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hbeforehandandduring,yetshecouldn’thelpwonderingsometimeswhyhehadspentsomuchtimecourtingherifhedidn’twanttospendtimewithhernow.

shepassedanartgalleryonfrontstreet,almostwalkedbyitinherpreoccupation,thenturnedandwentback.shepausedatthedoorforasecond,surprisedathowlongithadbeensinceshe’dbeeninone.atleastthreeyears,maybelonger.

shewentinsideandbrowsedamongthepaintings.manyoftheartistswerelocal,andtherewasastrongseaflavourtotheirworks.

ononewall,though,therewereafewpaintingsmoresuitedtohertastes,byanartistshe’dneverheardof.mostappearedtohavebeeninspiredbythearchitectureofthegreekislands.inthepaintingshelikedthebest,shenotedtheartisthadpurposelyexaggeratedthescenewithsmaller-than-lifefigures,widelinesandheavysweepsofvivid,swirlingcolour,drawingtheeye,almostdirectingwhatitshouldseenext.itwasdynamic,dramatic.sheconsideredbuyingitbeforesherealizedthatshelikeditbecauseitremindedherofherownwork.sheexamineditmorecloselyandthoughttoherselfthatmaybenoahwasright.maybesheshouldstartpaintingagain.

atninethirtyallieleftthegalleryandwenttohoffman-lane,adepartmentstore.ittookafewminutestofindwhatshewaslookingfor.paper,drawingchalkandpencils,nothighqualitybutgoodenough.itwasn’tpainting,butitwasastart,andshewasexcitedbythetimeshegotbacktoherroom.

shesatatthedeskandstartedworking:nothingspecific,justgettingthefeelofitagain,lettingshapesandcoloursflowfromthememoryofheryouth.afterafewminutes,shedidaroughsketchofthestreetsceneasseenfromherroom,amazedathoweasilyitcame.itwasalmostasifshe’dneverstopped.

sheexamineditwhenshewasfinished,pleasedwiththeeffort.shewonderedwhattotrynextandfinallydecided.sinceshedidn’thaveamodel,shevisualizeditinherheadbeforestarting.andthoughitwasharderthanthestreetscene,itbegantotakeform.

minutespassedquickly.sheworkedsteadily,checkingthetimefrequentlysoshewouldn’tbelate,andfinisheditalittlebeforenoon.ithadtakenalmosttwohours,buttheendresultsurprisedher.itlookedasthoughithadtakenagreatdeallonger.afterrollingitup,sheputitinabagandcollectedtherestofherthings.onherwayoutofthedoor,shelookedatherselfinthemirror,feelingoddlyrelaxed,notexactlysurewhy.

downthestairsagainandoutofthedoor.assheleftsheheardavoicebehindher.“miss?”

sheturned.themanager.thesamemanasyesterday,acuriouslookonhisface.

“yes?”

“youhadsomecallslastnight.”

shewasshocked.“idid?”

“yes.allfromamr.hammond.”

oh,god.“loncalled?”

“yes,ma’am,fourtimes.hewasconcernedaboutyou.hesaidhewasyourfiancé.”

shesmiledweakly,tryingtohidewhatshewasthinking.fourtimes?four?whatcouldthatmean?whatifsomethinghadhappenedbackhome?“didhesayanything?isitanemergency?”

heshookhisheadquickly.“hereallydidn’tsay,miss.actually,hesoundedmoreconcernedaboutyou.”

good,shethought.that’sgood.andthen,justassuddenly,apanginherchest.whysomanycalls?hadshesaidanythingyesterday?whywouldhebesopersistent?itwascompletelyunlikehim.wasthereanywayhecouldhavefoundout?no,thatwasimpossible.unlesssomeonesawherhereyesterdayandcalled…buttheywouldhavehadtofollowherouttonoah’s.noonewouldhavedonethat.

shehadtocallhimnow:nowaytogetaroundit.butshedidn’twantto.thiswashertime,andshewantedtospenditdoingwhatshewanted.shehadn’tplannedonspeakingtohimuntillater,andshefeltalmostasiftalkingtohimnowwouldspoiltheday.besides,whatwasshegoingtosay?howcouldsheexplainbeingoutsolate?alatedinnerandthenawalk?maybe.oramovie?or.

“miss?”

almostnoon,shethought.wherewouldhebe?hisoffice,probably...no.incourt,shesuddenlyrealized,andimmediatelyfeltasifshe’dbeenreleasedfromshackles.therewasnowayshecouldtalktohim,evenifshewantedto.shewassurprisedbyherfeelings.sheshouldn’tfeelthisway,sheknew,andyetitdidn’tbotherher.shelookedatherwatch,actingnow.

“isitreallyalmosttwelve?”

themanagerlookedattheclock.“yes,aquarterto.”

“unfortunately,”shestarted,“he’sincourtrightnowandican’treachhim.ifhedoescallagain,couldyoutellhimi’mshoppingandthati’lltrytocallhimlater?”

“ofcourse,”heanswered.shecouldseethequestioninhiseyes,though:butwherewereyoulastnight?hehadknownexactlywhenshe’dcomein.toolateforasinglewomaninthissmalltown.

“thankyou.”shesaid,smiling.“i’dappreciateit.”

twominuteslatershewasinhercar,drivingtonoah’s,anticipatingtheday,largelyunconcernedaboutthephonecalls.yesterdayshewouldhavebeen,andshewonderedwhatthatmeant.

asshewasdrivingoverthedrawbridgelessthanfourminutesaftershe’dlefttheinn,loncalledfromthecourthouse.

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noahwassittinginhisrocker,drinkingsweettea,listeningforthecar,whenhefinallyhearditturnupthedrive.hewentaroundtothefrontandwatchedthecarpullupandparkbeneaththeoaktreeagain.samespotasyesterday.clemharkedagreetingathercardoor,tailwagging,andnoahsawalliewavefrominsidethecar.

shesteppedout,pattedclemonthehead,thenturned,smiling. itwasdifferenttoday,though.newerfeelingsnow,notsimplymemoriesanymore.ifanything,hisattractionforherhadgrownstrongerovernight,anditmadehimfeelalittlenervousinherpresence.

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