Chesapeake Blue
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The big man tapped his cue twice more. "Bob says he didn't take nothing, he didn't take nothing. None of my never mind."
"How about you, Gloria? You want trouble?" Philip asked her.
Before she could speak, the door opened. The women came in.
"Goddamn it," Cam muttered under his breath. "Should've figured it." Dru walked directly to Seth, slid her hand into his. "Hello again, Gloria. It's funny, my mother doesn't remember you at all. She isn't the least bit interested in you. But my grandfather is." She took a piece of paper out of her pocket. "This is the number to his office on the Hill. He'll be happy to speak to you if you'd like to call him."
Gloria slapped the paper from Dru's fingers, then retreated quickly when Seth stepped forward.
"I'll make you sorry for this." She shoved through them, pausing briefly to snarl at Sybill.
"You shouldn't have come back, Gloria," Sybill told her. "You should've cut your losses."
"Bitch. I'll make you sorry. I'll make you all sorry." With one last bitter glance, she shoved through the door.
"You were supposed to stay home," Seth told her.
"No, I wasn't." Dru touched his cheek.
Chapter Nineteen
THE HOUSE AND THE YARD were crowded with people. Crabs were steaming, and a half dozen picnic tables were loaded with food.
The Quinns' annual Fourth of July celebration was well under way.
Seth pulled a beer from the keg, grabbed some shade, and took a break from the conversations to sketch.
His world, he thought. Friends, family, slow Shore voices and squealing kids. The smells of spiced crabs, of beer, of talcum powder and grass. Of the water.
A couple of kids were out in a Sunfish with a bright yellow sail. Ethan's dog was splashing in the shallows with Aubrey—old times.
He heard Anna's laugh and the cheerful clink of horseshoes.
Independence Day, he thought. He would remember this one for the rest of his life.
"We've been doing this here since before you were born," Stella said from beside him. The pencil squirted out of Seth's fingers. No dream this time, he thought in a kind of breathless wonder. He was sitting in the warm, dappled shade, surrounded by people and noise. And talking to a ghost. "I wasn't sure you were speaking to me."
"Nearly made a mess of it, and that ticked me off. But you figured things out in the end." She was wearing the old khaki hat, a red shirt and baggy blue shorts. Without any real thought, Seth picked up the pencil, turned the page in his book and began to draw her as she looked, sitting contentedly in the shade.
"Part of me was always scared of her, no matter what. But that's gone now."
"Good. Stay that way, because she'll always cause trouble. My God, look at Crawford. How'd he get so old? Time just goes by, no matter what the hell you do. Some things you let go. Some things are worth repeating. Like this party, year after year after year."
He continued to sketch, but his throat had tightened. "You're not coming back again, are you?"
"No, honey. I'm not coming back again."
She touched him, and he would never forget the sensation of her hand on his knee. "Time to look forward, Seth. You don't want to ever forget what's behind you, but you've got to look ahead. Look at my boys." She let out a long sigh as she gazed over at Cam, and Ethan, and Phillip. "All grown up, with families of their own. I'm glad I told them that I loved them, that I was proud of them, while I was still breathing."
She smiled now, patted Seth's knee. "Glad I got a chance to tell you I love you. And I'm proud of you."
"Grandma—"
"Make a good life for yourself or I'm going to be ticked off at you again. Here comes your girl," she said, and was gone.
His heart wrenched in his chest. And Dru sat down beside him. "Want company?" she asked.
"As long as it's you."
"So many people." She leaned back on her elbows. "It makes me think Saint Chris must look like a ghost town right now."
"Just about everyone swings by, at least for a while. It whittles down by nightfall, and the rest of us stay here and watch the fireworks."
Some things you let go, he remembered. Some are worth repeating.
"I love you, Drusilla. Just thought that was worth repeating."
She angled her head, studied the odd little smile on his face. "You can repeat it whenever you like. And if you come home with me afterward, we can make our own fireworks."
"That's a date."
She sat up again, examined his drawing. "That's wonderful. Such a strong face—and a friendly one." She glanced around for the model. "Where is she? I don't remember seeing her."
"She's not here anymore." He took a last look at the sketch, then gently closed the book. "Wanna go for a swim?"
"It's hot enough, but I didn't think to bring a suit."
"Really?" Grinning, he stood up, pulled her to her feet. "But you can swim, right?"
"Of course I can swim." As soon as the words were out, she recognized the gleam in his eye. "Don't even think about it."
"Too late." He scooped her up.
"Don't—" She wiggled, shoved, then began to panic as he jogged toward the dock. "This isn't funny."
"It will be. Don't forget to hold your breath."
He ran straight down the dock and off the end.
"IT'S A OUINN THING," Anna said as she handed Dru a dry shirt. "I can't explain it. They're always doing that."
"I lost a shoe."
"They'll probably find it."
Dru sat on the bed. "Men are so strange."
"We just have to remember that in some areas, they're really just five years old. These sandals ought to fit you well enough." She offered them.
"Thanks. Oh, they're fabulous."
"I love shoes. I lust for shoes."
"With me it's earrings. I have no power against them."
"I like you very much."
Dru stopped admiring the sandals and looked up. "Thank you. I like you very much, too."
"It's a bonus. I would have made room for any woman Seth loved. All of us would. So you're a very nice bonus. I wanted to tell you."
"How about you, Gloria? You want trouble?" Philip asked her.
Before she could speak, the door opened. The women came in.
"Goddamn it," Cam muttered under his breath. "Should've figured it." Dru walked directly to Seth, slid her hand into his. "Hello again, Gloria. It's funny, my mother doesn't remember you at all. She isn't the least bit interested in you. But my grandfather is." She took a piece of paper out of her pocket. "This is the number to his office on the Hill. He'll be happy to speak to you if you'd like to call him."
Gloria slapped the paper from Dru's fingers, then retreated quickly when Seth stepped forward.
"I'll make you sorry for this." She shoved through them, pausing briefly to snarl at Sybill.
"You shouldn't have come back, Gloria," Sybill told her. "You should've cut your losses."
"Bitch. I'll make you sorry. I'll make you all sorry." With one last bitter glance, she shoved through the door.
"You were supposed to stay home," Seth told her.
"No, I wasn't." Dru touched his cheek.
Chapter Nineteen
THE HOUSE AND THE YARD were crowded with people. Crabs were steaming, and a half dozen picnic tables were loaded with food.
The Quinns' annual Fourth of July celebration was well under way.
Seth pulled a beer from the keg, grabbed some shade, and took a break from the conversations to sketch.
His world, he thought. Friends, family, slow Shore voices and squealing kids. The smells of spiced crabs, of beer, of talcum powder and grass. Of the water.
A couple of kids were out in a Sunfish with a bright yellow sail. Ethan's dog was splashing in the shallows with Aubrey—old times.
He heard Anna's laugh and the cheerful clink of horseshoes.
Independence Day, he thought. He would remember this one for the rest of his life.
"We've been doing this here since before you were born," Stella said from beside him. The pencil squirted out of Seth's fingers. No dream this time, he thought in a kind of breathless wonder. He was sitting in the warm, dappled shade, surrounded by people and noise. And talking to a ghost. "I wasn't sure you were speaking to me."
"Nearly made a mess of it, and that ticked me off. But you figured things out in the end." She was wearing the old khaki hat, a red shirt and baggy blue shorts. Without any real thought, Seth picked up the pencil, turned the page in his book and began to draw her as she looked, sitting contentedly in the shade.
"Part of me was always scared of her, no matter what. But that's gone now."
"Good. Stay that way, because she'll always cause trouble. My God, look at Crawford. How'd he get so old? Time just goes by, no matter what the hell you do. Some things you let go. Some things are worth repeating. Like this party, year after year after year."
He continued to sketch, but his throat had tightened. "You're not coming back again, are you?"
"No, honey. I'm not coming back again."
She touched him, and he would never forget the sensation of her hand on his knee. "Time to look forward, Seth. You don't want to ever forget what's behind you, but you've got to look ahead. Look at my boys." She let out a long sigh as she gazed over at Cam, and Ethan, and Phillip. "All grown up, with families of their own. I'm glad I told them that I loved them, that I was proud of them, while I was still breathing."
She smiled now, patted Seth's knee. "Glad I got a chance to tell you I love you. And I'm proud of you."
"Grandma—"
"Make a good life for yourself or I'm going to be ticked off at you again. Here comes your girl," she said, and was gone.
His heart wrenched in his chest. And Dru sat down beside him. "Want company?" she asked.
"As long as it's you."
"So many people." She leaned back on her elbows. "It makes me think Saint Chris must look like a ghost town right now."
"Just about everyone swings by, at least for a while. It whittles down by nightfall, and the rest of us stay here and watch the fireworks."
Some things you let go, he remembered. Some are worth repeating.
"I love you, Drusilla. Just thought that was worth repeating."
She angled her head, studied the odd little smile on his face. "You can repeat it whenever you like. And if you come home with me afterward, we can make our own fireworks."
"That's a date."
She sat up again, examined his drawing. "That's wonderful. Such a strong face—and a friendly one." She glanced around for the model. "Where is she? I don't remember seeing her."
"She's not here anymore." He took a last look at the sketch, then gently closed the book. "Wanna go for a swim?"
"It's hot enough, but I didn't think to bring a suit."
"Really?" Grinning, he stood up, pulled her to her feet. "But you can swim, right?"
"Of course I can swim." As soon as the words were out, she recognized the gleam in his eye. "Don't even think about it."
"Too late." He scooped her up.
"Don't—" She wiggled, shoved, then began to panic as he jogged toward the dock. "This isn't funny."
"It will be. Don't forget to hold your breath."
He ran straight down the dock and off the end.
"IT'S A OUINN THING," Anna said as she handed Dru a dry shirt. "I can't explain it. They're always doing that."
"I lost a shoe."
"They'll probably find it."
Dru sat on the bed. "Men are so strange."
"We just have to remember that in some areas, they're really just five years old. These sandals ought to fit you well enough." She offered them.
"Thanks. Oh, they're fabulous."
"I love shoes. I lust for shoes."
"With me it's earrings. I have no power against them."
"I like you very much."
Dru stopped admiring the sandals and looked up. "Thank you. I like you very much, too."
"It's a bonus. I would have made room for any woman Seth loved. All of us would. So you're a very nice bonus. I wanted to tell you."
