she wanted to be there for me anyway.
We turned onto Halleâs street, a long unlit road in back-country Greenwich flanked by wraithlike trees springing up from the fog below.
âItâs just here, down this road. I donât understand people who live here. Itâs sort of . . .â
âCreepy?â
âYeah. But then, Connecticut. Who actually wants to
be
here?â
âI didnât know you felt that way.â
âItâs fine, I guess, but itâs not the real world. I canât wait to move to the city. Once I get outta here, Iâm never coming back. What about you? Where would you live if you could live anywhere in the world?â
We turned into a long driveway unspooling before us forwhat felt like miles. We were almost there, and yet I wanted to stay in this car and talk to him all night.
âI donât know . . . Paris, maybe. Or Rome.â
âYup, cosmopolitan Tara. Not like us country bumpkins.â
I laughed. âYouâre hardly a country bumpkin.â
âI bet youâre going to go do really cool things when you grow up,â he said.
âI donât know . . .â I was getting self-conscious and felt the need to turn the conversation on him. âWhat do you want to do when you grow up?â
âAll this Terra Nova stuff . . . it kind of makes me want to be a scientist.â
âMy dad wanted to be a scientist,â I blurted out.
âWhat kind?â
âHe wanted to be a physicist . . .â I said quietly. Just saying it aloud, something I had never done in front of a stranger, felt like a betrayal. It was an admission that my father had failed in some way. He had failed to achieve his dream, and so what sort of example could he set for me? Maybe my mother was rightâshe was leaving and going to California because my father had given up on his dreamâhe
had
failed. And because she wanted to talk to her dead parents. But mostly, probably, I thought she wanted to get away from us.
âHe must be really into all this Terra Nova stuff.â
I was quiet for a moment. I thought about that other Tara. Was she sitting in Nickâs car right now too? Was she amazed at the fact that she had been invited to a party at Halle Lightfootâs house? The bigger question was, how was she different fromme? Was she smarter, more comfortable in her skin? Did she know to throw back a flirty retort when Nick Osterman called her pretty?
And what about that other version of my father? Was he a physicist on Terra Nova? Did he decide to stick it out in graduate school, even if it was hard and he didnât know how he would support his family? On Terra Nova, was the other version of my mother running away to California?
I pondered these things until Halleâs house came into view, making me inadvertently gasp. It was a white three-story plantation-style colonial extending out in various wings. Tall columns reached up to touch the roofline, and the windows of the house were all lit. Hundred-year-old oak trees dotted the rolling greens that spanned every direction, and the hedges were meticulously trimmed into inorganic shapes.
Nick pulled into the gravel drive, parking his car alongside a black Range Rover.
âLooks like Veronicaâs already here,â he said, turning off the ignition. I simply sat for a moment, looking at the awe-inspiring structure before me.
âItâs just Halle and her parents, right? Sheâs an only child, right?â
âYeah, and their two dogsâChristine Lagarde and, well, Mario. Mario Draghi was the one who . . .â
Despite the memory of what had happened earlier that week, I couldnât help but cut him off. âThey named their dogs after the director of the IMF and the president of the European Central Bank?â
âSee, I didnât even know who those people were when she told me.â
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