Chapter Four
One Week Later
June 16, 1964
Kermit sat in the train with a hand on his banjo and an arm around Melinda. He watched her face as she stared out the window at the passing scenery. He squeezed her shoulder. She looked at him, smiled stiffly, and turned back to the window.
“Melinda?” Kermit said quietly. She turned to him. “Thank you,” he said, keeping his voice low.
She shifted her weight. “For what?”
“For coming to the swamp,” he said.
She looked away and shrugged. “It’s no big deal,” she mumbled.
He leaned closer to her. “We both know it is,” he whispered. “It means a lot to me.” She turned closer to him with a tiny smile. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.
She grinned playfully up at him, put her hand on his head, and pulled him into a kiss.
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Melinda wrapped her arm around Kermit’s neck and kept her face close to his as they strolled down the old dirt road. “Are we there yet?” she teased.
He smiled and shifted his banjo in his other hand. “No.”
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Are we there yet?”
“No.” By now he was scrunching his face.
“Are we there yet?”
“No.”
“Are we there yet?”
“Melinda!”
“Are we there yet?”
“Sheesh…” He wrapped his arm around her waist as she laughed. “Come on,” he said softly. “This way.”
He led her off the road and into the marsh grasses. “HI HO, EVERYONE!” he called out.
“UNCLE KERMIT!” A dozen little frogs hopped out of nowhere and tried to tackle him.
“Hi guys!” Kermit laughed. He knelt down and scooped up two of the young frogs in his arms, while a few others tried to hop on his back and landed on each other. He turned his head to look at them. “Are you okay? Be careful back there…”
“Hey, Kermit’s here!”
“Hi Kermit!”
A frog and a toad about Kermit’s age approached him. He released the younger frogs and stood up. “Hey guys, it’s good to see ya!” he said. He pulled Melinda closer to him. “I want you to meet Melinda. Melinda, this is Goggles and Croaker.” He pointed to the toad and the frog, respectively.
“Nice to meet you, Melinda.” Croaker shook her hand.
“Hi,” Melinda said.
“And let’s see, running around here we’ve got…” Kermit looked around at the younger frogs. “Ah, there’s Erik, Tom, Priscilla, Angela, Tammy, Max, George…” Suddenly his eyes were covered by another frog’s fingers. He scrunched up his face. “And that should be my sister Maggie behind me…”
“Dang it, Mit! How’d you know?” the voice behind him asked as the fingers vanished from sight.
He turned around to look at his sister. “Well Mags, you’ve pulled that on me about a hundred times too many,” he said. He put his arm around Melinda’s waist, where it belonged. “Maggie, this is Melinda, Melinda, this is my sister Maggie.”
“Pleasure finally meeting you, Melinda,” Maggie said with half a mock curtsy. “Now come on, Mit, Zachary’s having a heart attack waiting for you!”
Croaker slipped between Kermit and Maggie, offering the crook of his arm. He spoke quickly and quietly. “Escort you to the pond, gor-
ooft.”
Kermit pushed him further into the swamp. “
Well, we wouldn’t want to keep Zachary
waiting, now,
would we?” He glanced at Maggie, glared at Croaker, and led the whole group towards the pond.