The Castaways

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quitting altogether. She could see their point. They would wean her off a little at a time, the way one treated frostbite. You warm the feet gradually by rubbing, and the blood returns, the tissue pinkens and comes back to life. This was how it would work with Phoebe. She would go off the drugs and things would come back into focus. She would get an appetite back, she would return to the gym, she would take on a small consulting project or agree to chair a brunch for donors to the Atheneum, she would agree to take tennis lessons with Delilah, she would shop for a dress or a belt, she would be able to watch TV, make love to her husband, bite into a peach, take a swim on a hot day, read a magazine—and enjoy it.
    Life is out there waiting for you,
Addison said, with Dr. Field nodding beside him. Addison sounded like a TV evangelist, a motivational speaker with a best-selling book. Phoebe understood that Addison was right. Life
was
waiting for her, she could see it through the clear walls of her box. But she didn’t want to give up the drugs. The drugs were Phoebe’s life support, they were the bubble wrap that kept her from breaking. Reed was dead, he was never coming back; she would
never see him again
. Even now, eight years later, that fact took her breath away. It was the vertigo. She was falling!
    Life was out there waiting for Phoebe, but it was not waiting for Reed, and therefore Phoebe would not, could not, take advantage of it. This seemed childish to the rest of the world, but that was because the rest of the world did not understand what it was like to have a twin like Reed.
    Phoebe remained locked in her museum case.
    Labeled “Twin sister of September 11 victim.”
----

    Phoebe lay against Delilah, absorbing her sadness. Delilah was rocking and rolling with it; she was hot and heaving. Her grief was pornographic. She was showing Phoebe the raw, pink, gaping, oozing parts of herself.
    Tess and Greg were dead. Phoebe had taken four Ativans between the time Sophie had told her the news and the time she reached the Galley to tell Addison. The drugs were clothing her now, covering her like a protective suit. The fascinating thing had been her exhibition in the restaurant parking lot. She had emoted like a regular person—screaming, yelling, crying.
    She had been convincing, even to herself.

THE CHIEF
    T he call from Danny Browne, the medical examiner, came while the Chief was standing behind Finn at the mirror, doing his necktie.
    The funeral was in an hour.
    Andrea was with Chloe, upstairs. The hair dryer was droning, Andrea wouldn’t have heard the phone, and so the Chief answered the call—leaving Finn’s tie dangling—despite the fact that Andrea would have said, “Now is
not
the time, Ed.”
    He had to know.
    “You’re not going to believe this,” Danny Browne said.
    Which was not what the Chief wanted to hear. He had been hoping for a glass of cold water, clean and transparent. He didn’t want murkiness, he didn’t want a goddamn detective story, he didn’t want something he wasn’t going to believe.
    And yet he’d had a feeling. Two people trapped under a boat, unable to grapple for the edges or swim until they were free of it?
    “His blood alcohol was at .09. Hers was at .06—but she was on other junk.”
    “Other junk?”
    “Opiates. Your normal cause for finding opiates of this strength in the blood is heroin use.”
    Finn stood morosely at the mirror, staring into his own freckled face, which looked exactly like his mother’s, and then, noticing the Chief’s gaze, he fingered the limp tie around his neck as if wondering what to do with it.
    Now is
not
the time, Ed.
Andrea was always right.
    “Send a copy to me at the station. In a sealed envelope, please, marked ‘Confidential.’ Do you understand me?”
    “Yes,” Danny Browne said.
    “I mean it,” the Chief said. The Chief did not like to pull rank, but in this instance he had no choice.
    “No one else will see it,” Danny

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