apple, âif, like them, I end up where I began.â
âMaude,â said Harold.
âYes.â
âI have a present for you.â And he handed her the metal disk.
âOh, Harold! How nice.â She read the inscription out loud. ââHarold loves Maude.ââ
Harold, somewhat embarrassed, turned and looked out to sea. Maude touched his arm, and he turned around.
âAnd Maude loves Harold,â she said softly.
He smiled, and Maude gave a happy laugh.
âOh, my!â she said. âThis is the nicest present Iâve received in years.â She kissed it and tossed it into the ocean. Harold watched it go in disbelief.
âBut â¦â he said.
âNow,â explained Maude, âIâll always know where it is.â
Harold swallowed. âOkay,â he said, and smiled.
âCome on,â said Maude. âLetâs try the roller coaster.â
And hand in hand they walked back along the pier to the dazzle of the carnival on the boardwalk.
B ACK AT HER PLACE , Harold lit a fire while Maude prepared her chrysanthemum cordial in the kitchen (a pound of chrysanthemums, water, sugar, lemon peel, nutmeg, and a pint of quality brandy).
âItâs delicious,â said Harold.
âOh, I love cooking with flowers,â said Maude. âItâs so Shakespearean.â
She turned on the radio in the bookcase. âI thinkthereâs a Chopin concert on FM tonight. Yes. There we are.â
The delicate sounds of a nocturne flowed out into the room.
âDo you like Chopin, Harold?â
âVery much.â
Maude sat on the piano stool and sipped her cordial. âSo do I,â she said. âSo do I.â
Harold walked over to her and leaned on the piano. He looked at the empty frames.
âWhy are there no photographs in these frames?â he asked.
âI took them out.â
âWhy did you do that?â
âThey mocked me. They were representations of people I dearly loved, yet they knew these people were gradually fading from me and that, in time, all I would have left would be vague feelingsâbut sharp photographs. So I tossed them out. My memory fades, I know. But I prefer pictures made by me, with feeling, and not by Kodak with silver nitrate.â
Harold smiled. âIâll never forget you, Maude,â he said. âBut I would like a photograph of you.â
Maude laughed. âWell, let me see.â
She put down her glass and went into the bedroom. By the closet with the musical instruments stood an old sea chest.
âBring over the candelabra,â said Maude, kneelingdown, âand weâll get some light on this. Howâs the banjo coming?â
âJust fine,â said Harold, taking the branched candlestick from the bedside and bringing it over to Maude. âIâm going to surprise you tomorrow night.â
âMy, my.â She chuckled, opening the chest. âItâs going to be quite a birthday celebration. Iâm certainly looking forward to it.â
She shuffled through old papers, bundles of letters, and well-worn manila envelopes. âItâs in here somewhere,â she said.
âThese candles smell nice,â said Harold, standing over her. âWhat is that incense? Sandalwood?â
âYak musk,â said Maude. âBut I donât think they call it that commercially. Itâs âFragrance of the Himalayas,â or something. âThe Dalai Lamaâs Delight.â I suppose thatâs nicer.â
âItâs more romantic.â
âPay dirt!â cried Maude, holding up a large envelope and closing the trunk. âI think itâs in here.â
She got up and sat on the canopied bed. Harold put down the candelabra and sat beside her. She opened the envelope. âYes. Here it is,â she said. âMy American visa.â
She peeled the photograph off the document and handed it to Harold. âOn short
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