Part 26 (1/2)

I nodded. ”Want me to ask?” I asked him.

”Would you?” he said. ”If she can, you can send her over. Otherwise, come tell me yourself, okay?”

I nodded and tried not to look like a jerk as I walked carefully between the holly leaves that littered his yard.

In our living room, I found Isabel folding the clean laundry while my mother and grandmother clucked around Lucy and her arm. They painted it with Mercurochrome, which I knew had to sting like the devil, but to Lucy's credit, she held her arm still and squeezed her eyes shut.

”Izzy,” I said, handing her the giraffe, which she quickly buried in the pile of clothes in the laundry basket. ”Ned wants to know if you could go for a boat ride with him and Bruno.”

Isabel gave me a sharp warning look before turning back to the laundry.

”Bruno's going, too,” I repeated.

My mother unwound a long piece of gauze from a box in the first-aid kit. She snipped it from the box with scissors, then looked over at us.

”I suppose that would be all right, Isabel,” she said. ”Just a short ride, though. After you finish the laundry.”

”I can fold the laundry,” I said.

Isabel looked at me in astonishment. I had somehow, miraculously, won her a ride in the boat with Ned and was offering to take over her task, as well. I knew she wondered what I was up to, but she was so happy at the turn of events that she didn't bother to ask me.

”Thanks,” she said, either to me or my mother, I was not sure which. Surrept.i.tiously, she took the giraffe from the laundry basket and walked toward the porch. I knew once she was outside, she would break into a run.

I folded the laundry, burying my face in its clean smell as I tried to imagine what was happening in Ned's yard. Izzy and Bruno and Ned would climb into his boat, and maybe something would change on that ride. Maybe she would notice Bruno's handsomeness. He had certainly noticed her beauty. Maybe she'd realize that, compared to Bruno, Ned was a little dull.

I knew it was wrong to pray for small things, but I couldn't help the prayer that ran through my head. Let Isabel forget about Ned and fall in love with Bruno. Let Isabel forget about Ned and fall in love with Bruno. If that happened, then maybe Ned would realize what a wonderful girl If that happened, then maybe Ned would realize what a wonderful girl I I was. I knew he saw me as a kid and that if he were free, he would probably find some other girl his own age to date, but my fantasies ran rampant. I couldn't bear that Isabel had him when I wanted him. He wasn't perfect. He smoked cigarettes and I had the feeling he drank a bit too much when he was out with his friends, but maybe the love of a good woman-even if she was only twelve-could change him. was. I knew he saw me as a kid and that if he were free, he would probably find some other girl his own age to date, but my fantasies ran rampant. I couldn't bear that Isabel had him when I wanted him. He wasn't perfect. He smoked cigarettes and I had the feeling he drank a bit too much when he was out with his friends, but maybe the love of a good woman-even if she was only twelve-could change him.

CHAPTER 31.

Julie.

There was not a single solitary s.e.xual thought in my mind as I sat at my kitchen table stuffing giant pasta sh.e.l.ls for the dinner I would serve Ethan. What had happened to my l.u.s.ty yearning from the other day? It was gone. A fleeting hormonal aberration. I not only lacked desire, I didn't care care that I lacked it. It was almost a relief. I wouldn't have to worry how I looked nude. My hips were bigger than they should be from too many days in front of the computer. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s seemed to hang a little lower every time I looked in the mirror. I didn't have to worry about all that if I didn't care about s.e.x. But I that I lacked it. It was almost a relief. I wouldn't have to worry how I looked nude. My hips were bigger than they should be from too many days in front of the computer. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s seemed to hang a little lower every time I looked in the mirror. I didn't have to worry about all that if I didn't care about s.e.x. But I was was worried that I might have given Ethan the wrong idea during our last, faintly suggestive phone conversation. worried that I might have given Ethan the wrong idea during our last, faintly suggestive phone conversation.

An hour later, though, when I opened the front door to find Ethan standing on my porch, a bunch of flowers in his hand, the blue of his eyes matching the color of the sky behind him and his soft voice telling me how beautiful my neighborhood was, my body suddenly reacted as if it belonged to a twenty-year-old. I wasn't sure how I would make it through dinner without dragging him upstairs to my bedroom.

I gave him a hug, and the press of his body against mine only intensified my feelings. I let go of him with a smile.

”I am really happy to see you,” I said.

”Me, too.” He leaned over to kiss me gently on the lips. ”Do you have a vase I can put these in?” He held the flowers out to me.

I found a vase for the flowers and set them on the table on the porch. It would be cool enough to eat out there this evening.

In the kitchen, he looked at Shannon's framed senior picture resting on the windowsill.

”This has to be your daughter,” he said.

”Yes,” I said, as I opened the oven door to peek at the pasta sh.e.l.ls.

”I see your family in her,” he said. ”That exotic beauty.”

I glanced at him as I closed the oven door. ”She looks a lot like Isabel,” I said.

”I don't remember Isabel well enough,” he said, grinning at me. ”I only had eyes for her little sister.”

I smiled, handing him a knife and pointing him toward the cutting board. ”Would you slice the tomatoes, please?”

We worked together easily in the kitchen. He seemed as comfortable in my house as he had been in his own. His selfconfidence was s.e.xy to me. The way he touched my arm when I walked past him was s.e.xy. Everything Everything about him was s.e.xy to me tonight. about him was s.e.xy to me tonight.

We didn't talk about anything heavy over dinner. I wanted to know about his father's interview with the police, but that could wait. I didn't want anything to break the mood, and he seemed to feel the same way. We sat at the table on the screened porch, eating in the fading light. I talked about what it was like growing up in Westfield, and he talked about learning carpentry as a teenager. Listening to him talk, I felt relaxed for the first time in weeks. I wanted to stand up, lean across the table and kiss him. I wanted to unb.u.t.ton the b.u.t.tons on his blue plaid s.h.i.+rt.

I made it through dinner and was carrying plates to the sink when Ethan came up behind me, put his arms around me and kissed my neck. My insides melted and I barely managed to set the dishes on the counter without dropping them.

”I'm so glad you're back in my life,” he said, his lips against my ear.

I briefly remembered my mother's words entreating me to disregard his ”overtures.” Sorry, Mom Sorry, Mom, I thought, as I leaned back against him. I lifted his hand to my lips, letting his forearm brush against my breast.

”Let's go upstairs,” I said.

We made love for what seemed like hours. I'd had no lover other than Glen for the past thirty years, and although the newness of being with Ethan was alluring, so was the familiarity I felt with him, the sense of having known him for a very long time. It wasn't until afterward, when we lay comfortably in each other's arms, that we finally broached the topics that weighed heavily on each of us.

”So,” I said, smoothing my hand across his chest, ”tell me about your father's talk with the police.”

Ethan pressed his lips to the top of my head, and I pulled closer to him. I loved the feeling of being cradled in his arms.

”He didn't seem all that upset, actually,” he said. ”I was relieved. But you know, he's an amazing guy. He can still turn this switch and get back in his old judge-and-lawyer mode to handle a situation. He said he's sure he satisfied their doubts about Ned's alibi.”

”That's good,” I said. I would not mar the moment with my own thoughts about Ned's guilt. What mattered most to me right then was that Ethan no longer seemed worried about his father.

”I think they went easy on him,” he said. ”And they would probably go even easier on your-” He stopped talking, lifting his head from the pillow. ”Did you hear something?” he asked. I raised my own head to listen. There might have been some movement in the hallway outside my room, but I wasn't sure.

”Mom?”

I was up in an instant. ”Oh, s.h.i.+t!” I whispered, using a word that rarely pa.s.sed through my lips. ”It's Shannon,” I said, uncertain whether to reach for my jeans or run to my closet for my robe. I opted for the jeans, balancing on one foot as I pulled them on.

”Mom?” Shannon knocked on my door.

”Just a minute, Shannon,” I said. ”I'll be right out.”

Ethan was up and dressing, too.

”Stay here, please,” I whispered to him as I pulled my T-s.h.i.+rt over my head. I opened the door and walked, braless, into the hallway.

I found Shannon in her own room sorting through her bookshelves, putting some of the books into a cardboard box on her bed.