abruptly stopped sobbing.
âNan!â she cried, throwing her head back, flattening both hands against the wall, all the tragedy of the ages in her anguished voice.
There was then a long silence in which Lucy felt her throat thickening, daring not to look at the small woman in the bed for fear sheâd see more of that ghastly polite tolerance. Lucy began to sob again, now in a harsh and ugly way, no longer caring about how the line of her throat looked as she thrust her head back, nor about her harsh tone of voice.
âBut, Lucy, my poor dear Lucy, please do tell me whatâs wrong, wonât you?â Nan asked. âDonât cry like that. Come and sit here beside me.â
Lucy weaved blindly toward the low bed and sank down upon its edge, mopping at her eyes with the wet hankie. She sighed in a noisy, wavering way. Never had she been this miserable.
âOh, Nan,â Lucy asked. âWhat has happened to you?â
Nan looked at her with obvious surprise, then glanced toward the open window, as she stared at the lake over the tops of the apple trees. âTim and Sara are still down there, Lucy, and they can hear you.â Nan didnât look at her.
âOf course,â Lucy said, âhow typical, Nan Garten, always thinking of what other will think of you ! They canât hear us, they only listen to themselves. Do you ever really consider me? How can you act this way, how can you be so weak?â She mopped her streaming eyes, waved the sodden hankie. âItâs soaked,â she said. âI cried all night!â
Nanâs face was guileless, as she asked, âWould you like one of mine?â
âNo, this is all right. Iâll try not to make such a fool of myself, an old fool, but if you knew what Iâve been going through as Iâve watched you change this summer. Itâs a terrible change, Nan. And itâs not just being so uncomfortable and being forced to live in this questionable atmosphere, with its irregular hours and slipshod meals thatâs exhausted me so. Itâs that Iâve had to sit helplessly by as youâve allowed yourself to be cheapened. You know how Iâve always revered you and . . .â
âLucy!â Nanâs voice was now full of gentle ridicule.
âDonât laugh at me! Yes, Iâve revered you as the finest, purest woman Iâve ever known. Your manners, the way you carry yourself, the manner in which you speak, and now listen to you!â Lucy groaned, now twisting her hand in desperation.
âListen to what, Lucy?â Nan asked. âI really think youâre exaggerating. You do know, donât you, that I love you just as I always have and . . .â
âDonât change the subject!â Lucy said harshly. âI heard you out there on the balcony talking to those two. I heard what you called Timothy and can tell you, Nan Garten, that the very fact that youâd let such a word cross your lips is as horrible to me as poison !â
Lucy, tired suddenly, stopped. What was the use of fighting for her love? She felt again what sheâd often felt that summer, that Nan was now lost to her, that never again would she be with her darling as theyâd been that wonderful winter after the death of Nanâs husband, when it was only the two of them and they were so happy together in the little studio in the woods.
âIâm an old fool,â Lucy mumbled. âForget it. Forget all Iâve said.â
Lucy stood at the door stiffly. In her heart, however, she was still crying, screaming in fact like a wounded animal, begging in her mind for Nan to love her, for her to take her back, for her to be the beautiful gracious fairy creature of those other blissful days. Nan, she whimpered in her heart, Iâm old and ugly and I hate all the world but you, youâre my darling. Take me back, feed me with your beauty, comfort me with your gifts. Feed me, Iâm so
Laura Bradford
Lee Savino
Karen Kincy
Kim Richardson
Starling Lawrence
Janette Oke
Eva Ibbotson
Bianca Zander
Natalie Wild
Melanie Shawn