and people from Joelleâs church. Stephanie emerged from the farmhouse to greet an older couple that Dean didnât immediately recognize from a distance. Their white-gray hair was cut in similarly short styles and they were dressed somewhat formally in khaki and white, as if they were on safari.
âIs that the Shanks?â Dean said. Even though Stephanie had been spending a lot of time with her grandparents, Dean rarely socialized with them. They usually didnât come to Willowboro. Instead, Stephanie drove to Frederick or Baltimore to meet them. They had stores in both cities and lived outside Baltimore.
âI told Joelle not to invite them but she insisted,â Geneva said. âIâve never understood those people. The way they left Nic high and dry after Sam passed on. I think they blamed her. Like he wouldnât have gotten sick if heâd married someone else.â
âThat was a long time ago,â Dean said. âThey probably just needed someone to blame.â
âArenât you forgiving.â
âThey got Stephanie into a good college.â Dean wasnât in the mood to hate the Shanks. He got up out of his chair. âIâm going to see if the boys are in the barn.â
âYou are avoiding the Shanks,â Geneva said, pointing a finger. âThe Shanks and Joelle.â
He was avoiding everyone. He didnât know what to say about his life anymore. He patted his front pocket, where heâd placed the napkin Laura had given him. Sheâd written down her number and handed it to him at the end of their conversation about physical therapy (for her boyfriend, who seemed perfectly healthy). She said to call her if he ever needed someone to talk to. And then she said she was sorry she hadnât gotten in touch after Nicole died, that she didnât know right away, and then when she did know, she didnât know if she should contact him, because what could she say, she hadnât even known Nicole, and anyway it wasnât as if theyâd ever had that kind of friendship, the kind that entailed phone calls, and then she had blushed and said again that she was sorry, really so sorry, and Dean had finally interrupted and said it was okay, because it was; in fact, it was a relief to know that she still thought about him, and even more of a relief to know that she wanted to talk to him.
The gravel driveway that led from the farmhouse to the barn and down to the fields was flecked with sharp bits of hay. Dean picked one up and stuck it behind his ear, knowing it would make the boys laugh. But when he got to the barn, there was no sign of them. He stood in the darkened, cool space, savoring the dusklike feeling. Sunlight filtered in where the door was ajar, sending a stripe of gold across the beams. He became aware of the sadness inside him, an ancient, placeless feeling, and at the same time he felt marvelously alive. It had something to do with the smell of the barn, of the hay and the animals that slept there at night. It reminded him of his childhood and of his father, of the sweet through line connecting him to his past and extending to some unknown point in the future.
Dean heard someone behind him and turned to see Joelle standing in the doorway. Her jeweled tunic was even more out of place in the barnâs soft light.
âIâm just trying to find my girls.â She began to head back outside.
âWait, Joelle, I wanted to ask you something.â
âIf youâre wondering about the Shanks, Stephanieâs the one who wanted to invite them, not me.â
âI donât mind the Shanks.â He wanted to say something conciliatory, something to bridgeâor at least start to bridgeâthe divide that separated them. But now that he was face-to-face with his wifeâs younger sister, he could only think of how old and set in her ways she seemed. There was a hardness to her, a toughness. Maybe that was why Nicole
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