away, staring across the mirror of the lake at the distant blue mist of the hills. âHave you, Keith?â
âI havenât changed my mind,â Keith said.
âThen why that look in your eyes?â She touched his chin. He jerked away.
âI beg your pardon,â Nancy murmured. She let her hands drop to her lap.
He turned to her then. âYou donât understand, Nancy.â
âI think I do.â She jumped up. âWe went over all this last night. It wasnât easy for me to come here, you know.â
âNancy, please â¦â
âI suppose itâs better this way. For a while there you almost made a believer of me, bud.â
She ran toward her car. Keith rose. Let her go, he thought. Donât say anything. Just let her go, back to the safe and normal world.
He stood slack-mouthed, sweating. She had reached her car. She was touching the door handle.
âNancy!â
She paused then, but she did not turn to look at him. âSave it, Keith. At least you havenât tried to postpone the elopement and substitute sex by the lakeside.â
âListen!â he said. âYou listen to me! What do you think I am?â
âI thought I knew, Keith.â
âOkay,â he said. âRemember it, will you?â
She ventured a look over her shoulder. âDo you really want me to go?â
âWhy not?â
âWhatâs the matter with you, Keith?â
âNothing.â
âYouâre lying to me. What happened in town? Did my father get across to you?â
âNo.â
âTell me if he did, Keith. He means well. He may even be right.â
âHe is, Nancy. Heâs a smart man. Go back.â
âCome with me. Weâll tell him what we planned, and why. Weâll make him understand that nothing can come between us.â
He said nothing.
She was facing him now, trying to grin. âAll right, letâs follow the original plan and find a justice of the peace. I prefer it to returning to town, anyway.â
He said nothing. How could he tell her?
âLately, Keith, my bed feels cold. It isnât a place to sleep, just to think of you. How can I be so shameless?â
âNancy, I canât take â¦â It burst out of him.
âBut itâs got to be legal, Keith. The way we planned.â
âNancy â¦â
âNo. I canât talk myself again into treating dad this way. Itâs now or not at all, Keith. If you let me get into this car and drive away, thatâs it.â
He stood with dangling arms. The wind off the lake was cold. The day began to take on the old slow-motion clarity.
âAll right,â he said through stiff lips. âHere it is. Theyâre looking for me. Theyâre saying I killed Aunt Dorcas.â
She stared at him as if she were about to giggle.
He ran over and caught her arms and shook her hard. âDid you hear me, Nancy?â
She continued to stare at nothing. Holding on to her arm, he guided her toward the cottage. When they reached the porch steps, she sank down.
Then something snapped in her. With a clawing motion, she put her hands to her face and started to sob.
Keith wanted to clap his palms over his ears. The sight of her, the sounds coming from her, added to everything else, were too much to bear.
7.
When she stopped sobbing, he lit two cigarettes and offered her one. He was standing on ground level, one foot on the bottom step, his shadow enveloping her.
âPlease sit down, Keith.â
He eased down on the step.
âDonât you want to tell me?â
âWould it help?â
âYou owe it to me.â
âItâs really simple, Nancy. Aunt Dorcas phoned the apartment where Iâm staying with the old man. She asked me to hurry over. She sounded so upset that I went right over. I knew it wouldnât be long until youâd arrive at the lake here, but I didnât think the few minutes would