Title: Merci pour vous
Fandom: Led Zeppelin
Characters: Summer Davis, Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, John Paul Jones, John Bonham, the Jones family, the Bonham family
Word Count: 5283
Rating: NC-17, sex, drugs, alcohol
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: It's November of 1977, a few months after Robert's song, Karac, dies. The band is in Europe, so is Summer. And they all go on holiday together in South France. And end up celebrating the American Thanksgiving because the Jones and Bonham kids think it would be neat. 

Because it is set two years after where Midnight Shift is currently, if you don't want hints of what is to come for that story, I suggest you don't read this.



Looking out the foggy window, Summer wiped away the glass cloud caused by her breath. It hardly changed her view at all. Thick curls of mist and fog danced and swirled around the thick foliage of the garden. For a moment she wondered why he liked it there, even though it was his home. But then she realized that was likely the reason, other than tax exile, for the band to spend so much time in California. Not that they had spent any time in American for a few months, practically since Karac’s death. Perhaps the somber mood of England is what kept them grounded on the British Isle.

Only she didn’t know how much longer she could abide with the dreary clouds – but she had no choice. Led Zeppelin was her family now, wherever they were, her home.

Arms slipped around her waist moments before cold lips kissed the juncture of her shoulder and throat, “You seem melancholy, Princess.”

“It is awfully dreary here,” she commented, folding her arms over his.

He kissed her flesh again, “Mayhaps we could holiday in South France?”

“And leave the children behind?”

“I am certain John and Mo, Bonzo and Pat, can manage without their little nanny for a few days,” he stated.

Her eyes caught his in the glass window, “But, Jimmy, what if he calls?”

“Princess,” he slowly turned her around and kissed her lips gently, “it’s been more than three months without hearing from Robert. A few November days in France won’t change that.”

“But, Jimmy,” she pleaded.

“We could both do with a change of scenery. Let’s go to France.”

A few hours later it was arranged, the rest of the band except Robert, informed and invited. Very little was packed as Jimmy assured Summer they would merely purchase anything they needed. Before sunset, had the fiery globe even peeked through the low-hanging fog, the pair were airborne, heading south. Lead out to the sandy beach upon their arrival at their seaside cottage, Summer attempted to appreciate the sight of the starshine above, the waft of the warm beach breeze, but her thoughts were still stuck in the muck of the Black Country, even if she had only seen what Bonzo had shown her. Not even Jimmy’s kisses and soft caresses silenced those thoughts. And so when he offered her a snort of white powder, she did not refuse, presuming it was cocaine.

Within a few minutes she knew very well it wasn’t cocaine as a completely foreign feeling washed over her. Anger flashed through her seventeen year old body and she slapped away Jimmy’s advances before retreating to the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, Summer sat on the cool tile and pulled her knees to her chest. Tears ran down her face as the drug unlocked all her fears, making her palms sweat. In the haze she was certain Robert had not called because he knew things he should not, that her mother actually went through with the disowning, that Jimmy was going to bust in the door and take what she refused to give any more. She only hoped she would remember to hate Jimmy later.



Laying on her stomach completely nude, Summer dozed in the warm French sun completely unaware. Two pairs of eyes watched the bathing beauty from the comfort of the bungalow. Neither had spoken since the other’s arrival, seemingly waiting for something. And that something was apparently triggered by Summer turning over onto her back, revealing her small b-cup breasts.

“My god,” the visitor gasped.

Jimmy smirked, “She’s beautiful, no? She’s only grown more beautiful in the two years we’ve known her.”

Nodding Peter turned away from the window, “Still no word from Percy?”

“No.”

“He hasn’t even called Summer?”

“I do not even know if he knows she’s still in England,” the guitarist spoke.

“And I thought you were keeping her as a connection to Robert.”

“No,” he stated simply, a possessive flash in his eyes.

Peter looked at Jimmy for a long moment, “Really, Jimmy?”

“What?”

“Are you keeping her from him?”

The broody guitarist said nothing and stalked over to the bar. Focusing his attention on pouring a glass of Jack, he refused to even look in Peter’s direction. The manager didn’t need to know. At all.



Though Jimmy had not mentioned Robert at all when he talked of going to France and casually suggested the rest of the band tag along, Bonzo figured he would reach out to the singer. Normally he found Robert sauced in a bar, so that was his first destination. Slipping into the dark pub, his shoes sticking to the old wooden floors, Bonzo looked around. Sure enough, Robert hunkered over a pint, a dim light barely illuminating his well known face. Paying no attention to the call of the booze, the drummer stalked over to his best friend. Without a word he plopped down into the rickety chair across from Robert and swept the beer out of his hands.

Slowly Robert looked up, “Hey, mate. That’s mi—”

“Did Jimmy call and invite you down to France?”

He shrugged, “Don’t know.”

“Fuck, Percy, when was the last time you went home?”

Replying just the same, he reached for the beer.

“Uh uh,” Bonzo kept it out of his reach, “it’s time to sober up.”

“Fuck you.”

“I love you too,” he responded. “Get off your arse and come to France with us.”

“Why should I?”

He paused in thought, turning over reasons for the singer to join the rest of the band and their families before answering, “Summer’s there.”

His bleary, bloodshot eyes flicked to Bonzo’s. His heart, an organ he hadn’t felt in some time, seemed to flutter alive. Summer was in France? For not even a moment could Robert wrap his head around the declaration, something a little voice in his head blamed on his intoxication. If she were there he could see her. If she were there he could possibly find a beacon out of this hell. If she were there, so he ought to be.

“I’ll go.”



Giggling Summer chased the Jones girls around the pool. To be honest the arrival of the bassist and his family had been a relief. Now she had something to occupy her time with, an excuse to use to fend off Jimmy’s advances. Knowing him as she did, Summer was certain her abstinence from intercourse the past three months drove him nuts. Surely he was hoping being in France would change her mind. It had not done so those first two days and now that the band was joining the holiday, Summer had even greater reason to stay away from Jimmy. Did he realize he sealed his own sexless fate by inviting the families?

A sudden jolt from behind, shoving her towards the pool, filled Summer with an instant panic. However strong arms circled her waist, keeping her safe. Looking down at the calloused hands on her bare stomach, she instantly identified the prankster.

“Bonzo!” she squealed as his grip loosened.

Hugging him quickly, she pushed him playfully away. Bonzo merely grinned and embraced her again. A moment later his son and daughter bounced nearby, chattering excitedly about their trip south.

“And then Uncle Robbie said—”

“Wait. Who?” she interrupted Jason’s story.

While the young boy repeated the name, Summer had no need for the assurance. Her spine tingled as he stepped into the pool area, his eyes observing the bikini-clad young woman from behind. He was there. Over three months in seclusion, keeping from her and the band was over. He was there.

Turning Summer looked across the pool and met his shaded eyes. Not even a word needed utterance for her to feel his intense pain. Ignoring everyone else, she walked around the pool, her eyes never leaving Robert’s. He turned as she neared, facing her completely. Her small hand reached up and caressed his cheek lovingly before she pushed up on her toes and kissed him gently.

“I’ve missed you,” she breathed, tears glittering in her eyes.

Words completely failed him in that moment as he looked into eyes that held his soul. For the first time in months, he had a reason to live, to love. His arms quickly encircled her, pulling her close. With his face buried on her shoulder, Robert inhaled deeply. Her soft, sweet scent awakened all of his senses. He felt his soul clench, wishing to release grief in tears. But knowing the band watched, he slowly pulled back and kiss her again.

“Let’s go back to your room,” she softly suggested.

Nodding in agreement, he glanced at the others, his eyes holding Jimmy’s for a few long moments. Nodding once more, he turned away from the glittering pool that the bungalows surrounded. Silently he lead the young blond to his bungalow, which was situated directly across the pool from Jimmy’s. He could feel eyes on them until they disappeared through the door.

With the wooden barrier between them and everyone else, Robert gathered Summer in his embrace. Instantly he felt more whole than he had in months. With her in his presence he was certain he could conquer any demon. As long as she loved him, things were going to be okay, just as they were after the car accident. Her kisses saved him then; certainly they would now.

“Robert,” she breathed, “can we sit or do you wish to stand here forever?”

“Will you stay with me?”

“I am always with you.”

For a moment he considered remaining where they were but common sense prevailed and he guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. Only then did he realize the quaint beach cottage was a single room, furnished only with a bed, café table set, love seat, and two armchairs. Surely the other bungalows were the same. Did that mean Summer had been sharing a bed with ... Jimmy?

“Uh uh,” she kissed him quickly. “No need to be jealous.”

“What?” his eyes snapped to hers.

“I’m yours, Robert,” she held up her hand, the sparkling ring from two years before still on her finger. “you have nothing to fear.”

“You mean you did not sleep with Jimmy?”

Summer sighed, “No. I slept in the bed while Jimmy was out until very late. He did collapse into the bed when he returned, but he wasn’t conscious enough to try anything nor would he have been successful.”

“But—”

“Robert, look at me,” she instructed.

His eyes held hers.

“I know that you’re emotionally unstable, my love, but do not pick at something that is not there. I have been waiting patiently for you since the funeral, patiently and faithfully.”

“Wait. You’ve been here since the funeral?”

She nodded, “I stayed with Bonzo until Jonesy took me for a few weeks. For the past month I’ve been staying with Jimmy for the most part, though I spend at least one night with Jonesy and two with Bonzo. Waiting for you.”

While he had no issue of her with Bonzo or Jonesy, Summer staying with Jimmy did not sit well at all. He made no attempt to hide the salacious thoughts running amok in his mind. She quickly read them and pivoted into his lap. Her hands framed his face and she kissed him until he relaxed. Pulling back, her eyes read him again.

“Nothing happened with me and Jimmy. I’m here for you.”

“Then why didn’t you call?”

“I did. But after the third call, your wife threatened me. Bonzo tried repeatedly to reach you but he always came back without you,” she explained. “Baby, you’ve been inaccessible to all of us.”

His eyes wavered as he looked into hers. He knew without a doubt that she spoke the truth, especially since Maureen had been less than hospitable at Karac’s funeral.

Karac.

Pain welled up in his thoughts and eyes. If only he had been home instead of fucking America, on fucking tour, his precious son may still be of this earth. If only he did not tempt the devil, his angelic son would—

“Robert,” her soft voice cut through his darkness like a glittering sword through a dark shroud.

Meeting her gentle gaze, he inhaled deeply. With her arms around him, his exhalation offered more release than anything before. As she looked at him with complete adoration and affection, he felt the first warm trickle of tears on his cheeks. She hesitated not for even half a second before pulling him close to her. Summer’s legs wrapped around his waist, holding Robert as tightly as possible. Soft lips touched his temple, blessing the release of his pent up sorrow.

The tears fell. His body trembled, his breath practically non-existant. His arms tightened around her waist, the torrent of his tears crashing upon her bare shoulder.

The couple remained embraced thusly until not tears of pain dripped from Robert’s eyes. His grip loosened from her, allowing him to pull away and capture her mouth, the hint of salty tears on his lips. Gently the kiss deepened, his embrace tightening again. His fingers traced up her spine until reaching the blue strings of her bikini, quickly untying it.

Pulling back from the kiss, Summer met his eyes as his hands worked the loose top off, “Are you sure about this?”

Robert nodded, “Yes.”

She kissed him again and reached to remove his shirt. Leaning back to aid her, his hands cupped her small breasts, his thumbs circling around her nipples until they puckered. After his tee shirt slid over his head, Robert leaned forward and kissed her breasts. His tongue lapped and suckled on her nipples, causing a soft sigh to pass her lips. Arms circling her waist, Robert turned, pressing her back against the soft bed. Her legs uncurled from him, allowing him to pull away and discard his pants.

Scooting to the center of the bed, Summer removed her bikini bottoms and grinned as Robert crawled towards her. He paused upon reaching her, leaning down to kiss her right knee. With a smile, he trailed up her leg, nipping gently on the soft flesh of her thigh before skipping over her sex to kiss her navel. He paid little attention to her breasts, preferring to focus upon her mouth again. His eyes went to hers at the end of the kiss as her legs parted, inviting him in.

“I love you, Summer,” he muttered.

“I love you too, Robert,” she breathed, her body arching towards his. “We’ve been apart too long.”

Holding her eyes, his hands went to her hips, “Far too long.”

Slowly Robert slid into her, both moaning at the contact. He pushed as deeply as he could in that position, needing to feel her as completely as possible. For the first time in months, wrapped up in Summer, Robert felt more than just alive, but like he could conquer the world once more. She shifted beneath him, changing her angle, allowing him in a bit more. Capturing her mouth in a kiss, he slowly withdrew until he nearly fell out of her tight body. Deep within Summer he could capture a taste of heaven.

They loved for more than two hours and countless orgasms. Finally exhausted though not entirely satiated, Robert curled around his naked woman, not wanting to be without her for even a moment. Smiling she wiggled as close to him as possible, nestling her head on his shoulder, her toes tracing light patterns on his shin. Her fingers danced over his chest, drawing a variety of different symbols though nothing she could readily decipher. As her touch wandered down to his navel, Robert inhaled sharply, sucking his stomach in.

“Robert?” concern filled her voice as she looked to his face.

His hand captured hers, a feeling of intense self-awareness flooding over him. As he had spent the past few months drowning his sorrows in beer unsuccessfully, Robert was ever aware that his body was not the body she was used to. He knew he had gained unsightly amounts. It was not until then, laying naked with his love, that he truly realized how much he had changed.

He was fat, obese.

Without a word, Robert pulled away from Summer, frantically looking around for something to cover his body with. Brows knitted in concern, she followed him out of bed, her hand reaching out to grasp his, to stop his search and direct his attention back to her.

“Robert, what’s wrong?”

“Look at me,” he replied. “No, wait, don’t. I don’t want you to—”

“Robert,” she interrupted, “you’re as beautiful as you have always been.”

“No. I have spent the past four months doing nothing but drink beer. I’m disgusting. I’m fat. I’m—”

“The man that I love,” she interrupted. “Who has been through a very rough time. And who is definitely the most gorgeous man I have ever known.”

“But—”

Her arms wrapped around him from behind, her lips kissing his shoulder, “I love you, Robert. Love you. I will always think you handsome, beautiful, attractive. Even when the day comes and we have more wrinkles than not, I will still love you. That will never ever change. I... love.... you.”

“But, Summer, I...”

She released him and slipped around to face him. Pressing on her toes, she kissed his mouth gently.

“I love you, Robert Anthony Plant. Forever.”



While he probably should have been grateful that Robert had somehow been convinced to come, Jimmy could not help the intense jealousy raging within. The blond singer had not even spoken a word and she was his again. Jimmy did not find it fair at all. He was the one who had been taking care of her those long few months. He was the one who was loving her, who deserved to be cradled in her arms. Not Robert.

At that moment he didn’t know what he wanted more: to be with Summer or to have the band get back in the studio and recapture themselves. Fuck, he had brought her to France hoping to finally silence her thoughts about Robert, turn her fully to him. He wanted Summer more than he wanted the band. But someone had to invite Robert. And he knew exactly who that someone was.

Weaving out of his bungalow, Jimmy made his way over to where Bonzo and Jonesy sat with their wives, sipping spirits of some sort under the clear starry sky. With a glare, he stopped much too close to the drummer, waiting to be acknowledged.

“You okay, Pagey?” John Paul asked.

“Why did you bring him?” he demanded of Bonzo.

The drummer turned in his chair to lean away while he faced the guitarist, “Percy? Perhaps because we’ve been trying to reach him for some time?”

“Reach him? He could reach us at any time. He knows our numbers,” he retorted.

“Right,” he replied cautiously. “This is about Summer, isn’t it? You were hoping the romance in the air would convince her to play with little Jimmy, weren’t you?”

“Fuck you,” he growled.

John Paul jumped up, grabbing Jimmy’s arm before he launched at the much larger drummer, “Come on, mate. Let’s go sober you up so you realize what an arse you’re making of yourself right now.”

“Lemme go,” he struggled to pull his arm free.

“No. Come on now. We’ll get you sobered up and talk about this all in the morning.”

“Lemme go,” Jimmy repeated.

John Paul looked to Bonzo. The drummer nodded, finished his glass of wine, and got to his feet. Without a word, he picked up Jimmy, tossing the guitarist over his shoulder as if he were nothing. While Jimmy flailed and demanded to be put down, Bonzo ignored him and headed to return him to the confines of his bungalow, John Paul trailing behind. He plopped the guitarist on the bed unceremoniously, glowering at him in hopes of keeping him there.

“Now you listen to me, Pagey. She made her choice a long time ago. You know that,” he declared. “She belongs with Percy. There’s no way around it. That’s just how it is.”

“But—”

“Do not go making a fool of yourself, Pagey. Do not go and break that man’s heart. She’s barely patching it together as it is. Don’t go blustering over there, proclaiming such shit like you and her belong together. We all decided last time to keep your little thing from Percy last time because he was going through a rough time with the car accident. This is ten times worse. Let her go. Let Summer heal him,” Bonzo stated. “Keep your arse right here until your thinking straight again. Or do you really want to kill this limping band permanently?”

Dark eyes stared at the drummer, arms folding across his chest. He said nothing but the fire in his eyes was clearly enough to light a million fire pits and fireplaces. Yet even with all of the foreign chemicals running rampant in his blood, Jimmy recognized the importance of what he was saying. If he fought for Summer, he would lose Robert and quite possibly her as well. He was not going to let his band breakup over a woman. They weren’t the Beatles.

“There you go, mate,” Bonzo held out a glass of whiskey. “We’ll forget her together.”



Standing at the window, Robert parted the thin linen curtains. Blinding white light streamed into the cottage. It was the first morning he could remember witnessing in months and he knew it had everything to do with the little girl in his bed. Turning as he still held the curtain open, his eyes fell upon her form. She was splayed on her stomach across the bed diagonally, the thin white sheet draped across her lower back, barely revealing the lower curve of her ass. A halo of golden locks spread across the pillow, falling across her peaceful face, nearly obscuring her petite visage. The curtain slipped out of his fingers and Robert silently moved back to the bed, kneeling beside it. His fingers reached up and brushed her long hair from her face. She inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering open. Unfocused for a moment, when Summer looked up into his eyes, she smiled, lighting his soul more than the beam of morning light.

“Good morning, baby,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss her gently.

“Good morning,” she replied, eyes glittering. “Shall we have breakfast?”

“I... all right,” Robert agreed.

Smiling, she slipped out of the bed, taking the sheet with her and wrapping it about her body. Robert got to his feet and followed her, not entirely sure what she was doing. Summer peeked out the window herself, one hand holding the sheet, the other the curtain. Nodding to herself, she stepped away and picked up the phone. The sheet dipped low in the back, revealing the top curve of her ass, drawing Robert’s attention strongly enough he missed her words to whomever on the phone. His hand just barely reached to touch her when she turned around, causing his fingers to snag on the sheet instead.

“Uh uh,” Summer declared. “Not until we eat. You exhaust me, Mr. Plant.”

“But—”

“Nope. Plus we need to get dressed. I am not comfortable breakfasting naked around the kids,” she stated. “So get to it.”

Seated around the pool a few minutes later, Summer wearing one of Robert’s shirts over her bikini, she laughed when Tamara and Jacinda argued about who got to tell her what bedtime story their father read to them the night before. Getting the girls to take a breath while pulling Kira into her lap, she listened attentively as the girls retold the story, interjecting what surely was their own interpretations to the story. As they neared the end of their storytelling, eleven year old Jason lead his baby sister over to Summer. Before long all of the children were chatting with her, talking over each other, trying to usurp her attention fro the others.

Sidling up next to the singer, Bonzo chuckled, “She’s great with the kids. That’s been the best part about having her around.”

“Huh?” Robert looked at his friend.

“Summer gets along great with the kids, plays nanny a few days a week for us to spend quality time with our ladies,” he explained. “Kinda makes me sad that she doesn’t have one of her own. You gonna work on that?”

“What?” he asked, blinking at the audacity of Bonzo.

“Don’t play stupid, Robert. We both know that you and Summer – hey, breakfast is here!”

Before he had the chance to press the drummer on his thoughts, the kids squealed and pulled Summer over to the trays of food set out by the resort’s staff. Watching for a few moments while she helped the children fill their plates, Robert knew everything Bonzo said was true. She was the woman he wanted to mother his children, to spend all his days with, never mind the fact that his wife was about seven months pregnant. It took the boisterous drummer dragging him out of his drunken cave to see what he knew before losing his son, what he had known since the initial meeting with the young woman. She was something else; her interactions with the kids proving such even more strongly.

“Daddy? What are we doing today?” Jason asked loudly enough to catch Robert’s attention.

“I dunno,” Bonzo replied. “What’s today?”

“Thursday!” the boy exclaimed.

“Hmmm. I dunno. What do you think, Summer?” he looked to the girl who pressed a plate of food into Robert’s hands.

“Well...” she thought for a moment. “What’s the actual date today? Besides being Thursday.”

“NOVEMBER TWENTY-FOURTH!” the young boy exclaimed.

“Well back in America, it’s Thanksgiving,” Summer stated. “Where families get together and have a big dinner together and reflect on what they’re thankful for.”

“Can we do that, Dad?” Jason looked to Bonzo. “Can we? Can we?”

“I don’t see why not. You feel up to it, Summer?”

She smiled crookedly, “I think we can pull something together.”



Stopping in his tracks in the market, Robert felt the sudden rush of pain fill his soul again. On the shelf before him was Karac’s favorite snack. He nearly dropped the shopping basket in his hands. Summer realized three steps away from him that he had halted and turned to see why. The moment her eyes went to his face, she knew. Without pause, she slipped the basket from his hands, setting it on the stone floor, pressed up on her toes, and kissed his mouth gently, drawing his attention to her. Tears hovered around the brim of his eyes.

“Robert?” she breathed.

“He... he....”

Looking over her shoulder, Summer realized what his focus was on. Her fingers reached up for the package, slowly removing it from the shelf. She quickly looked it over and placed it in the basket on the floor.

“What are you... what are you...?”

“Karac liked these, didn’t he?”

Robert nodded slowly.

“Then we will add them to our meal. I’m sure the other kids will take as much delight in these biscuits as he did,” she stated.

“But...”

“I know that you miss him and you always will. But we should not shy away from things that remind you of him. We should embrace and celebrate all that he was in our lives. Losing him was tragic without a doubt, my love,” Summer spoke softly, “but we will celebrate the time we did have with him. Mourning him is quite okay, quite expected, but we’re going to celebrate him as well.”

His eyes wavered slightly and Robert nodded. Smiling re-assuredly, Summer pressed up on her toes once more and kissed him again. Her thumbs brushed the two escaped tears from his eyes before she pulled away. Placing the basket back in his hand, she enfolded his other hand in hers, leading him down the aisle. He remained silent for the rest of the trip, not that he was needed much more than for payment. Summer instantly cuddled with him in the back of the car on their way back to the bungalows, ignoring the leering of the French cabbie whenever he took his eyes off the road. With her arms wrapped around him, Robert sighed, crying softly once more. But by the time they reached the bungalows and the rest of the band, his tears were once more kissed away by the young woman. He was strong with her beside him.

Within a few hours, the ordered food began to arrive. The children helped Summer set tables, while the men sat around sipping spirits and the women directed the catered food. As her task was finished, Robert set his glass down and slipped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her ear. Her arms folded over his, her fingers intertwining with his. She squeezed gently before attempting to pull away. He held her tight.

“Robert, you got to let me go so we can get to serving dinner,” she claimed, pulling again.

“Everyone can wait a moment longer,” he breathed in her ear, kissing it again.

“Uh, why?”

“Because,” Robert whispered, “I just want to hold you a bit longer.”

She smiled, “But not long. I don’t want everything to go cold, baby.”

A few minutes later, everyone sat down around the tables in the courtyard, pushed together by Bonzo and Robert to create a large table to seat all of the families together. The kids bubbled excitedly, not even caring that they had on their “nicer clothes,” at least the nicest clothes brought along for the holiday. None of them really knew what Thanksgiving was, the adults having some idea, but all knew it was an American thing and that alone made it exciting to the kids.

The table fell silent as Robert and Summer slid into the last chairs. All eyes turned to Summer, waiting for an explanation as to what happened next. Placing her napkin in her lap, she herself wondered. She never had a sit down Thanksgiving meal before. Usually back at the commune it was... a day as any other. But she had read about it before. The next step was to... share what they were thankful for and she announced that to the table. The children instantly clamored to be the ones to start the sharing. Slowly it circled around the table, ending with those who joined them last.

Summer smiled, “Well it’s quite simple what I am most thankful for: it is all of you. You are the best family I’ve ever had.”

“What about you, Uncle Robbie!?” Jason asked.

Robert looked to Summer, his hand covering hers, his thumb tracing over the ring on her finger, “Summer.”