Contents ( 95)
- Dedication
- Contents
- Part 1
- August, Block Island
- Prologue
- Part 2
- Two Months Ago, June
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Part 3
- July
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Part 4
- August
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
- About the Author
- Meet Meg Mitchell Moore
- A Conversation with Meg Mitchell Moore
- About the Book
- Behind the Book
- Reading Group Guide
- Read On
- An Excerpt from Two Truths and a Lie
- Prologue
- June
- I: THE SQUAD
- Praise for The Islanders
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
The Caribbean, anticipated Anthony.
“The Caribbean!” finished Dorothy. “And, Anthony, when I stopped in for our coffees there was the sweetest young girl working behind the counter, she must have been twelve or so.”
“Thirteen,” said Anthony softly.
“She had the funniest T-shirt, Anthony, you would have loved it. You always did love a pun. It said— Now, let me see, let me get it exactly right. It had a picture of a bear, and then a picture of a deer, and the bear was saying, ‘Oh dear.’ No, wait, that can’t be right. That’s not funny at all!”
Maggie was wearing the shirt he’d bought her! The knowledge made him immeasurably happy and enormously sad at the very same time. He felt the weight of his fight with Joy, of all of their almosts, anew.
“‘I’ll fight you with my bear hands,’” said Anthony morosely. “And the deer says, ‘Oh deer!’”
“That’s it!” said Dorothy. “How’d you know?”
“Lucky guess.”
His regrets about deceiving Joy, and about the fight, were fierce, palpable. He wanted them to meet Max, and he wanted to show Max the island with Joy and Maggie. But Joy’s final words sat there, like a boulder he couldn’t move. No more. We’re all done here. Forever.
Chapter 45
MAGGIE
MAGGIE IS ALLOWED to go back and forth to Lu’s to work, because Maggie’s mother values commitments and remembers what it was like when she was the mother of a young child and occasionally dependent on other people for help, and she’s allowed to help in the shop, but other than that, she is stuck at home. No beach, no clamming, no nothing. No recreational phone use, although her mother hasn’t been very good about enforcing that one. She keeps forgetting to take the phone.
But tonight Joy comes home from the shop and disappears into the bathroom and then into her bedroom and comes out wearing a turquoise sundress Maggie has never seen before; she announces that she and Holly are going to dinner. “Holly?” says Maggie. “Not Anthony?” She is still hoping, despite her earlier nastiness, that he and her mother will get back together. She liked Anthony: he was funny and interesting and curious. It was fun to show him around. He let Maggie teach him to clam; he seemed to enjoy her mother’s weird and occasionally lame sense of humor; he even bought Maggie a T-shirt that was not half bad.
Her mother sighs and says, “Not Anthony. You know that, Mags. No more Anthony.” She says that Holly and Riley’s father, Brent, had a reservation and at the last minute Brent couldn’t go. Her mouth droops in a sad way and Maggie almost feels bad for her until she remembers that her mother is the reason she is grounded. She steels herself and says, “Okay.”
Maggie watches out the window as her mother’s turquoise dress disappears into the summer evening foot traffic. Left to her own devices, Maggie wanders through the house, switches on the TV, turns it off when she realizes there is nothing she wants to watch. It is day four of the grounding. There is no way she is staying in this house, alone, all night. She checks her phone: no texts, nothing. Even the “Videos You Might Like” on Instagram are videos she definitely does not like. She considers taking Pickles on an adventure but decides that her mother loves Pickles more than she loves Maggie right now, so should Joy come home to find Pickles missing Maggie would probably be charged with dognapping, and that is a headache she does not need.