Part 16 (2/2)

He looked as though I'd imagined it. ”Why would he do that?” he asked.

”I don't know, and she wasn't very forthcoming,” I said. ”She said he was thinking about us and decided to visit her. Does he know about the letter?”

Ethan shook his head. ”He couldn't possibly,” he said. ”And I've talked to him since you and I met and he never said a thing about visiting your mother. Did he drive all the way up to Westfield to see her?”

”Yes. At least, he came to her house. I a.s.sume he drove.”

”Oh, brother,” Ethan said. ”He scares me when he drives around the corner, much less to Westfield. I'll have to talk to him about it. I don't know how long I can let him live independently. He's...” He shook his head. ”Now, this this is where Ned and I communicated,” he said. ”We could talk about Dad-what should be done as far as taking care of him and that sort of the thing. I'm on my own with it now.” is where Ned and I communicated,” he said. ”We could talk about Dad-what should be done as far as taking care of him and that sort of the thing. I'm on my own with it now.”

I thought of Lucy, how glad I was to have her as my sister. How much I treasured her.

Ethan rested his head against the seat back, and a faraway look came into his eyes. ”I just want...” he began. ”I wish there was something I could do to keep the police from talking to my father,” he said. ”I know they plan to, and probably soon, since he's the only one who can support Ned's alibi. I'm afraid they're going to badger him because they probably think he used his influence to get Ned off.” He shook his head. ”I dread telling him about that letter.”

”I know,” I said. ”I can't imagine telling my mother about it.”

”You might have to, Julie.” He looked at me, the blue in his eyes so clear I felt like diving into them.

”I know,” I said again, but I was thinking, Not if I can help it. Not if I can help it.

”Well,” Ethan said, ”here's what I think you and I can do that might help the investigation,” he said. ”We should try to remember Ned and Isabel's friends from 1962 and anything important about them. The police might want to talk to them.”

I leaned my head back against the wood of the chair. I thought about Isabel's old crowd that used to hang out on the beach. ”Why can't they find Bruno?” I asked.

”He's left the area, his parents are dead, and his real name-Bruce Walker-is pretty common,” Ethan said. ”But my friend a.s.sures me they're looking for him.”

”Isabel had two best girlfriends here,” I said. ”Pamela Durant and-”

”Oh, yeah,” Ethan said, a little of the lecher in his voice. ”Hard to forget her. She never came back to the sh.o.r.e, though, after that summer, but I still remember her.”

”Down, boy.” I smiled. ”I didn't know you had any interest in the opposite s.e.x back then, except as something to study under a microscope.”

He returned the smile. ”The geeky thing was just a facade,” he said.

I laughed.

”Who was the other girl Isabel hung around with?” he asked.

”Mitzi Caruso,” I said. ”She lived on the corner. Right down there.” I pointed in the general direction of the Carusos' house.

”I vaguely remember her,” Ethan said. ”I think she came back a few more summers, but I couldn't really say for sure. There were a couple other guys Ned hung around with, but I'm completely blank on their names. Summer kids. Do you remember any of them?”

I shook my head. The rest of those teenagers from Izzy and Ned's crowd were as faceless to me as they were nameless.

Ethan looked at his watch, then stood up.

”Listen,” he said, ”it's a gorgeous evening. Let's go out in the boat, and then we can make dinner-I picked up some flounder-and talk some more.”

I glanced toward his dock. ”I don't do boats these days,” I said.

”Really?” He looked puzzled. ”When I picture you, it's in that little runabout of yours. Out there by yourself on the ca.n.a.l, twelve years old, zipping around like you owned the water.”

It was hard to believe I'd ever been that child. ”I haven't been on a boat since that summer,” I said.

”Come on.” He held out his hand to me. ”Let's go. We can head toward the river if the bay upsets you.”

He didn't understand. There would be no pleasure in it for me, only a sort of panic. ”I don't want to, Ethan,” I said.

He saw that I was serious and gave up. ”Okay,” he said. ”We'll skip the boat ride and go right to dinner, then. Are you hungry?”

I helped him cook, although he was at ease in the kitchen. Watching him, I realized he was a man at ease, period. And lying here now in his handmade guest-room bed, it occurred to me that he had always been that way. Even when he was a nerdy little kid, he hadn't cared what others thought of him. He'd been comfortable in his own skin. I hadn't expected to find myself admiring him any more than I'd expected to find myself attracted to him. And yet I was both.

CHAPTER 19.

Julie.

Sometimes you could find yourself feeling very anxious about one thing only to discover that you should have been anxious about something entirely different. That's what happened to me the morning of my interview by the police.

I'd awakened early to the sun-washed blue of Ethan's guest room and the comforting scent of coffee. I longed to stay in that room all day. My head hurt a little and I thought of calling the police department, telling them I couldn't come in, that I was sick. I did not want to go over what had happened in 1962, detail by detail, which is what I figured they would ask me to do. How would I be able to bear it? Putting the interview off until later, though, would provide only temporary relief, so I got up, showered, dried my hair, dressed in khaki pants and my red sleeveless s.h.i.+rt and walked downstairs. Ethan was reading the paper at the table on his sunporch, but he hopped up when he saw me in the kitchen.

”Eggs or pancakes?” He put the newspaper down on the counter. ”I can go either way.”

”Toast?” I asked. ”And bacon.” I motioned toward the plate of bacon he'd already prepared, although I wasn't sure I'd be able to eat anything at all.

”Sit down and I'll feed you,” he said.

I took a seat at the kitchen table, lifting up the tablecloth to admire what I knew would be beneath it-another of Ethan's creations.

”How are you doing this morning?” he asked, putting two slices of bread in the toaster.

”I think I'm okay,” I said slowly, like someone who had just sustained an injury and was trying out the muscle to be sure it wasn't sprained.

”Do you want me to drive you?” he asked.

”Just give me directions and I'll be fine,” I said with false bravado. I liked the idea of him coming with me, but I was sure he had work to do.

He jotted a phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to me. ”This is my cell number,” he said. ”I'm stopping over at a job this morning, but let me know when you're done and I'll meet you back here.”

I nodded. The toast was ready and I carried it and the bacon onto the sunporch while he followed with two cups of coffee. The jalousies were wide-open, and the reedy scent of the ca.n.a.l, the swift current, and the boats cutting through the water all combined to take hold of my heart and squeeze. I nibbled at the toast, my appet.i.te gone as I tried to carry on a conversation about the job Ethan had to check on that morning. I had made it through half a slice of toast and an inch of bacon by the time I needed to leave, and as I headed out the door, I wished that I'd accepted his offer to go with me.

The room I was taken to at the Point Pleasant Police Department was small and bare, and there was nothing to look at other than the faces of my two questioners. I sat on a hard, straightbacked chair across a table from Lieutenant Michael Jaffe from the Prosecutor's Office and a very young, blond detective, Grace Engelmann, from the Police Department. They each had a notepad in front of them, and a tape recorder rested on the table between us, a thick file of papers next to it.

There was a little small talk at first, designed, I thought, to put me at ease.

”It's changed a lot since you were a kid here, huh?” Lieutenant Jaffe asked after he'd introduced himself and the detective. He was a handsome man with wavy salt-and-pepper hair and a youthful face.

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