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Lupe was last, because she lived the farthest, in New Hampshire, in a mountain hamlet called Jackson. Outside a yellow painted storage shed, she sat in a wooden chair planted next to her front door. In the window box under her one white window bloomed purple nasturtiums. âI planted those for her,â Chloe said. Lupe, shriveled like a bald bird in water, gummed a smile and waved. She was white from top to bottom, white hair, white shirt, white bracelets, white pants, white socks, white shoes. As usual, she wore most of her jewelry. If not all her jewelry. Three necklaces, a cross, a dozen jangling bracelets on each wrist, and rings on every finger. When she waved to Chloe and Blake, she trilled like a wind chime.
âAnd who izh thish?â she said, as if she didnât have her dentures in.
âItâs Masonâs brother, Blake, Lupe.â
While Lupe was vigorously shaking Blakeâs hand and appraising him, Chloe pulled out Lupeâs lunch, the last one in the hot box, and stepped inside the womanâs one-room house to get a tray and some silverware. Though who was Chloe to tease Lupe about the size of her habitat?
âBlake came with me because heâs entering a story contest.â She set the food on a tray in the old womanâs lap. âThe Acadia Award for Short Fiction. I told him about your box of jewelry.â Chloe poured Lupe some ice tea and put a napkin near her elbow.
âAnd what, he wants it?â
âNo, no.â Blake looked mortified. How amusing!
âYoung man, Iâm joking. Instead of looking for my jewelry, you should find yourself a sense of humor. It would come in more handy.â
âUm, yes, maâam.â
âWhereâs your brother today?â
âAt practice.â
âBlake is Hannahâs boyfriend,â Chloe said.
The old woman studied Blake intently as she ate. The fork trembled in her shaking hands.
Blake smiled. âI know. Sheâs too good for me, Lupe.â
âThatâs not quite what I was thinking.â
Chloe pulled on Blakeâs denim sleeve, and the two of them perched on a nearby bench and kept the woman company while she finished her lunch.
âHas your mother agreed to let you go yet?â Lupe asked.
Chloe shook her head, keeping mum on Moodyâs imminent visit.
âShe will, though, donât you think?â Blake said. âI keep telling her.â
Lupe shrugged. âThe odds are about even. Donât count on it, but donât discount it. Iâve met mothers before. I was one myself until my sons got too wise for my help. Mothers can be an unpredictable bunch.â She took a swig of her ice tea, shielding her eyes from the sun. âLet me ask you,â she said to Blake after he offered her a peek at his journal. âYou say you want to go to Barcelona for research.â
âThatâs right, maâam.â And to Chloe, out of the corner of his mouth, added, âAnd for other things.â
âCall me Lupe. But canât the answer youâre looking for be found right here in New Hampshire and Maine?â
âI donât think so.â
âSure it can. Answers are found everywhere. And in anything. You just have to know where to look.â
âBarcelona will make for a far more interesting story, donât you agree? Rather than writing about boring old North Conway.â North Conway, the biggest town in two counties, was a two-mile stretch of a straight rural highway. Fifteen traffic lights and Applebeeâs dueling it out with Burger King. Pizza Hut against KFC, Baskin-Robbins against Carvel. There were one or two antiques shops, an outlet mall, an L.L.Bean, and gas stations. That was the town. And China Chef, of course,purveyor of hot-and-sour soup that Hannah supposedly placed on peopleâs tables. How do you find the answer in a town like that?
Lupe insisted. âYou can. Iâm telling you.
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