Chapters (46)
- Cover
- Other Titles
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Friday
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- Saturday
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- Sunday
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- Monday
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
But what does she know, really? Her love line never diverged, no, but she did have two loves of her life. More. Her daughters, her son, her grandchildren. They’re just lines, Kate, she hears Lydia say. Why should London let her destiny be tied to this Adam person, anyway? Let London be the one to break away from this legacy. Let her be the one to take action. Let her be the one to embrace her own free will.
Kate takes her hand. “We came here to save a shark. So let’s save a shark!”
“We can’t,” London says, her eyes downcast. “It’s over.”
“It’s not over. Do you know why? Because you’re here. You can save it.”
London gives a snort. But when she raises her eyes to meet Kate’s, there is a light that hadn’t been there before. “I know where we can find a boat,” she says.
On the way down in the elevator, London turns to Kate. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, dear.” The back and side walls of the elevator are mirrored, and Kate can see her granddaughter’s and her own reflection from all angles. Ask me anything, she thinks. I am ready.
“Are you and Papa in love?”
Oh. Not that. “Yes, very much,” she says.
“That’s nice,” London says. “Really nice.” She takes off her glasses and rubs her eyes. “I don’t think that anyone will ever love me.”
That’s ridiculous, Kate wants to say. You’re just a child, you don’t even know what love is yet. But she senses that this is the wrong answer. Instead, she takes London’s hand and turns it over, muscle memory kicking in as she runs her fingers over the girl’s palm. “Do you want to know what it says?” she asks. London nods. “It says that you will have many loves in your life. But only if you concentrate on finding someone who you love, instead of worrying about finding someone who will love you.”
“Wow, Nana,” London says after a minute, putting her glasses back on. “I didn’t know you could read palms. That’s really cool.”
If London had her glasses on, she might have noticed that Kate didn’t actually look at London’s palm once. Some things, Kate thinks, are better left a mystery.
THIRTY
“Say cheese,” says Walter, holding up a camera.