Marion's daughter, Fontaine, is one of my favorite people, in or out of the family, in the whole world. It was at her home that we spent the afternoon. I want to be her best friend, because she's incredibly warm and funny and strong. I want to go to one of her girls' weekends and ride one of her horses, with her, through the lakes and woods and fields of her land like her thirty other best friends who post the pictures on fb. Tainie, as we call her, is pictured pointing out some stream creature or another to Denton and also in the picture with me where, sadly, the tops of both our heads are cut off.
George, Tainie's dad, came by and still as cool as ever. It was he to whom Winston Bloom dedicated his book, Forrest Gump, and he who was the original Gerber Baby. He's a player, polo and otherwise. I mean that in the most complimentary way possible! As I walked away from his truck, that day, he said "Madeleine… you still have that look in your eye." - words that I'll live on for the rest of my life! Whew.
Yes, those Mobile relatives with their debutante parties, mint juleps, and polo know how to have fun, as evidenced by the massive amount of crawfish and the picture of Marion teaching Denton bar tricks. Our Bartlett spent the night with Fontaine's boys, Sandy and Rad, and maybe some other people, who knows, so I suspect the education of cousins continues. Although, Bartlett, being an eighteen year old southern boy himself was probably no stranger to the Mobile way of life.