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She was just as glad JB was leaving her to her own thoughts, s.h.i.+elding his eyes with one hand as he peered this way and that. When he said, "Ah!" it was so loud and sudden it made her jump. He pointed.

"Yes," she said. "A heron. There's a lot more birds over here than at Sawtooth Point. All those boats and people."

He said, "Above the salt creek's gloss of light-" so conversationally that she almost said something back. He went on- "The great blue heron's pillowed flight

Belies his eager appet.i.te.

Alighting on the bank he c.o.c.ks

His head. With freeze-frame steps he stalks

The unsuspecting mummichogs."

She laughed. "Do you know what a mummichog is?"

"Yes. A little fish. One of those Indian names Rhode Island keeps in use. Like 'tautog' for blackfish, 'squeteague' for sea trout. In Ma.s.sachusetts, except for the name itself, we papered over the Indian names with British ones. Gloucester, Worcester. Here you've got Quonochontaug, Watchaug, Usquepaug."

"Did you look up that little ditty because I told you we were going to look at a salt marsh?"

"I didn't look it up. I wrote it. This morning, before you got up."

Mary had laughed at herself in the past for wis.h.i.+ng for poetry from a lover. Now here it was and she was wis.h.i.+ng he'd go back to being quiet. What was wrong with her? They'd made love Friday night and Sat.u.r.day afternoon, and then on Sunday night when she was all done in from work they'd fallen asleep curled up like kittens in a box. And here he still was on Monday. As her father used to say, "What do you want? Egg in your beer?"

She said, "Well, it's not every visitor from Boston has such enthusiasm for Rhode Island names. And not many could dash off a rhyme with mummichog."

"I was working on a poem about you-"

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls." Dear G.o.d, where did that twitter come from?

"But I thought I'd warm up with something lighter."

A different part of her brain fizzed, and she said, "There was an old maid from Nantucket ... No end of rhymes there."

His white eyebrows gave two wing beats. Puzzled, hurt. She looked away, then looked at him again, at his new expression of amiable concern. If she didn't get off by herself, she was going to bite his head off.

chapter sixty-one.

Elsie didn't quite get the name of her opponent in the Sawtooth tennis tournament. Patty something. They were both a little late. She hadn't seen the woman before, but then she'd been playing either at night with the a.s.sistant pro on the indoor court or with the Perryville girls up at the school. She'd signed up for the tournament because Jack had told Sally not to. "Wouldn't look good if the owner's family did well."

The warm-up took Elsie by surprise. Patty had a heavy topspin forehand that kept Elsie deep behind the baseline. It wasn't until well into the first set that Elsie got the rhythm. Patty liked banging the ball, moved Elsie from side to side but without trying for the very edges of the corners. It was the great big bounce that made Elsie take the ball so high her shoulder was up to her ear.

Patty covered her own baseline with a couple of long-legged straddle steps as she took her looping backswing. Patty was enjoying herself, Elsie thought, not just because she was winning but because she was in love with her strokes. When Elsie started chipping back short b.a.l.l.s, Patty stopped having fun. Her knees seemed to get in her way as she galloped forward. If she got her racket on the ball, all she could do was scoop it up, usually high enough for Elsie to have time to come to net and put it away. Elsie took pleasure in making this pretty player turn awkward, sometimes punching the ball at Patty's feet, once in a while floating a lob over her before she got her balance.

During the changeovers Patty began to take more time, carefully toweling off her face and hands, fiddling with her wristbands.

Elsie came back from 24 to win the first set 64. Patty sat on a bench. She smiled up at Elsie and said, "You're certainly making me scramble." Her red hair was getting a pretty curl, her face was flushed, the veins in her throat were sky blue. Elsie felt like a vampire, ready to drain this succulent girl.

Elsie said, "I haven't seen you around-not that I'm exactly a regular."

"I just moved up here from Was.h.i.+ngton. My fiance used to belong; he's a friend of Jack Aldrich's. He gave us a summer members.h.i.+p. Is there a water fountain?"

Elsie pointed to the bubbler. Patty kept her knees straight as she leaned over. The back of her skirt tilted up-a wren dipping at the birdbath, tail feathers twitching. Patty's sheathed bottom was full and dainty. If I were a man, Elsie thought, I'd have her just like this. A flurry of feathers-peep, peep, peep-and into the underdown.

Patty wiped her mouth and said, "And-small world-my aunt works here." Elsie's eyes tightened and fixed on Patty's face. She should have seen the family likeness. "Is your aunt Mary Scanlon?" If she hadn't quarreled with Mary, Mary would have told her. So it served her right.

"Yes. My father's sister. I haven't seen her for ages. My father was in the navy, so we were all over the world while I was growing up, and then I worked in Was.h.i.+ngton. But now it looks like Rhode Island is home. At least until the election. I'm working on a congressional campaign."

"You're working for Johnny Bienvenue?"

"Right again," Patty said. "I keep forgetting what a tiny state this is. Oops-I've got to watch that. I was actually born here-my father was stationed at Quonset-but I've got to stop saying 'tiny state.' "

Elsie heard herself say, "Don't worry, we know it's small," even as she felt the details gathering into a wave. She looked at Patty's left hand. "So you're engaged."

"Yes. After what I've seen in Was.h.i.+ngton, I swore I'd never be a political wife, but here I am-working just as hard and not even on the payroll anymore. After you finish me off I've got a meeting with a Mr. Salviatti. We're going to Westerly to talk with some Italian stoneworkers. When my father was stationed in Naples, I learned some Italian. I suppose you know Mr. Salviatti, too."

"Yes." Elsie was dizzy with being taken by surprise, dizzy at having foreseen-how long ago?-the perfect wife for Johnny.

Patty got up. She was as tall as Mary. She said, "You know, I wasn't paying all that much attention, they just told me 'Go to court number two.' " She stuck out her hand. "I'm Patty Scanlon."

"Elsie b.u.t.trick."

Elsie felt Patty's hand. Not a quiver. She watched Patty's eyes. Not a flicker. Could it be he hadn't told her?

"Oh my G.o.d, you're Aunt Mary's housemate! She's absolutely crazy about your daughter; her old Christmas letters were all about Rose. Rose this, Rose that. Rose, Rose, Rose. And, of course, Johnny was crazy about you."

So that was it-a little pat on the head.

Patty said, "Wait-I'm just getting my bearings here. Sally Aldrich is your sister. That means your brother-in-law's the rock-ribbed Republican going against the grain to back Johnny. Sometime I'd love to hear you explain him. But look-we'd better start playing again if I'm going to get to Mr. Salviatti. Any last-minute notes on him? Johnny just said, 'Speak some Italian, get the names of all those cousins of his in Westerly.' Is he short? I could wear flats."

"Not too short. Old, but he likes pretty women. Traditional Catholic-he sent his daughter to Catholic school, Monsignor Prout. Rich, but he was snubbed by a lot of the old Yankees. He likes that Jack took him on as a partner in all this"-Elsie pointed at the Wedding Cake-"but he rolls his eyes when Jack's being an a.s.shole. Oh-you could admire the road to Westerly. His company re-paved it."

Patty tipped her head a notch at the end of each sentence, clicking it into the file. Elsie wondered at herself-here she was being a good little helper, showing off that she, too, could have been the good political wife.

And then she was rolled by the bigger wave tumbling through the water. She'd mocked Johnny when he showed up on the Pro-Jo's list of Rhode Island's eligible bachelors-exaltar boy in search of a wife-mocked him, thinking she didn't care. And then she'd erupted. At herself for being impossible? At him? Whatever Elsie had wanted and not wanted, however on-again/off-again she and Johnny had been, whatever muddle of mockery and fury she'd felt, she'd perfectly conjured this vote-getting, child-bearing, Italian-speaking, red-haired Irish-American beauty. And there was Patty Scanlon walking to her side of the court, scooping up a ball with her racket and giving it a bounce, carelessly floating into Rhode Island, not knowing her fortune had been told in the Providence Journal Sunday supplement.

It was true for a moment, and then not true. Elsie could no more reduce Patty's life than Patty could reduce hers by saying, "And, of course, Johnny was crazy about you."

Patty said, "I forget-did you serve last?"

"Yes." Elsie reached over the net and flicked a ball toward Patty. Elsie felt the first breath of the noon sea breeze. Johnny had been an awkward tennis player but a graceful skater, speeding around thick-frozen Hothouse Pond, somehow making his solid body fluid. She could let that go. Another thought came to her with a slower, deeper breath than physical yearning. She thought, He was the nicest man I ever slept with.

Elsie won. She played well, but the more decisive factor may have been that Patty wanted to be on time for Mr. Salviatti.

chapter sixty-two.

Tom brought Mr. Aldrich to the house. Mr. Aldrich asked about their putting up one of the Sawtooth performers. d.i.c.k said, "That's up to May."

May couldn't fault him but wished he'd just said no. She said, "I'm afraid things are just too unsettled, Mr. Aldrich."

"Jack, please. I understand completely. Don't give it another thought. What I'm really here for is something a bit different." He turned to d.i.c.k. "I'm trying to give that son of mine a sense of what Sawtooth really is. My thought is that it shouldn't just go to him on a platter. I'm more old-fas.h.i.+oned than that. I'm going to have Jack Junior spend a week in the kitchen with Mary Scanlon. He's already spent more than a week with Tom here, getting the waterfront in shape. I have to say Tom's got just the right touch-knows when to kid with the boy, knows when to get tough. But what I was wondering is if you've got a spare berth on board Spartina. Just for one trip. Because when you come right down to it, the sea is what's giving us all a living. I don't know if you've read Captains Courageous by Rudyard Kipling, but the lesson that boy learned on that fis.h.i.+ng vessel is just what I have in mind."

Tom said, "The way that boy ended up on that schooner is that he fell off a yacht and the fishermen pulled him out of the drink. I hope you're not planning to make Jack Junior do it the hard way."

Mr. Aldrich said, "Well, that's sort of amusing, Tom."

May closed her eyes. Tom didn't try again.

"Jack Junior has sailing experience. He can steer a compa.s.s course," Mr. Aldrich said. "I'm not saying he could replace one of your regular hands, but as an extra hand, someone to take the wheel now and then. Just the odd moment. And, of course, he wouldn't get a share."

d.i.c.k didn't say anything.

Mr. Aldrich sat comfortably in the silence, staring straight ahead, as if he was thinking it over himself. After a while he said, "There's another thing. Tom asked me about it and I gave him the best answer I could, but he-you and he-should ask an experienced banker. This is a valuable property. I know you know the a.s.sessed value, but the appraised value might surprise you. I know you had some trouble getting a bank loan years ago when you were building Spartina. I think you'd find things are a lot different now. You could mortgage this property, have enough to take care of problems, get ahead of the game. I'd be glad to take you in to meet the manager of the bank. Very sound man." Mr. Aldrich tilted his head toward Tom. "I should add, I wouldn't have thought of this on my own. Tom and I have had some talks. He's got a good business mind."

"See, Ma. I can be all business when it's time for business."

May said, "What about your job with Eddie?"

"There's plenty of guys who can bang nails. I've learned a thing or two, but the future there belongs to either Phoebe or Walt."

Mr. Aldrich said, "Sawtooth Enterprises has more room for growth." He got up. "Well, I've got to get back to my desk. Perhaps in a few days we can have another chat. Entirely up to you. At your convenience. Tom knows how to reach me on my private line."

May was relieved to see d.i.c.k get up and shake hands, even if he hadn't said more than four words. After Mr. Aldrich left, Tom looked at d.i.c.k. d.i.c.k said, "If you stay to supper, we can talk. I've got a couple of things to do at the boatyard. Bang a few nails."

"Is that a joke, Dad?"

"Whole d.a.m.n thing might be a joke."

"Nothing funny about making some money."

"While I'm at the yard, you might take a look at the books. Charlie's been telling me some things about the projected red-crab population. If I have to retrofit for another fishery, I might need that bank. Captain Teixeira's already converting one of his boats; he gave me a copy of the work order. It's in the file." But d.i.c.k didn't set right off, stood with his hand on the doork.n.o.b. He said, "G.o.d, that man tires me out."

"He's being nice to Rose these days," May said. "Putting on her play and all." Tom laughed for no reason May could fathom. May said, "Even seems to see something in you."

But after d.i.c.k left and Tom went to d.i.c.k's worktable, May thought she'd better call Elsie again. Not just yet, maybe next time Mr. Aldrich showed up. She'd said he was being nice, and she hadn't said it just to contradict d.i.c.k. Mr. Aldrich appeared to be asking a favor and offering favors in return-nothing mysterious about that, as far as it went. What was mysterious to her was what it must feel like to be him-going up and down in South County, taking it all in, thinking about what he might get up to with whatever struck his fancy. The only power to choose she had was whether to make a fuss or let things be. May wondered if she could just let everything be. Let Deirdre settle down with Charlie. Let d.i.c.k get into debt so he could keep going out to sea. And when he came back with a bag of clothes soaked in salt and old bait, let him take them up to Elsie's was.h.i.+ng machine. Would letting things go their own way make her easier, or would things pile up so high she couldn't bear it?

In the next room Tom groaned and said out loud, "Oh boy. Oh boy, oh boy."

She said, "What is it?"

"Nothing much. Nothing that Dad's marrying a rich widow wouldn't fix."

"Well, don't go making jokes like that when your father gets back."

"Don't worry, Ma." Tom stuck his head round the edge of the door. "Dad's got a great sense of humor."

Now that made her laugh.

chapter sixty-three.

Elsie was restless. When she got back to her house she tried to settle down to read. No use. She went for a bike ride, all the way to URI and back the long way around the Great Swamp. Faster than she and Deirdre had done it, fast enough so Deirdre would have been breathing hard. When she got off her bike at the end of the paved part of the driveway her legs were trembling. But she didn't want to go sit in her house. She got the key to Miss Perry's front door from under the rock where she'd left it. She locked the door behind her, wanting to seal herself inside the dark house. She trailed through the library, fingering the books. The smell was all that appealed to her. On the mantelpiece she found the card that Everett Hazard had sent Miss Perry. He'd drawn an Egyptian hieroglyph. Under it was his handwritten translation: "Paradise is a man's own good nature." Not today. That sort of thought was like pot-cheered you up only if you were in a good mood ...

Elsie had framed it, meant to give it to Tory Hazard after Miss Perry's funeral but had decided to wait. Tory had stopped Captain Teixeira from reminiscing about her father. Now Elsie felt less patient with her, Miss Perry's proto-pet, the nicer one. Captain Teixeira probably thought Tory was more like Miss Perry. Johnny should have married her for her good nature and her old Rhode Island name, get out the old-Yankee vote. Too bad, Tory-he picked the red-haired Irish navy brat. Who was off singing "O Sole Mio" to Mr. Salviatti, not wearing high heels because she was so tall. Let her be tall. When she chased a tennis ball, she ran like a giraffe.

She opened her fist to look at the key-a large, old-fas.h.i.+oned key with a trefoil handle, the sort of key she'd seen in a painting hanging from the belt of the chatelaine. Chatelaine, my a.s.s-she was the housekeeper. She should be wearing Rose's maid's uniform-that cap with the long ribbons.

She trotted up the stairs all the way to the tower room, hoping one more puff of exercise would make her mindless.

In the old days it had been a maid's room, some poor waif from County Clare saying her beads in her neck-to-ankle nightgown. Or was she waiting for the young chauffeur to sneak up the stairs? Soon it would be a Perryville girl sleeping here, one of the good students-this was a prize room, the window high enough to look out to sea through the top of the copper beech after the leaves fell. Now it was shaded except for one ray that flickered through an upper corner of the window, dotting the floor beside the armoire, just missing the mirror set in its door. Eddie and Walt had moved it all the way up from the bas.e.m.e.nt after Elsie pointed out there was no closet. Lots of manly grunting, Walt on the heavy bottom end, dripping sweat from his forehead onto his face reflected in the mirror. Eddie four steps up, navigating the turns. Elsie trailing behind, keeping her mouth shut even when they just missed gouging the wall, but on the last narrow flight of stairs, apologizing-"Jeez, guys, I didn't think it'd be this hard."

When they'd finally set it down in the middle of the room they both started laughing. Eddie stopped and said, "I don't suppose we could've used a block and tackle and brought her through the window."

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