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t he fair of her to ask him to understand。
It was an easy drive from Raleigh； slightly more than two hours； and she arrived a little before eleven。 She checked into a small inn downtown； went to her room and unpacked her suitcase； hanging her dresses in the closet and putting everything else in the drawers。 She had a quick lunch； asked the waitress for directions to the nearest antique stores； then spent the next few hours shopping。 By four thirty she was back in her room。
She sat on the edge of the bed； picked up the phone and called Lon。 He couldn’t speak long； but before they hung up she gave him the phone number where she was staying and promised to call the following day。 Good； she thought while hanging up the phone。 Routine conversation； nothing out of the ordinary。 Nothing to make him suspicious。
She’d known him almost four years now； it was 1942 when they met； the world at war and America one year in。 Everyone was doing their part and she was volunteering at the hospital down…town。 The first waves of wounded young soldiers were ing Home； and she spent her days with broken men and shattered bodies。 When Lon； with his easy charm； introduced himself at a party； she saw in him exactly what she needed： someone with con…fidence about the future and a sense of humour that drove all her fears away。
He was handsome； intelligent and driven； a successful lawyer eight years older than she； and he pursued his job with passion； not only winning cases but also making a name for himself。 She understood his vigorous pursuit of success； for her father and most of the men she met in her social circle were the same way。 Like them； he’d been raised that way； and； in the caste system of the South； family name and acplishments were often the most important consideration in marriage。 In some cases they were the only consideration。
Though she had quietly rebelled against this idea since child…hood and had dated a few men best described as reckless； she found herself drawn to Lon’s easy ways and had gradually e to love him。 Despite the long hours he worked； he was good to her。 He was a gentleman； mature and responsible； and during those terrible periods of the war when she needed someone to hold her； he never once turned her away。 She felt secure with him and knew he loved her as well and that was why she had accepted his proposal。
Thinking these things made her feel guilty about being here； and she knew she should pack her things and leave before she changed her mind。 She picked up her handbag； hesitated and almost made it to the door。 But coincidence had pushed her here； and she put the bag down； again realizing that if she quit now she would always wonder what would have happened。 She couldn’t live with that
She went to the bathroom and started a bath。 After checking the temperature she walked to the chest of drawers in the bedroom； taking off her gold earrings as she crossed the room。 She found her sponge bag； opened it and pulled out a razor and a bar of soap； then undressed in front of the chest of drawers。 She looked at herself in the mirror。 Her body was firm and well proportioned； breasts softly rounded； stomach flat； legs slim。 She’d inherited her mother’s high cheekbones； smooth skin and blonde hair； but her best feature was her own。 She had “eyes like ocean waves”； as Lon liked to say。
Taking the razor and soap； she went to the bathroom again； turned off the tap； set a towel where she could reach it and stepped gingerly into the bath。
She liked the way a bath relaxed her； and she slipped lower in the water。 The day had been long and her back was tense； but she was pleased she had finished shopping so quickly。 She had to go hack to Raleigh with something tangible； and the things she had picked out would work fine。 She made a mental note to find the names of some other stores in the Beaufort area； then suddenly doubted she would need to。 Lon wasn’t the type to check up on her。
She reached for the soap； lathered up and began to shave her legs。 As she did； she thought about her parents and what they would think of her behaviour。 No doubt they would disapprove； especially her mother。 Her mother had never really accepted what had happened the summer they’d spent here and wouldn’t accept it now； no matter what reason she gave。
She soaked a while longer in the bath before finally getting out and towelling off。 She went to the closet and looked for a dress； finally choosing a long yellow one that dipped slightly in the front； the kind that was mon in the South。 She slipped it on and looked in the mirror； turning from side to side。 It fitted her well； but she eventually decided against it and put it back on the hanger。 Instead she found a more casual； less revealing dress and put that on。 Light blue with a touch of lace； it buttoned up at the front； and though it didn’t look quite as nice as the first one； it conveyed an image she thought would be more appropriate。
She wore little make…up； just a touch of eye shadow and mas…cara to accent her eyes。 Perfume next； not too much。 She found a pair of small hooped earrings； put those on； then slipped on the tan； low…heeled sandals she had been wearing earlier。 She brushed her blonde hair； pinned it up and looked in the mirror。 No； it was too much； she thought； and she let it back down。 Better。
When she was finished she stepped back and evaluated herself。 She looked good： not too dressy； not too casual。 She didn’t want to overdo it。 After all； she didn’t know what to expect。 It had been a long time—probably too long—and many different things could have happened； even things she didn’t want to consider。
She looked down and saw her hands were shaking； and she laughed to herself。 It was strange； she wasn’t normally this nervous。
She found her handbag and car keys； then picked up the room key。 She turned it over in her hand a couple of times； thinking … You’ve e this far； don’t give up now。 She nearly left then； but instead sat on the bed again。 She checked her watch。 Almost six o’clock。 She knew she had to leave in a few minutes—she didn’t want to arrive after dark—but she needed a little more time。
“Damn；” she whispered。 “What am I doing here？ I shouldn’t be here。 There’s no reason for it。” But once she said it she knew it wasn’t true。 If nothing else； she would have her answer。
She opened her handbag and thumbed through it until she came to a folded…up piece of newspaper。 After taking it out slowly； almost reverently； she unfolded it and stared at it for a while。 “This is why；” she finally said to herself； “this is what it’s all about。”
NOAH GOT UP at five and kayaked for an hour up Brices Creek； as he usually did。 When he finished he changed into his work clothes； warmed some bread rolls from the day before； grabbed a couple of apples and washed his breakfast down with two cups of Coffee。
He worked on the fencing again； repairing the posts。 It was an Indian summer； the temperature over eighty degrees； and by lunchtime he was hot and tired and glad of the break。
He ate at the creek because the mullets were jumping。 He liked to watch them jump three or four limes and glide through the air before vanishing into the brackish water。 For some reason he had always been pleased by the fact that their instinct hadn’t changed for thousands； maybe tens of thousands； of years。
Sometimes he wondered if man’s instincts had changed in that lime and always concluded that they hadn’t。 At least in the basic； most primal ways。 As far as he could tell； man had always been aggressive； always striving to dominate； trying to control the world and everything in it。 The war in Europe and Japan proved that。
He stopped working a little after three and walked to a small shed that sat near his dock。 He went in； found his Fishing pole； a couple of lures and some live crickets he kept on hand； then walked out to the dock； baited his hook and cast his line。
Fishing always made him reflect on his life； and he did so now。 After his mother died he could remember spending his days in a dozen different Homes。 For one reason or another； he stuttered badly as a child and was teased for it。 He began to speak less and less； and by the age of five he wouldn’t speak at all。 When he started classes； his teachers thought he was retarded and re…mended that he be pulled out of school。
Instead； his father took matters into his own hands。 He kept him in school and afterwards made him e to the timber yard where he worked； to haul and stack wood。 “It’s good that we spend some time together；” he would say as they worked side…by…side； “just like my daddy and I did。”
His father would talk about animals or tell stories and legends mon to North Carolina。 Within a few months Noah was speak…ing again； though not well； and his father decided to teach him to read with books of poetry。 “Learn to read this aloud and you’ll be able to say anything you want to。” His father had been right again； and by the following year Noah had lost his stutter。 But he contin…ued to go to the timber yard every day simply because his father was there； and in the evenings he would read the works of Whit…man and Tennyson aloud as his father rocked beside him。 He had be