Chapters (45)
- COVER PAGE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- DEDICATION
- 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
- 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
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- FURTHER READING
‘I like your mother,’ I said, as she made her way back up the grassy hill, carrying her shoes in one hand.
Jim looked at me, his brow furrowed. ‘You don’t have to live with her.’
We were quiet for a moment or two and a heron flew low across the water on the other shore, landing in the bottom branches of a tree.
‘I didn’t think I’d hear from you again,’ Jim said. He cleared his throat.
I looked down at my feet in the muddy water. ‘I was ashamed of how I acted.’
‘So what’re you doing here?’ He tossed a stick from the dock, arm brushing against mine.
‘I brought your book back. I didn’t want you to think I’d stolen it.’
‘You came all the way here to return a book? I find that hard to believe.’
‘I didn’t have your address. And we never got to talk about how it ended.’
‘Some ending, isn’t it?’
‘What do you think it means?’
‘I don’t know, Sarah. I don’t know what much means. On the train, I didn’t mean to sound like I didn’t want to kiss you; I just wanted us to talk about what it meant.’
I nodded and thought about what else I’d come to tell him. There weren’t words yet for what had happened with Roy and the awfulness of everything. Instead I felt my throat close up, and I shut my eyes tight against the tears that were welling. They trickled out though, betraying me, and there was Jim’s hand on my back.
‘Oh, damn. I’m a disaster. I’m sorry, Jim. I thought I’d pulled myself together.’
‘Hush, now, Sarah, it’s fine.’
‘I left Roy. I’ve been living in DC.’
‘On your own?’
‘Yes.’
‘What happened?’
‘It’s a long story.’
‘I got time.’ Jim rubbed his hands up and down on his thighs and kept his eyes fixed out on the water.
I wanted to tell him, but not then. I didn’t want Roy there between us.
When I didn’t speak, Jim said: ‘So what now? You go back to Australia?’
I shook my head. ‘There was so much I wanted to get away from, so why leave now that I am? Away, that is.’
Jim stood up, stretching his arms over his head. ‘Let’s go out on the boat. You ever been sailing?’
‘No.’
‘Can you swim?’
‘A little.’
‘Well, you probably won’t drown then.’
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