Lovey shaded her eyes with her hand as she looked across the palatial lawn of her Santa Monica estate. In the distance, she saw two tiny little boys toddling along. From this far away, they could've been twins, especially in their matching overalls. They were born on the same day, but 2400 miles apart.

Closer up, both George Jonas and Bernard had brown hair, but their eyes were like their respective mothers'. The other features hadn't settled yet. Their chubby little legs were fast but clumsy.

Both boys fell down and started crying. Their mothers raced over to comfort them.

Thurston chuckled. "Like father, like suh..." He trailed off.

They never discussed it, the mysteries connected to the Hinkley marriage. To begin with, the official story was that Ginger and the Professor secretly married during the storm, with the Skipper performing the ceremony since they were at sea. Unless this happened on deck in the middle of the night, Lovey didn't see how this would've been possible without her knowing. And it would've been cruel of them to cheat her out of a wedding she'd longed for almost as much as that between Mary Ann and Gilligan. She thought it more likely that they'd quietly eloped when they returned to the States.

Little Bernard was named after Ginger's agent, which was strange enough. He was definitely born less than nine months after the gossip columns revealed Ginger Grant's secret marriage to a Stanford professor. For that matter, it wasn't a full nine months from the launch of the Minnow II to the birth of the two toddlers whose mothers were carrying them back to the East wing.

Lovey looked more closely and saw that the tall, green-eyed woman was carrying the brown-eyed little boy in her arms, while the short, brown-eyed woman was giving a piggyback ride to the boy with green eyes. It wasn't that the mothers didn't know their own babies but rather that it didn't matter just then.

Lovey knew she would always wonder, but right now the important thing was that the two couples she'd matchmade were happy. And their sons would be happy once the chocolate mousse was served.

"Won't the antlers get in the way?"

"Oh, Gilligan!" exclaimed more than one loving voice.