Her toenails were a satisfying, shocking orange. âMy feet are clean as a whistle. Oh, except for the piss I stepped in when I went barefoot into the airplane bathroom. Some men canât aim for shit.â
âEw!â Kennedy said, laughing.
âLanguage!â Laura said, though to Ellyâs satisfaction, she was grinning.
âWatch yourself, miss, or you will be the ruin of this family,â Elly said, pitching her voice high to imitate their mother.
This made Laura snort. Kennedy fell all over herself howling. Elly laughed, too, and leaned over the seat to high-five her niece. Sheâd been right to come home. Her girls needed her to lighten things up in gray old New England.
Laura wanted Elly to stay at her house, not at the inn. Elly was happy to oblige. âIâm glad Iâm staying here,â she said after Laura had sent Kennedy to the den with a handful of cookies and a book. âI wasnât too enthused about having Mom hover over me and quiz me about my singing career. Or about men. God, sheâs probably going to ask me about boyfriends, isnât she?â
âProbably,â Laura said. âI think the older Mom gets, the fewer filters she has.â
âI suppose weâll be like that.â
âI already am,â Laura said. âItâs like my thoughts roll straight out of my head onto my tongue and fall out of my mouth. I want to slap myself sometimes.â
They were sitting at the kitchen table with cups of coffee. Jake wouldnâtbe home from work for at least another few hours, Laura said. âWe never eat dinner before nine or ten,â she warned.
âThatâs fine. Itâs three hours earlier my time, remember.â Elly glanced out the window at the yard and the stables beyond it. Behind the stables was the pasture, hemmed by the thick woods of Dogtown. Their father used to take them hiking in Dogtown as children when the inn was busy, âto keep you out of your motherâs hair.â
Dad loved Dogtown, an area of about thirty-six hundred acres between Gloucester and the far edge of Rockport. In the mid-1600s, these woods had been the site of the original Commons Settlement, the most prosperous area of Gloucester until after the Revolutionary War.
After that people began moving out to the coastal areas, but some war widows and other loners remained, using guard dogs to protect them and earning this place its name. She and her sisters used to come here as children, terrifying each other with tales of what corpses might have been tossed into the icy depths of the reservoirs.
Ellyâs favorite hike in Dogtown was what her father called the âblueberry highway,â a narrow path through gnarled blueberry bushes. Theyâd pick berries until their mouths and hands were stained purple. Elly had loved seeing the old stone walls and cellar holes, and pretending with her sisters that it was still Colonial times.
She wondered where her father was now, and shivered despite having added a sweater and socks. A few of the trees were already turning orange and gold and red, the leaves trembling against the pewter sky. Sheâd forgotten about autumn in New England, when everything looked like a high school yearbook page and the temperature fell twenty degrees the minute the sun started going down.
âIs your heat broken or something?â she asked. âItâs freezing in here.â
âWe never put the heat on before October thirty-first,â Laura said. âDo you know how much a tank of oil costs?â
âOh, come on. Youâre married to a frigginâ
dentist
. I bet he makes bank.â
âJake has dental school loans coming out his ears. You donât even want to know how much debt weâre carrying.â
âFine. Bring me a blanket, then. Iâll pretend Iâm homeless.â
âYouâve got to be kidding,â Laura said. âItâs sixty-five degrees in
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