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  Jesse was working hard, too. These were the days when he could work eighteen hours for time and overtime, exhausted, but happy to be making serious additions to his savings account. He phoned Lexi every day, and sometimes she was able to talk, and sometimes she had to say “Sorry. Busy. Later,” and close her phone, knowing Jesse understood exactly.

  On stormy days, Jesse would come into the shop, his blond hair plastered to his handsome face, his body shrouded by a yellow rain poncho. The rain gave Lexi and Jesse their most relaxed times together. Few customers would leave the coziness of a restaurant or home to explore the shops. As the rain pattered against the windows and the wind whipped the harbor waters into dancing triangles, Oksana and Lexi and Jesse relaxed a bit to compare notes on their days. Much of the talk was about the complications of simply driving on the island with its narrow roads and avenues built for simple Quaker carts and now congested with Hummers and the world’s most expensive SUVs. People shouted at each other at intersections. The parking lots of the grocery stores never had empty spaces, forcing customers to drive around and around and around, until they were ready to ram into another car out of sheer frustration. Aisles at grocery stores weren’t wide enough for all the carts. Clumps of tourists planted themselves on the sidewalks, forcing others to walk in the street. Horns honked. The summer days were long and hot and the tempers grew short.

  Perhaps once a week Jesse spent the night with Lexi in her apartment above the shop. They made love, or had sex, Lexi wasn’t sure which, and she didn’t want to try to figure it out, not now. She’d learned by growing up on the island never to make an important decision in July or August. No one was sane then. Anyway, it was easy, being in the now with Jesse. It was soothing. No pressure. No future. Just today.

  On the other side of the wall, she knew that Sweet Hart’s was busy, too. If Lexi ran into Clare on the street, they flashed friendly smiles, perhaps exchanged a few chatty words—“Business good?” “Fabulous.” “I know! Me too!” But Lexi sensed that Clare had raised a kind of wall around her. She clearly didn’t want to discuss Jesse, didn’t want to know about Lexi and Jesse, and for the time that was fine with Lexi. She didn’t exactly know what the hell she and Jesse were doing.

  Still, Lexi couldn’t help but be aware of the moment every morning when Clare wheeled up on her bike and opened the store. Customers with sand crusted on their ankles and sunburned noses drifted from Lexi’s shop into Clare’s and back again, and occasionally Marlene would rush into Moon Shell Beach, breathlessly begging for change for the till. Chubby Marlene and willowy Oksana gradually became friendly as they took breaks during a lull to drink an iced coffee while dangling their feet over the seawall. Soon Marlene was asking Oksana and Lexi if they wanted a sandwich because she was off to Provisions to buy lunch, and by the end of July, Marlene was bringing chocolates over every day for Lexi and Oksana. “To keep up your strength,” Marlene told them.

  Lexi never saw her brother come down the wharf and wander into Sweet Hart’s. She wasn’t surprised. The MSPCA was in another part of town, and with all the pets of the summer residents, Adam was just as insanely busy as everyone else.

  As often as possible, if the shop was quiet, Lexi would leave it in Oksana’s capable hands and stroll out to the town pier to visit Jewel. The girl still came every day to sit at the end, facing the opening of the harbor. She brought her lunch box, and she carried books in her backpack, and crayons and paper. She was such an odd, solitary child, and she always managed to bring their conversation around to her father. Lexi could mention penguins or Harry Potter and Jewel would find a way to mention her father. She didn’t mind. She liked hearing about Tristram. She liked telling Jewel that she’d known him when he was just a teenager. Jewel often asked her to talk about him, and when Lexi reminded her she’d already told her, Jewel would say, “But I want to hear it again.” It was becoming a ritual, a magic rite, a charm. Lexi pitied her a bit, but she also admired her, and thought that if they’d been the same age, they’d be close friends.

  THIRTY-FIVE

  Good grief,” Marlene whispered. “It’s the Barbie Dolls. They’ve never set foot in Sweet Hart’s in all the years you’ve owned it. You ought to change lovers more often.”

  Clare grinned. “Oh, stop it,” she told Marlene. I hope I never change lovers for the rest of my life, she thought silently.

  “Hi, Clare!”

  “Hieeee, Clareee.”

  Spring Macmillan and Amber Young, onetime high school beauties and teenage snots, giggled their way into the store.

  They were both married now, and they’d kept their looks, one brunette, the other blond, with a baby doll prettiness they accentuated with pastels and with clothes really too young for their ages.

  “Hi, Spring. Hi, Amber.” Clare nodded a silent message to Marlene to carry on rearranging a display case Clare had been working on. She was the exhibit these two had come to see.

  “I can’t believe we’ve never been in your store before, it’s so darling!” Spring cooed.

  “I’ve been meaning to come in,” Amber simpered, “but I’m always on a diet. Got to keep my girlish figure.”

  “You both look nineteen,” Clare dutifully responded.

  “So do you!” Amber cried. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking so good, Clare.”

  “Thanks.” Clare couldn’t help smiling. She knew it was true. Happiness was making her glow.

  “I think I’ll have some of those chocolate truffles.” Spring pointed, then shrieked. “Oooh! I didn’t realize they were so expensive! Well, just give me one.”

  “Would you like it in a box?” Clare asked.

  Spring glanced at Clare to see if she was being snide. “No. No, I’ll just eat it here.” She paid for the candy, then nibbled on it as she looked around the shop.

  “I’ll take some of the chocolate blueberries,” Amber decided. As Clare exchanged the pretty polka-dot bag for Amber’s money, Amber said, casually, “So, rumor has it that you and Jesse have broken off.”

  “Rumor’s right,” Clare admitted with a smile.

  The two women swarmed up to Clare. Spring asked, “And you’re dating Adam Laney?”

  “I am.”

  “Ooh, he’s really buff,” Amber said. “Lucky you.” She tilted her head, trying to look innocent. “But what about Jesse?”

  Clare knew what they wanted. They were like persistent rats who would nibble nibble nibble at her until she broke open and spilled the news. “I think Jesse’s dating Lexi. You know her new shop is just next door. You should check it out. Moon Shell Beach. It’s fabulous.”

  That threw them off kilter. She could see the cogs turning: Would Clare recommend Lexi’s shop if Lexi had stolen Jesse from her? Were Clare and Lexi still friends? Who had left whom, Jesse for Lexi or Clare for Adam? Spring and Amber were practically drooling, and it wasn’t over the chocolates. She really couldn’t blame them. Well, she was so happy these days she seemed to look at everything with a forgiving eye.

  “So, you, um, you see a lot of Lexi?” Spring couldn’t quite get up the nerve to ask if Clare was mad at Lexi for being with Jesse, if Jesse in fact was with Lexi.

  “Hard not to,” Clare responded ambiguously, “when our shops are right next door. Really, you should see the clothing she’s got in there. It’s from heaven.”

  “Oh, okay…” Spring and Amber fluttered their fingers at Clare and left.

  Clare could hear them entering Moon Shell Beach. The exact words were muffled, muted by the wall between, but their inane giggles came through. Oksana’s sultry tones floated through in reply. Clare wondered vaguely where Lexi was.

  Sometimes during a lull in business, Clare went outside to gaze at the water and catch her breath, and she would hear Lexi and Oksana talking, Lexi’s familiar voice murmuring, Oksana answering in her low tones, and then laughter would ride out into the air like music. Clare would feel jealous, and curious. What were they laughing about? She was fond of Marlene, who was
a great worker, but who never had the sense of style or the sense of humor Lexi had.

  Occasionally, on a rainy day, she caught sight of Jesse ambling down the wharf. He’d duck into Moon Shell Beach, and Oksana would cry, “Don’t drip on the merchandise!” in her sexy dominatrix voice, and soon Clare would hear all three of them laughing together.

  The weird thing was that she didn’t miss Jesse as much as she missed Lexi, yet together, they made her feel left out. When she was with Adam, she never thought of Jesse, but alone, or in her shop, she wondered whether her renewed friendship with Lexi could survive if Lexi and Jesse got serious. How would she feel if Lexi purred about Jesse’s lovemaking? How would she feel if Lexi got engaged to Jesse!? What if Jesse married Lexi? But did she want Jesse to break Lexi’s heart?

  Bonnie Frost strode into Sweet Hart’s, little Frankie bobbing along in a back carrier.

  “Oh, what a cutie pie!” Clare came around the counter to stroke the baby’s velvet cheek. “How are you, Bonnie?”

  “I’m fine.” Bonnie looked frazzled but lovely. “Actually, it’s your friend I wanted to see.”

  “My friend?”

  Bonnie strode across the room to stand at the window looking out at the harbor. “Lexi. There. There she is with Jewel. I want you to stop her, Clare.”

  Clare joined Bonnie looking across the blue expanse of water. At the end of the pier sat Jewel, and Lexi sat next to her. Their heads were bent together.

  Bonnie said, “Lexi gave Jewel a bead kit. They’re making some kind of bracelet.”

  “Well, what’s wrong with that, Bonnie?”

  “What’s wrong is that Lexi’s encouraging my daughter to have false hope!” Tears suddenly glittered in Bonnie’s eyes. “Jewel will have a hard enough time dealing with Tris’s loss without Lexi building up her expectations! For God’s sake, parts of his boat washed up in Maine! Jewel has to face the truth!”

  “I doubt that Lexi is telling Jewel that Tris is alive,” Clare said softly. “I’m sure she’s just letting Jewel talk about Tris. That’s a good way to learn to let him go.”

  “But she’s not letting him go! Why else would she insist on sitting out on that dock every damned day! When Lexi joins her, it makes it seem like a reasonable thing to do! Jewel should be playing with friends like a normal child!”

  Clare backed away from the blast of Bonnie’s anger. “It’s Lexi you should talk to about this, surely.”

  “Right,” Bonnie sneered. “Right. And sooner or later Lexi will tell Jewel that I’m the reason she’s not joining Lexi, and then Jewel can blame me for keeping my daughter away from everyone she loves.” She pulled a tissue from her shorts’ pocket and blew her nose. “Jewel always loved her father best. She behaves like the most demonic brat around Ken, she won’t even give him a chance. She’s just perverse.”

  “She’s a child,” Clare said quietly.

  “Oh, right, right, make me the monster. Everyone already thinks I am, leaving the sainted Tris. But I had to! I don’t regret it one iota! You grew up here, Clare, you know what it’s like to feel like some poor little peasant while everyone else is royalty! Tris would come home with grease on his hands, and I couldn’t get it all out of his clothes—” Bonnie flung her arms around. “You have your shop, I’ll bet you’re making a ton of money. And Lexi! Well now, Lexi struck it rich all right, marrying Ed Hardin. She swans around like a princess and I look like a drone!”

  Clare came to Lexi’s defense. “Lexi works, Bonnie. I know, because I’m right next to her. She’s working seven days a week in her shop—”

  “Yes, and have you seen what she sells? I can’t afford clothes like that! Can you? She’s going to give Jewel a taste for the kind of life Ken and I can’t possibly afford.”

  “Has Lexi been giving Jewel expensive gifts?”

  Thwarted, Bonnie strode back across the store. “No,” she admitted. “Just that bead kit. And a couple of books. Oh, come on, Clare, talk to Lexi for me, won’t you?” A strange expression crossed her face. “Or aren’t you talking to Lexi anymore?”

  Oh, good grief, Clare thought, putting her hands on her hips. Would Bonnie go through this bizarre charade just to get the latest gossip? She had never been a close friend of Bonnie’s. Bonnie had always been irrational and cranky and spoiled.

  “You should take your concerns to Lexi.” Clare’s voice was cool. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get back to work.”

  THIRTY-SIX

  Clare felt so new with Adam.

  Adam was taller, wider, and more massive than Jesse. Next to him, Clare felt petite and somehow younger, more delicate. Adam touched her more than Jesse had—he kissed her passionately in the morning, he rubbed her feet at night, sending her into swoons of delight, and when they watched TV, he pulled her against him, so that she nestled between his arm and his chest.

  He talked to her more than Jesse did, too. He had opinions about national and town politics. He regaled her with humorous anecdotes about his furry and feathery patients. He asked her about her day, and he paid attention, he listened, he remembered. He said, “So did the chocolate baskets sell as well as you’d hoped?” It was lovely to have a man care so much about what she did and said.

  He spent almost every night at her house. Her father liked him, and Ralphie adored him, and Clare loved seeing him at her table. Some nights he brought take-out so she didn’t have to cook; he never expected her to cook. He brought her little gifts from time to time—roses, or a good bottle of wine, or a bit of costume jewelry that caught his eye in a shop window.

  When they went to bed, the exhaustion and petty worries of the day vanished as they explored each other’s bodies. Clare felt new with Adam as his larger hands learned her curves and contours, her silky spots, the places that made her gasp. Her own hands felt new, her fingertips reborn as she drew them through his thick chest hair, down to the curly thatch of fur around his groin. She knelt over him on hot summer nights, her naked body sleek with sweat as she drew her tongue over his long muscular back and his enormous long limbs, as she softly sucked on his muscles, ligaments, tendons, knuckles, earlobes, the pads of his fingers and hand, the hard ropes of his veins. She wanted to ingest him. She wanted to pull all of him inside her. He would flip her onto her back and shove his penis into her, filling her, and she would lie very still, not moving, not wanting to send either of them off on that spiraling explosion of pleasure; she would lie so still she didn’t breathe, feeling the heat and width and length of him wedged into her so tightly it almost hurt.

  Then he would move his hips, slightly. He’d shove himself in even further. And she was gone.

  The summer days rolled on like the tides. Regular customers, renting on the island for the summer, dropped in for their daily treats. Day-trippers wandered in, went wild over Clare’s truffles, and went out with their totes filled with Sweet Hart’s boxes. Occasionally a friend would enter the shop, sample a chocolate-covered blueberry, then ask, “So, how’s Jesse?”

  “I’m dating someone else,” she’d reply. “Someone very different from Jesse, an island man…it’s all very brand-new, I can hardly talk about it yet.” And saying even this much about Adam lifted her away from the confusion that had been her life with Jesse into a clear shining bell of happiness.

  Most nights Adam slept over. Clare would curl next to him like a cub nestling up to a big protective bear. They would lie in bed, wrapped around each other, skin to skin, resting after sex. Clare held Adam’s limp, exhausted penis in her hand. She couldn’t not be touching it.

  One night Adam murmured into her ear, “I think I’ve always been a little bit in love with you.”

  Her heart thumped. Love. Such an enormous word. She knew she loved Adam, too. But then what had that been with Jesse? Clare shifted on the bed to look up at him. From here she could see the whiskers he’d missed under his chin when he shaved that morning. “Even when I was a snotty little kid?”

  He ran his hand down her back and over her h
ips. “You were a cute little kid.”

  “Oh, come on, you didn’t notice me. Lexi and I were always spying on you and your friends. All you cared about was football, baseball, sailing, and fishing.”

  “So, you noticed me.”

  “Oh, Adam, I always had a crush on you.” She twined herself even closer, kissing his chest, his muscular bicep, his neck. “And now…” She wanted to tell him she loved him, but would he believe her, so soon after Jesse? Could she mean it?

  Adam rescued her. “You don’t have to say it. And I don’t need to hear it. This summer’s been confusing and dramatic enough already. I don’t want you to make any promises to me until you’re sure you can keep them. It’s enough, for now, to be with you, like this.”

  She nuzzled against him. “I know, I know, Adam. But sometime I guess we should talk about the future…”

  “If you don’t stop that, I won’t be able to talk at all,” Adam said, and rolled her onto her back, lifting himself up over her.

  The island sweltered beneath a constant August sun. Everyone had sunburns, or went around with white cream slathered on their noses, and women didn’t leave the house without wide-brimmed sun hats. Now business fell into a predictable pattern. Mornings were busy as women walked around town organizing themselves for the rest of the day, buying chocolates for the guest room or birthday parties, ordering special boxes for anniversaries. At lunch, a lull fell. It was too hot to be anywhere except the beach or a backyard hammock. Around four, freshly showered and ready for a long leisurely summer evening, people crowded back into town, refreshed, ready for the divertissement of delicious chocolates, eye-catching clothes.