She didn’t want Finch here. But for now it was the only choice. He couldn’t be cared for at home as yet, that much was clear.
She followed the administrator to the office to fill out more paperwork.
“Does he have a health-care proxy?” the admitting nurse asked.
“I don’t think so,” Zee said.
“Does he have a wife?”
“She’s deceased.”
“Any other children?”
“Just me,” she said.
“What about a DNR?”
“A Do Not Resuscitate form?” Zee asked.
The nurse nodded.
“I don’t know.”
“If he doesn’t have a health-care proxy, he probably doesn’t have a DNR.”
She thought about Finch’s skills as organizer. He had a tendency to let things slide.
“Probably not,” she said.
“It’s a good thing to have,” the nurse said. “In cases like this. You can’t do anything until the doctor declares him mentally incompetent, though. After that you can probably sign a DNR for him.”
Zee thought about the AMTS test they had just taken. Finch had been able to pass about a third of it before. This time he hadn’t been able to answer a single question.
“I plan to bring him home when he’s better,” Zee said.
The nurse looked doubtful but didn’t comment.
ZEE DECIDED TO KEEP JESSINA on even after Finch left the house. Sometimes she asked her to go to the nursing home so that Finch would have more company, and sometimes she had her work on the house, cleaning out and sorting the years of papers Finch had collected.
Over the last months, Zee had become friends with Jessina and Danny, whom she sometimes brought to work with her if they needed help cleaning or moving things around. Jessina kept baking, taking Finch cookies or cupcakes every time she went to visit, sharing the extras with the nursing staff. These days the old house on Turner Street always smelled like a bakery, which provided a comforting feeling that Zee appreciated a lot. In a way it was too bad they weren’t selling the house, Zee thought. The aroma of baking alone would have brought bidders to the table.
One day when they were cleaning out, Danny found a pile of eight-by-ten black-and-white photos under some old school papers Finch had saved. He was showing them to Jessina when Zee came into the room.
“These are beautiful,” Jessina said. “Why did he not hang them up?”
Zee looked over their shoulders at the photos. “Finch took those,” she said. There were several pictures of Zee and of Melville and many more of the House of the Seven Gables taken from the street, all with dates and descriptions. Zee couldn’t answer Jessina’s question. For some reason Finch had never displayed any of his photos.
“Look at this one,” Jessina said, holding up a picture of Maureen. “That’s your mother, yes?”
Maureen was young in the photo, early twenties if she was that. She was dressed in a stylish suit, and around her was a halo of mist. Her smile seemed so innocent and full of promise that it startled Zee.
Jessina turned the photo over. The label on the back read simply Honeymoon. Niagara Falls.
“This should definitely be in a frame and put out for everyone to see.” Jessina held it up to a shelf to indicate a possible display location.
“No,” Zee said, taking the photo.
She stared at it. Though she had always known that Maureen’s stories were embellished, it shocked her to think that her mother had lied about her honeymoon. Maureen had looked so happy in the photograph that it seemed odd she would have bothered to create a whole fantasy around Baker’s Island. Had Finch been telling the truth when he said he’d never been there? Zee had dismissed his statement as part of his dementia, but now she was inclined to believe him.
In a flash, Zee realized the real reason she kept getting Maureen and Lilly mixed up. It wasn’t that they were both bipolar. It wasn’t even that they had both committed suicide. It was something else that they had in common, and it had nothing to do with their illnesses. Mattei’s old adage came to Zee’s mind now: Everybody lies. Maureen and Lilly had both lied to Zee. That was no big surprise. But it was more than that, she realized now. The lies or stories that Maureen and Lilly told were not lies they were telling Zee, they were the mythology they were creating for themselves. When they were no longer able to believe their own fairy tales, they lost all hope.
It was a huge revelation, and it explained a lot.
THAT NIGHT JESSINA AND DANNY stayed around until they were certain that Zee was all right. It surprised Zee to find that she was not only all right but that she was better than she’d been for a long while. She was understandably sad about everything that had happened that summer. But something had changed inside her when she saw the happy picture of Maureen. Something had lifted.
“I’m okay,” she said to Jessina. “I really am.”
MATTEI AND RHONDA WERE GETTING married on the Sunday of the long Labor Day weekend. As fate would have it, Sunday was both the last day of August and Zee’s birthday, and somehow she had let this slip to Jessina, who was busy at work making her a birthday cake when Zee had to leave to meet Melville.
“I’ll put it on the table when I go,” Jessina said. “It’s chocolate with white vanilla frosting,” she said. “Your favorite.”
“Sounds delicious,” Zee said. “Thank you.”
Zee had to leave earlier than Jessina had planned. Melville made her promise to meet him for an early birthday dinner at Finz before she caught the ferry into Boston for the wedding. Though there would be dinner at the wedding, she agreed to meet. She needed to talk to him about Finch’s advance directives.
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STAR ISLAND WAS CROWDED with spectators. Many had come in their own boats to watch the tall ships sail in, and even more had come by ferry for the festivities on the island.
After the Friendship was anchored and her sails finally lowered, Hawk went onto the island with the rest of the crew.
He followed Josh through the crowds, past the encampment where the pirates had spent the last three days without breaking character. A wench in a low-cut top smiled at Hawk and asked if he’d like some grog. He smiled a weak smile and kept walking.
“Oh, man,” Josh said. “You’ve got it bad. That wench was a fox.”
They grabbed two beers at the concession stand.
“Come on,” Josh said, spotting a tent at the far end of a line of buildings. “This is the one I was looking for.”
The tent was hot and crowded. Inside, people sat cross-legged on the grass as a tag team of sailor storytellers engaged in a game of one-upmanship. Right now they were trading sailing superstitions.
“Never sail on a Friday,” one of the sailors offered.
“Hey, we all sailed up here on Friday,” Josh said aloud as he and Hawk sat down.
“A very bad omen,” the host said, and the crowd laughed.
“Never bring a woman on board,” another sailor declared.
“For any number of reasons,” someone else said.
“Never allow a preacher on board,” the first sailor said.
“I would have thought a preacher would be good luck,” the host said.
There was a loud chorus of noes.
“It annoys the devil.”
“You don’t want to do anything to get him too riled.”
“The preacher or the devil?” the host asked, to more laughter.
“The preacher if you’re on land, the devil out at sea.”
One of the sailors stood up and took off his shirt to reveal a cross tattooed on each arm. “This’ll keep you safe,” he said. “But only if you have it on all four limbs.” He started to drop his pants.
Howls of protest rose from the audience. “For God’s sake!” one of the mothers yelled. “There are children present.”
The sailor shrugged and sat back down.
“I take sand on the ship with me,” another sailor said. “To throw at
the devil. Like Ahab did.”
“Which worked so well for him,” the host said.
“You can’t say the word ‘pig’ once you’re on board the ship,” another sailor offered. “It’s very bad luck.”
“But if you tattoo a pig on your knee before you get on the ship, it’s good luck.”
The host looked at his watch. “It’s four o’clock,” he said. “We should switch to the storytelling competition, since the ferry’s coming at six.”
“That’s what I came to hear,” Josh said to Hawk.
Two of the more talkative sailors in the group spoke first, recounting stories about the wrecks that had taken place in these waters. The first was the story of a ship called the City of Columbus, which had run aground on a reef off Martha’s Vineyard aptly named the Devil’s Bridge. The ship carried an interesting group of passengers, mostly invalids trying to head south in an effort to escape the harsh winter of 1884. The captain’s attempt to free his ship from the reef only put the craft in more peril, and a rogue wave swept most of the women and children from the deck into the ice-filled waters, where they died almost immediately. The rescue of the remaining passengers was performed by a group of Wampanoag Indians. Unable to get close enough to the ship, they urged the passengers to jump into the frigid waters, and the Indians picked up what survivors they could.
The second story was a more local one that had happened very close by, where the wreck of a Spanish ship had become an early grave for fourteen unfortunate sailors. That wreck took place in the group of islands they were on now, between the two isles of Malaga and Smuttynose.
The minute that Smuttynose was mentioned, another storyteller was on deck waiting to tell the story about the famous ax murders that had happened there back in the late 1800s. Two women were murdered on the island while a third escaped into the rocks, where she hid until morning. The event had inspired a number of books, including Anita Shreve’s The Weight of Water. Today the grisly details of the murders elicited a shudder among the crowd and another warning that there were children present. The storyteller then switched to describing the worn thole pins found in a stolen dory, which became part of the evidence that convicted the killer.
“What are thole pins?” someone in the crowd asked.
“Oarlocks,” the host said.
“More or less,” the storyteller said. “They were usually wooden in some of the older ships.”
“Oarlocks,” the host said again.
“Yes, but made of wood,” the storyteller said. “Kind of like two dowels,” he said. “The man who owned the dory that the killer stole had just replaced them. The fact that they were worn out was evidence that someone had rowed a very long distance.”
One story led into another, and soon a member of the crew of the Friendship was next up. “I have a story about thole pins, or oarlocks or whatever you want to call them, and mine happened earlier than the one on Smuttynose, but worn thole pins were the primary evidence in that case, too.”
Hawk listened as the sailor told the story of the house on Turner Street and of Zylphia and her sailor, a story he’d never heard before.
“That’s your ex-girlfriend’s house he’s talking about,” Josh whispered.
When the sailor detailed the part about the young sailor climbing the side of the house on Turner Street to make love to Zylphia on the widow’s walk, Hawk stood up.
“You okay?” Josh asked.
Hawk didn’t speak, but he listened to the rest of the story, about the beatings from the captain and how it was believed that Zylphia and her Haitian housekeeper had poisoned him, how Zylphia had made her escape, the worn oarlocks on the stolen dory found on the Miseries becoming the evidence that she’d gotten away. The lovers had simply and very mysteriously vanished, leaving behind only the dory with its worn thole pins.
The women in the front row loved the story, which led to teasing from the sailors. “It’s so romantic,” one of the women said, putting a hand to her heart.
“Remind me not to go out with you,” the host said.
“You can go out with her,” her friend said. “Just don’t marry her.”
“Fair enough.”
Hawk was standing now, a nervous feeling overtaking him. He didn’t find the story romantic—he found it brutal and horrifying. His mind wandered to Roy and what he’d done to Lilly. And how there hadn’t been anything he could do to stop it. And then he thought about Zee, had been thinking about her all along, really.
Roy had recently moved to New Hampshire. Not to this part of New Hampshire, but a couple of hours from here on the other side of the state. Hawk had made sure Roy was long gone before he left town. He couldn’t do much for Zee, but he could do that.
Still, he didn’t feel better. He was very agitated. It was hot in here. He needed to get some air.
Josh caught up with him outside. “I thought everyone knew that story,” he said.
“I didn’t,” Hawk said.
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SIGN THE DNR IF they let you,” Melville said to her. “But I’m not certain that a doctor can declare him incompetent. I think you might have to go to court to do that.”
“It sounds as if you’ve looked into this,” she said.
“I thought it might come to this, yes.”
Zee kicked herself for bringing it up. “I don’t want to sign a DNR.”
“But it’s what he would want.”
“If he wants it so much, why didn’t you have him appoint you as his health-care proxy?” she said.
“Probably for the same reason that we didn’t make marriage plans,” Melville said. “We always thought we had time.”
“I’m sorry,” Zee said. “I wish you had gotten married.” She thought about the wedding she was going to tonight, and how lucky Mattei and Rhonda were by comparison.
“Let’s change the subject,” Melville said finally. “Happy birthday.” He held up his glass and toasted her. She smiled.
“Virgo,” he said. “Very neat and organized. Great at detail work. Observant. Picky. You can think a thing to death. The phrase ‘analysis paralysis’ comes to mind.”
“You’re quite the little astrologer,” she said.
“Happy birthday,” he said again. “To better things in the year to come.”
She looked up in time to see Mickey and Ann walk into the bar. Mickey held a chair for Ann, and she sat down. Melville and Zee exchanged looks.
“Is that a date?” Zee was amazed.
“It sure as hell looks like one,” Melville said.
“I don’t believe it.”
JESSINA SEARCHED THE CABINETS FOR cake decorations. She had used most of the colored sugar on the Fourth of July cookies. Now she found some green shamrocks, which she rejected, and some heart confetti, which would be perfect to scatter lightly about. But she needed something more. Climbing up on a kitchen chair, she looked deep into the baking cabinet and spotted the amber bottle with the silver dragées. The little silver balls would be perfect, she thought.
She placed them around the perimeter of the cake, spaced every inch or so. Then, with enough left, she spelled out HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZEE in the middle. When she was finished, she covered her creation in plastic wrap, using toothpicks to hold the wrap away from the frosting.
She cleared everything off the lazy Susan and placed the cake in the middle, spinning it just enough so that the birthday message would be clear to Zee the minute she walked into the kitchen.
ZEE LOOKED AT HER WATCH while Melville signed the check.
“Thank you for dinner,” she said.
“Are you going to be okay at that wedding all by yourself?” he asked. “I could go with you if you have time for me to run back and change into a suit.”
“I’ll be fine,” she said. “But thanks.”
They stopped by the bar on the way out to say hello to Ann and Mickey.
The bar was packed with diners waiting for tables and a preppy-looking group of sailing types. Some guys turned to check
out Zee as she passed.
“So what are you two up to?” Zee asked Ann and Mickey.
“Don’t ask,” Ann said.
Mickey smiled widely and stood to offer Zee his seat.
“We’re just heading out,” Melville said.
“Mattei and Rhonda are getting married tonight,” Zee said.
“Oh, I forgot about that,” Ann said. “Should be fun.”
“My boss,” Zee said to Mickey by way of explanation. Then, knowing Mickey’s feelings on the subject, she added. “And her girlfriend.”
Everyone waited for Mickey’s reaction. “Hey, if that’s what the good citizens of Massachusetts want, who am I to protest? I’m a progressive guy.”
Ann rolled her eyes. “Sure you are,” she said.
Two seats at the bar opened up, and a young man who had been eyeing Zee found the courage to walk over.
“Hey, we’ve got seats,” the guy said. “If you and your father want to join us for a drink.”
Zee smiled and declined.
“You and your father,” Mickey said to Melville. “That idiot. How did he know you weren’t her date?”
He was being genuine, but it didn’t come off that way. “Older man, younger woman, it happens all the time.” He smiled at Ann.
It was funny, Ann thought, regarding Zee and Melville, how much alike they looked. Ann was surprised she had never noticed it before. They could easily have been mistaken for father and daughter. In many ways Zee looked just like her mother. But if you examined the cheekbones, the eyes…
“I’ll bring the car around,” Melville said, leaving them.
“I thought you seemed a little too dressed up for this place,” Mickey said. “Happy birthday,” he added, kissing her cheek.
“Happy birthday, Hepzibah,” Ann said.
“Don’t stay out too late,” Mickey said.
Zee laughed. She kissed them both and walked to the curb.
“What?” Mickey said, noticing Ann looking at the car as Melville pulled up.
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