Part 25 (1/2)

”Tanner sent me money,” she said, ”but she does does take our insurance. I picked a doctor who did, so that once you knew, I could start having our insurance pay for her.” take our insurance. I picked a doctor who did, so that once you knew, I could start having our insurance pay for her.”

I was quiet, amazed that she had thought the issue through so carefully and thoroughly when her other recent decisions seemed to have been impulsively made. Through my bedroom window, I could see the ma.s.sive oak tree Shannon used to climb as a kid. I missed that girl. I missed her so much. But I looked away from the window. The future was here and now.

”I'm proud of you for getting prenatal care on your own,” I said. ”But please consider going to my doctor.”

”No,” she said. ”I'm in charge of my life from now on.”

”Well, listen, honey.” It was time for a new tack. ”Abby Chapman, Ethan Chapman's daughter who is about twenty-six, is willing to talk to you about how she handled getting pregnant when she was about your age. She-”

”I'm handling it just fine, Mom.” Her voice was filled with irritation; I was losing her.

”I know you are,” I said. ”But, see...what she did...and maybe you haven't considered this option...is that she placed her baby with adoptive parents, and she-”

”Mother, would you please respect my decision?” Shannon asked. ”How many times do I have to tell you I'm keeping this baby? I didn't mean to get pregnant. I didn't set out to mess up my college plans. But it happened and now I'll deal with it. And there's something else I need to tell you.”

Oh, G.o.d. ”What?” ”What?”

”Tanner is coming here next week,” she said. ”He's staying with his friends in Morristown for two weeks, and then he has to go back to Colorado and I'm going to go with him. So, I'll be going to a doctor there, ultimately, anyway.”

”You mean, you'd be going there now? now? To To stay? stay?”

”In about three weeks,” she said. ”And I don't know if we'll stay there forever, but we'll be there at least until he finishes his Ph.D. program. Then, who knows where we'll end up.”

I felt panicky. ”Let's talk this over, Shannon,” I said, standing up from my seat on the bed. ”Talking something over doesn't make you any less a grown-up. I talk to Lucy about important decisions I have to make, and this decision is certainly important.”

She sighed. ”I have to get to work, Mom, so maybe we can talk later, okay?”

”All right,” I said. What else could could I say. ”But please, Shannon. Please let's talk later.” I say. ”But please, Shannon. Please let's talk later.”

I called Glen at work the moment I got off the phone with Shannon. I spoke quickly, telling him about her going to a doctor we didn't know and her planned move to Colorado. He listened quietly. He was always quiet. I'd once appreciated his gentle, compliant nature. Now I hated it. ”Can you exert any influence over her since she's living with you?” I pleaded.

”I think we need to let her do it her way,” he said finally.

”You're afraid to make waves with her,” I said. ”You're always afraid to make waves. I would probably still not know you were having an affair if what's-her-face hadn't called to tell me.”

Glen said nothing. He knew it was the truth.

”Do you want want her to move away?” I asked, looking for some response. I would take any response at that point. her to move away?” I asked, looking for some response. I would take any response at that point.

”I think if she's old enough to get pregnant,” he said, ”she's old enough to deal with the consequences.”

”That's ridiculous,” I said. ”Eleven-year-olds can get pregnant, Glen.You think an eleven-year-old should deal with the consequences?”

”She's not eleven.”

”Don't you care that she's leaving?”

”She would have left for college anyway,” he said, most likely with one of his c'est la vie c'est la vie shrugs. shrugs.

I hung up. I couldn't remember ever hanging up on anyone before in my entire life, but I could no longer tolerate his inability to confront difficult situations head-on. That's what had cost us our marriage. I wasn't going to let it cost me my daughter.

I got online to e-mail Lucy regarding Shannon's latest plans and discovered a message from Ethan.

The police found Bruno Walker's sister. She said he's on a solo sailing trip around the world. The cop I spoke with said they'll find him and ”cut his trip short.”

And they questioned Dad.

See you tonight.

CHAPTER 30.

Julie.

1962.

I loved to ride my bike around Bay Head Sh.o.r.es, but Lucy never felt very steady on hers. She would ride on our end of the dirt road, and that was about it. One day, though, I told her that if she would ride her bike to the corner store with me, I would buy her penny candy. She loved those strips of b.u.t.ton candy, and I could tell she was tempted. loved to ride my bike around Bay Head Sh.o.r.es, but Lucy never felt very steady on hers. She would ride on our end of the dirt road, and that was about it. One day, though, I told her that if she would ride her bike to the corner store with me, I would buy her penny candy. She loved those strips of b.u.t.ton candy, and I could tell she was tempted.

”It's too far, though,” she whined.

We were sitting on the sand in our front yard, our bikes parked in the driveway.

”How about this,” I said, coming up with a way to shorten the trip. ”We can walk walk our bikes across the blueberry lot, and that will cut off about a fourth of the distance.” It would probably be an even harder trip doing it that way, since we would have to carry our bikes over the deepest sand, but my suggestion seemed to work. our bikes across the blueberry lot, and that will cut off about a fourth of the distance.” It would probably be an even harder trip doing it that way, since we would have to carry our bikes over the deepest sand, but my suggestion seemed to work.

”All right,” she said, getting to her feet. She shuffled barefoot toward her bike, afraid of stepping on one of the holly leaves that sometimes blew over from the Chapmans' yard. I had to admit, the points on those leaves hurt hurt, but Lucy looked like a spaz walking that way.

We walked our bikes more easily than I'd antic.i.p.ated across the blueberry lot, but I was perspiring anyway by the time we got to the street on the other side. We mounted our one-speed, low-to-the-ground bikes and began riding in the direction of the store, dense woods on either side of us. Although there were no cars on the road, Lucy still hugged the shoulder, causing her tires to slip off the pavement and into the sand from time to time, but I didn't say a word. When we neared the corner of Rue Lido, she held her left hand up in a turn signal even though there were no cars in sight, and I had to stop myself from laughing. I didn't want to discourage her from making this trip again.

We pulled into the lot next to the little store and parked our bikes. Inside, I bought eggs and milk for our mother, candy b.u.t.tons and root beer barrels for Lucy, licorice lace and Mary Janes for myself and a pack of teaberry gum for Isabel, because I knew she liked to use it to cover up the fact that she'd been smoking. I put the bag containing our purchases in my bicycle basket and we got back on the road.

We were on the long stretch of Beach Boulevard when I heard the sound of a truck somewhere behind us. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Lucy was well to the side of the road and saw that she was practically riding in the woods. Then I saw the vehicle that was making the noise: It was the mosquito truck, coming toward us, just ahead of a dense fog of DDT.

The mosquito truck drove through Bay Head Sh.o.r.es every week or so. I liked the smell and I liked the way you could run through the cloud of insecticide with a friend, unable to see one another until you emerged on the other side. We were naive to the perils of DDT back then. If Lucy had not been with me, I would have welcomed the thrill of finding myself smack in the path of the truck, but I knew she would not.

”Hey, Luce!” I called behind me. ”The mosquito truck is coming. Let's pretend we're in the sky inside a cloud.”

I had barely finished my sentence when the truck drove past us. The driver either didn't see us or didn't care that we were there, and we were instantly engulfed in the chemical fog.

”Help!” Lucy called. ”Ack! Help!”

”It's okay,” I shouted back to her. I didn't want to stop. It was too exciting. I couldn't see the road ahead of me. It was like riding my bike with my eyes closed, which I did occasionally when I knew I was someplace safe.

”Julie!” Lucy's voice had grown fainter, and I figured she must have stopped and gotten off her bike.

I turned my bike around and rode back the way we had come, but even though the fog was lifting, I couldn't see her on the road.

”Lucy?” I called.