament.
So far the plan had worked out perfectly, and everything was set for an epic night of fun. But as with all the best-laid plans, that perfection did not last. Sean had gone onto the roof deck to talk to his sister in privacy but coming back into the room he was sharing with Hugh, he was surprised to find his friend fast asleep in bed and snoring. Ducking into Jimmy's room, he was amazed to find the same scene, with both Ricky and Jimmy dead to the world. The light in the guest room was out, suggesting that Sharon and Becky were either asleep, feigning sleep or decamped - the only light visible was in Jenny's room on the next floor above, and he headed there, hoping to find some answer, heartened by the fact that the door was ajar.
Jenny was in bed, but on top of the covers - she had kicked off her sneakers, her legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. The jeans shorts and floral top from earlier were gone, replaced by more casual attire, a loose Captain Marvel tee and baggy athletic shorts, though she still wore her ankle socks and a bra strap peeked out at one shoulder, suggesting she wasn't totally ready for bed as yet. She was propped up against a pile of pillows, watching something on her tablet but she put it down and waved him him in at his soft tap, 'Are all the others asleep?'
'Yes!' Sean plopped down on the bed beside her, trying hard to keep his gaze averted from her long smooth legs.