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  “Would you?” the chaplain asked Meredith, although she’d missed the question the first time. She looked at Eli for help, and he nodded toward the earth on the ground.

  Meredith picked up a handful, which she sprinkled over Pike’s coffin. Eli discreetly slipped a check to the reverend, and Meredith flushed to think she hadn’t even considered this part of the ritual. From whose bank account had that money come . . . Eli’s? The town’s? Neither, she hoped. Spencer Pike had bled Comtosook dry enough already.

  The minister offered Meredith his condolences and walked solemnly to his VW Bug to drive off, leaving behind a faint trace of Simon and Garfunkel from the open windows. Eli’s big hand touched her shoulder. “You want a lift back?”

  Meredith shrugged. “I may just stay for a minute.”

  “Sure,” Eli said. He started off with his dog, and then came back and unclipped his cell phone from his belt. “Call me when you’re ready, okay?”

  Meredith thanked him and watched him drive off in his truck. She wondered if Shelby realized how lucky she was, to have a man like that who’d happened to cross into her life at just the right moment. A light breeze ruffled the bottom of the black dress she’d borrowed as she looked at the fresh grave. “Good-bye,” she said quietly, because she felt that someone should.

  “Good riddance,” she heard behind her.

  Az Thompson stood a few feet away, dressed in an ill-fitting black suit with a white shirt and string tie. “You’re the last person I expected to see here,” Meredith said.

  “I didn’t come for him.” Az looked down at the raw mouth in the ground where the coffin lay. “First time in a long time I’m happy to have outlived someone.” He glanced up at Meredith. “You care to walk a ways?”

  She slipped her heels off and padded along beside Az in her stockings. He climbed the hill, striding right across some of the graves. At some spots, she felt a tickling on the arches of her feet. He stopped at a weeping willow with a lopsided stone bench beside it. “This is a poor excuse for a thinking spot,” he said, frowning.

  “Where would you go instead?”

  “A waterfall,” Az said immediately. “Or flat on my back under the stars.” He looked at her, then stretched out on the ground. “See what I mean?”

  She only hesitated a second, and that was because this dress was not her own. Then she settled herself beside Az and stared up at the sky. “What do you see?” she asked, the game she played with Lucy.

  “Clouds,” Az answered, matter-of-fact.

  Meredith hugged her knees. In the crook of her arm was a small bruise from the blood that had been drawn days ago. Az had one too. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.”

  “It’s just . . . well, I don’t know what I’m supposed to call you. Mr. Thompson, or Az, or John.”

  “I’ve always fancied being called Ted Williams by a whole stadium of fans, but I guess I could settle for one skinny girl calling me N’mahom.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “My grandfather.” He looked directly at Meredith. “I suppose, then, you believe it all.”

  She nodded. “Not that it does anyone any good.”

  “Why would you say that?”

  Tears came to Meredith’s eyes. Surprised, she told herself that it was the day, the heat, the lack of sleep. “So much has already happened,” she said quietly. “So many people hurt.” She was thinking of people like Az, like Lia, like the faceless Abenaki of this town, yet Ross’s features came swimming up to the surface. “This wasn’t supposed to be about me, and somehow, it got that way.”

  “People work too hard to figure out the meaning of their lives. Why me, why now. The truth is, sometimes things don’t happen to you for a reason. Sometimes it’s just about being in the right place at the right time for someone else.”

  “That’s it?” she said.

  “That’s quite a lot.” He turned and smiled. “You going home today?”

  Meredith had been planning to fly to Baltimore that afternoon. But she’d postponed her trip till tomorrow. She just didn’t want to leave Comtosook with Pike’s funeral as her last memory. “Soon,” she hedged. “Will you write me?”

  “I’m not a big fan of the written word. Pike and his friends wrote down a lot of stuff that should never have been put to paper. And the Alnôbak prefer an oral history to a written one.”

  “With one great big chapter left out,” Meredith murmured.

  “Then that’s the one you have to tell.”

  When she realized he was serious, she shook her head. “I wouldn’t know what to say.”

  “Doesn’t matter. Just start somewhere.”

  “To Lucy, you mean?”

  “To anyone,” Az said, “who will listen.”

  She tucked her hair behind her ear. “About that . . . I’m going to the reading of the will this afternoon. Eli arranged for a judge to write something up so that the property will revert back to me, because I was my mother’s successor . . . and all these years, she was the one who really owned it. I’d like . . . I’d like you to have it.”

  He laughed. “What am I going to do with a great big piece of land like that?”

  “I thought you might want to share it.” Meredith split a blade of grass with her thumbnail. “Provided, of course, that Lucy and I have a place to stay when we come to see you. Will you take care of the details for me?”

  “Look up a man named Winks Champigny. He’s in the phone book. He’ll know what to do. I would help you, but I may not be around for a while.”

  “Story of my life. I meet a great guy, and find out he’s sailing on the next ship.” Meredith smiled at him. “You’ll be here, when I come back to visit?”

  “Count on it,” Az said.

  “You’re sure you don’t mind?” Shelby asked for the tenth time. She looked at Meredith’s reflection in the mirror as she fastened a locket around her neck.

  “Why would I mind? The kids watch each other. I’ll be sitting on the couch eating bonbons and watching soaps.”

  It was a novelty for Shelby—she was being taken out on a real date, at a real time, for dinner. “Well, I know you’ll want to pack up for your flight tomorrow. So consider yourself off duty the minute Ross gets back.”

  He had left to collect equipment he’d left at the Pike property. Why he’d chosen to do this in the dark, at 8:30 P.M., was beyond Meredith. “Do you know where Eli’s taking you?”

  “Some five-star place in Burlington.” She fell backward onto the bed beside Meredith, smiling so hard that her face actually hurt. “I’ve been out with him a dozen times,” Shelby murmured. “To the store, to his place, for a drive. So why do I feel like this?”

  “Because you’re crazy about him,” Meredith said. “Blame it on the dopamine being secreted by your brain.”

  “Leave it to a geneticist to reduce love to a scientific reaction.”

  “Those of us who don’t have it readily available prefer to think of it that way.”

  Shelby rolled onto her stomach. “Who’s Lucy’s father?”

  “A guy who shouldn’t have been,” Meredith replied. “How about Ethan’s?”

  “That guy’s brother, apparently.” Shelby propped her chin on her hand. “Did you love him?”

  “To pieces.”

  “Me too.” She looked at Meredith. “Sometimes I pretend that I haven’t met Eli. Or that he isn’t the last thing I think about before I fall asleep. It’s like a superstition, you know— if I don’t put that much value on a relationship, maybe it won’t get ripped out from under my feet.”

  “No one’s going to rip this out from under your feet,” Meredith said. “Relationships succeed and fail because of the people in them . . . not some karmic plan.”

  “You think? Don’t you ever wonder if there’s one person you’re meant to be with?”

  “God, no! To say that you’ve got one soul mate in the world, out of six billion people . . . well, mathematically that’s setting yours