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ulddoanythingittooktokeepher.shewaseverythinghe’dalwaysneeded,andhe’dneverfindanotherquitelikeher.

so,withtremblinghands,hedialledthephoneforthefourthandlasttimethatevening.

andagaintherewasnoanswer.alliewokeearlythenextmorning.she’dsleptintheshirthe’dgivenher,andshesmelthimonceagainwhilethinkingabouttheeveningthey’dspenttogether.theeasylaughterandconversationcamehacktoher,andsheespeciallyrememberedthewayhe’dtalkedaboutherpainting.itwassounexpected,yetuplifting,andsherealizedhowsorryshewouldhavebeenhadshedecidednottoseehimagain.

shelookedoutofthewindowandwatchedthechatteringbirdssearchforfoodintheearlylight.noah,sheknew,hadalwaysbeenamorningperson.sheknewhelikedtokayakorcanoe,andsherememberedonemorningshe’dspentwithhiminhiscanoe,watchingthesuncomeup.she’dhadtosneakoutofherwindowtodoitbecauseherparentswouldn’tallowit,butshehadn’tbeencaughtandsherememberedhownoahhadslippedhisarmaroundherandpulledhercloseasdawnbegantounfold.“lookthere,”he’dwhispered,andshe’dwatchedherfirstsunrisewithherheadonhisshoulder,wonderingifanythingcouldhebetterthanthatmoment.

asshegotoutofbedtotakeherbath,feelingthecoldfloorbeneathherfeet,shewonderedifhe’dbeenonthewaterthismorningwatchinganotherdaybegin,thinkingsomehowheprobablyhad.

shewasright.noahwasupbeforethesunanddressedquickly,samejeansaslastnight,undershirt,cleanflannelshirt,bluejacketandboots.hedrankaquickglassofmilkandgrabbedtwobiscuitsonthewayoutofthedoor.afterclemgreetedhimwithacoupleofsloppylicks,hewalkedtothedockwherehiskayakwasstored.helikedtolettheriverworkitsmagic,looseninguphismuscles,warminghisbody,clearinghismind.

theoldkayak,wellusedandriver-stained,hungontworustyhooksattachedtohisdock,justabovethewaterline.helifteditfree,inspecteditquickly,thentookittothehank.inacoupleofseasonedmoves,longsincemasteredbyhabit,hehaditinthewaterandwasworkinghiswayupstream,paddlinghard,workingoffthetension,preparingfortheday.

questionsdancedinhismind.hewonderedaboutlonandwhattypeofmanhewas,wonderedabouttheirrelationship.mostofall,though,hewonderedaboutallieandwhyshehadcome.

bythetimehereachedhome,hefeltrenewed.checkinghiswatch,hewassurprisedtofindthatithadtakentwohours.timealwaysplayedtricksoutthere.

hehungthekayaktodryandwenttotheshedwherehestoredhistwo-mancanoe.hecarriedittothehank,leavingitafewfeetfromthewater,andturnedtowardsthehouse.inthewesternskyhesawstormclouds,thickandheavy,faroffbutdefinitelypresent.thewindsweren’tblowinghardbuttheywerebringingthecloudscloser.fromthelookofthemhedidn’twanttoheoutsidewhentheygothere.damn.howmuchtimedidhehave?afewhours,maybemore.

heshowered,putonnewjeans,aredshirtandblackcowboyboots,brushedhishairandwentdownstairstothekitchen.hedidthedishesfromthenightbefore,pickedupalittlearoundthehouse,madehimselfsomecoffeeandwenttotheporch.theskywasdarkernowandhecheckedthebarometer.steady,butitwouldstartdroppingsoon.

he’dlearnedlongagotoneverunderestimatetheweather,andhewonderedifitwasagoodideatogoout.therainhecoulddealwith,lightningwasadifferentstory.acanoewasnoplacetohewhenelectricitysparkedinhumidair.

hefinishedhiscoffee,puttingoffthedecisionuntillater.hewenttothetoolshedandfoundhisaxe.aftercheckingthebladebypressinghisthumbtoit,hesharpeneditwithawhetstoneuntilitwasready.

hespentthenexttwentyminutessplittingandstackinglogs.hediditeasily,hisstrokesefficient,anddidn’tbreakasweat.heputafewlogsofftothesideforlaterandbroughttheminsidewhenhewasfinished,stackingthembythefireplace.

helookedatallie’spaintingandreachedouttotouchit,bringingbackthefeelingsofdisbeliefatseeingheragain.god,whatwasitaboutherthatmadehimfeelthisway?evenafteralltheseyears?whatsortofpowerdidshehaveoverhim?

hefinallyturnedaway,shakinghishead,andwentbacktotheporch.hecheckedthebarometeragain.ithadn’tchanged.thenhelookedathiswatch.

allieshouldheheresoon.

alliespentthemorningdowntown.thedepressionhadtakenitstoll,butshecouldseesignsofprosperitybeginningtoworktheirwayhack.forttottenparklookedexactlythesameasithadfourteenyearsago,andthekidswhoplayedontheswingsafterschoolprobablylookedthesameaswell.shesmiledatthememorythen,thinkingbacktowhenthingsweresimpler.oratleasthadseemedtobe.

now,nothingwassimple.shewonderedwhatshewouldhavebeendoingnow,hadsheneverseenthearticleinthepaper.itwasn’tverydifficulttoimagine,becauseherroutinesseldomchanged.itwaswednesday,whichmeantbridgeatthecountryclub,thenontothejuniorwomen’sleague,wheretheywouldprobablyhearranginganotherfund-raiserfortheprivateschoolorhospital.afterthat,avisittohermother,thenhometogetreadyfordinnerwithlon,becausehemadeitapointtoleaveworkbyseven.itwastheonenightaweekshesawhimregularly.

shesuppressedafeelingofsadnessaboutthat,hopingthatonedayhewouldchange.hehadoftenpromisedtoandusuallyfollowedthroughforafewweeksbeforedriftingbacktothesameschedule.“ican’ttonight,honey.”hewouldexplain,“i’msorry,butican’t.letmemakeituptoyoulater.”

shedidn’tliketoargue,mostlybecausesheknewhewastellingthetruth.trialworkwasdemanding,bot

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