“It’s so good to see you.”
“How are the girls?’’
“Just fine. They’re in school. They’ll be back soon.’’ She led him inside and gave him a tour of the house. He sat at a kitchen table and explained his situation while she made tea. Francesca didn’t say anything until he finished.
“Jacky called me after your housewarming. She was worried about you.’’
“I like Jacky,’’ Oliver said.
“She said Emma was a doll.’’
“Quite true,’’ Oliver said.
“Oliver, where are you staying tonight?’’
“I hadn’t got that far yet.’’ Oliver considered. “I don’t know.’’
“Well, I do,’’ Francesca said. “You’re staying right here.’’ She extended a long arm and pointed over his shoulder. Oliver turned and saw the bronze heart on a shelf, leaning against the wall. He could feel his thumb stroking the letters.
“O plus F,’’ Francesca said softly.
“O plus F,’’ he repeated, turning back.
He looked into her eyes—patient and amused, mysterious, the color of the inner heart of black walnut—and knew that he was home.
EPILOGUE
Eight years later, at this writing:
Emma speaks schoolgirl Spanish and has a half brother named Kenso.
Maria and Elena are blooming.
Oliver, Francesca, and the children go to Hawaii or to Kamakura every other year. It has been five years since they moved back to Maine. They are often seen walking on Crescent Beach, early Sunday mornings.
Jennifer is married to Bogdolf.
Jacky married a lawyer and has a stepson. They live in Maryland.
Richard O’Grady is just the same.
Mark is richer, and George is more appreciated.
Conor lives in North Carolina.
Arlen left the CPA firm. He owns and runs a bakery with Porter.
Suzanne married Harley and moved to Vermont. They have two girls and a boy.
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