It won't do you much good. Peter watched him and stroked his beard. He almost wished the boy luck. Almost. She called me from the airport just before you got here this morning.
Once again Michael looked shocked. Now what? Where was she going?
For a long moment Peter Gregson hesitated. He didn't have to tell him anything. He didn't have to' She was going to Boston.
Michael looked at him for one moment, and a shadow of a smile flitted through his eyes as he dashed for the door. He stopped, glanced back, and saluted Peter with a full-blown smile. Thank you.
Chapter 32
She was up at dawn. Awake, alive. She felt better than she had in years. She was almost free now. In a few hours she would be. As though that childish promise had held her for all this time. And only because she had let it. Its only power had been the power she had given it.
She didn't even bother with breakfast. She only drank two cups of coffee, and got into the rented car. She could be there in two hours, by ten o'clock. Back at the hotel at noon. She could catch a plane back to San Francisco and be home by late afternoon. She might even be able to pick up Peter at the office and surprise him. Poor man, he had been so patient about the trip.
She found herself thinking about him as she drove along, wishing she had given him more, wishing she had been able to. Maybe after today that would change too. Or was it that ' she didn't even let herself finish the question. Of course, she loved him. That wasn't the point.
She drove through the New England countryside, barely noticing anything she passed. The landscape was still gray and dark; the new leaves had not yet emerged. It was as though the countryside too had lain buried for two years. It was nine thirty when she passed Revere Beach, where the fair had been, and she felt a little jolt in her heart when she recognized the place. She followed an old road which wandered along the coast, and then she came to a stop, and got out of the car. She was stiff, but not tired. She was exhilarated, and nervous. She had to do this' had to' she could already see the tree from where she stood. She stood staring at it for a long time, as though it held all the secrets, knew her story too well, as though it had waited for her return. She walked slowly toward it, as though going to meet an old friend. But it was no longer a friend. Like everything and everyone she had once loved, it was a stranger. It was just another marker on Nancy McAllister's grave.
She stopped when she reached it, and then walked the last steps across the sand to the rock. It was still there. It hadn't moved. Nothing had. Only she and Michael had moved, in opposite directions and to different worlds. She stood there for a very long time, as though trying to summon the strength and the courage to do it. And at last she bent down and began to push. The rock moved after a few moments, and quickly, with a stick, she dug under it for what she sought. But there was nothing there. She dropped the rock, breathless, and then with fresh strength, she pushed it again, until this time she could see that they were gone. Someone had already taken the beads. She let the rock slip back into place just as she heard his voice.
You can't have them. They belong to someone else. To someone I loved. To someone I never forgot. There were tears in Michael's eyes as he spoke to her. He had waited half the night for her to come. It had taken a chartered jet to get him there before she arrived. But he would have flown on his own wings if he had had to. He held out a hand now, and she saw the beads, still caked with the sand from under the rock. Her own eyes filled with tears when she saw them. I promised never to say good-bye. I never did. His eyes never left hers as he stood there.
You never tried to find me.
They told me you were dead.
I promised never to see you again if ' if they gave me a new face. I promised because I knew you'd find me. And then' you didn't.
I would have, if I'd known. Do you remember your promise to me?
She closed her eyes and spoke solemnly, like a child, and for the first time in a long time, it was the voice of Nancy McAllister, the voice he had loved, not the smooth new one she had learned. I promise never to forget what lies buried here. Or what it stands for.
Did you forget? The tears were sliding slowly from his eyes now. He was thinking of Gregson, and of the two years that had passed.
But she shook her head. No. But I tried very hard to.
Are you willing to remember now? Nancy, will you But then he couldn't speak. He only walked toward her and took her very tightly into his arms. Oh God, Nancy, I love you. I always have. I thought I would die when you did ' when I thought you had. I died the moment they told me.
But she was crying too hard to speak, remembering the endless days and months and years of waiting foe him, and then giving up hope. She held tightly to him, like a child to a doll, as though she would never let go. And at last she caught her breath and smiled. Darling, I love you, too. I always thought you'd find me.
Nancy ' Marie ' whatever the hell your name is They both laughed like children through their tears. Will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife? This time like civilized people, at a wedding, with everyone there, and music and He was thinking of his mother's wedding only a few weeks before. It was odd how totally free of anger he was. He should have hated his mother for what she had done. Instead, he wanted to forgive. He had Nancy back now. That was all he cared about. He smiled down at her in his arms, thinking of their wedding. But she was shaking her head, and he thought his heart would stop.
Do we really have to wait that long? Do all that stuff about music and people and
Are you suggesting He didn't even dare say it, but she nodded in his arms.
Yes. Why not? Now. I don't want to wait again. I couldn't bear it. Every moment I'd be afraid that something would happen again. Maybe this time to you.
He nodded silently, and held her tight as the surf roared in softly and the pale eastern sun peeked through the clouds. He understood.
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