youâd be ready to come over by now, so she made you her first pies of the season. Fresh this morning.â He sounded almost eager, and I guess he heard it too because he shrugged and said, âItâs up to you. Makes no difference to me.â
âOkay. Sounds good. Will you pick me up?â
âYeah. I gotta get Harv too. He gets worked up if he misses out on Mayâs first blueberry pie.â
âOkay.â
âWell, I guess Iâd better get a move on,â he said.
âYeah. Okay.â
But he kept hanging on to the canoe.
âSo did you find anything to bring home from your dig?â
âNo. I Suddenly I remembered what Iâd left behind. âOh no! I forgot my tape recorder and my sketchbook and ... andÂ
âWhere?â
âOn the island. I canât go back,â I cried. âIâve gotta go back. Oh no!â
âYou sound like your tape recorder got stuck in rewind,â he laughed.
âI left everything ... you know ... when I saw ... it was ... Iâve got to get my stuff. What if it rains? No, Iâll leave it. But I canât.â I felt like pulling my hair out. I began to backpaddle away but he held on.
âDid something scare you off the island? Is that it?â
âIâve got to get back,â I said, poking at the edge of his boat with my paddle. âLet go! Iâve got to ââ
Still he hung on. âIâll take you. Weâve drifted halfway down the lake. Youâll have a heck of a time paddling into this wind.â
âI can do it. Iâve done it all my life. I know how to get around in a canoe, even if I am a dumb city person,â I snapped. âLet go, okay? Just let go.â
âHave it your way. Just wanted to help,â he snapped back. âYouâre running a close neck-and-neck race with Evan for pill of the year. I donât know why I bother with you.â
He let go of the canoe and gave it a little push. A gust of wind turned me around on a dime. I chewed my lip and stared at the now distant island. I couldnât do it alone.
Chapter Twenty
âALEX?â
âYeah?â
âIf you have time, I guess Iâd like that tow to the island.â I had to shout the last part as the wind carried me along.
âI got time, I guess. City slicker.â
He pulled close and we grinned at each other. I climbed into the boat while he tied the Beetleâs rope to the oarlock. The island was bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight. I sat on the tip of the bow, my feet dragging in the water, while he rowed. When we reached the island, I stuck my foot out to keep the boat from crunching into the landing rock, and for just a second was surprised not to see Francesâs dock. I shook my head. It was getting harder and harder to figure out what I was really seeing. Alex walked up the flat slope.
âComing?â
I stood rooted to the landing rock and nodded. In the distance I heard the sad cry of a loon. Alex walked back and stood in front of me. His long fingers wrapped around my chin and moved my head from side to side. I looked up.
âGood. At least youâre not catatonic. Blink,â he demanded. I blinked. âGood, good. Now open your mouth and say something.â
âWill you help me collect my stuff?â I croaked.
âGood. Voice still functioning. What did you see here? A bear?â
I shook my head.
âA snake?â
I sneered and shook my head.
âOh, yeah, I forgot. You used to collect them. Thereâs only one thing left. Persons living or dead?â
I nodded, then slumped down on the rock. He crouched beside me, arms resting on his knees.
âIs it this ghost of Timâs?â
I nodded again.
âA ghost? For real? Where?â
âI saw her at the cabin site, at the dock, on the path,â I said softly.
âWho?â
âHer. Them.â
âHer. You mean this Frances
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