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Fifteen years, Dr. Allbright had said. Hed been treating Nora for fifteen years . . . yet none of them had known it.
“What were you going to say?”
Noras laughter was a fluttery thing, a bit of spun stigar “Nothing. ”
Ruby rolled her eyes. Why had she even bothered? Whatever. "
She eased her foot back onto the accelerator; flicked the signal on, and turned toward the beach. The narrow, one-lane road wound snakelike through the towering trees. Though it was afternoon, you wouldnt have known it. The tree limbs were heavy with rain; their drooping branches darkened the road. Here and there, small turnouts, overgrown with weeds, made space for parking when another car was coming from the opposite direction.
At last, they came to the driveway. A pair of dogwood trees stood guard on either side of the needle-strewn lane. Any gravel that had once been dumped here had long ago burrowed into the dirt.
Ruby turned down the driveway. The knee-high grass that grew in a wild strip down the center of the road thumped and scraped the undercarriage.
At the end of the tree-lined road, Ruby hit the brakes.
And stared through the rain-beaded windshield at her childhood.
The farmhouse was layered in thick white clapboards with red trim around the casement windows. One side jutted out like an old womans bad hip—that was the addition her grandparents had built for their grandchildren. A porch wrapped around three sides of the house. It sat in the midst of a pie-shaped clearing that jutted toward the sea. In this, the middle of June, the lawn was lush and lime green; in the dog days of summer; Ruby knew it would grow tall and take on the rich hue of burnished gold. Madrona marked the perimeter.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, soaking it all in.
A white picket fence created a nicely squared yard around the farmhouse. Inside it, the garden was in full, riotous bloom.
Obviously Caroline had paid a gardener to keep the place up. It looked as if the Bridge family had been gone a season instead of more than a decade.
With a tired sigh, Ruby got out of the car.
The tide made a low, snoring sound. Birds overhead, surprised and dismayed by their unexpected guests. But no city sounds lived this far north, no horns or squealing tires or jets flying overhead.
There was now, as there had always been, a quiet otherworldliness to Summer Island, and as much as she hated to admit it, Ruby felt the islands familiar welcome. Time here was measured in eons, not lifetimes. In how long it took the sea to smooth the rough edges off a bit of broken glass, in how long it took the tide to shape and reshape the shoreline.
She went around to the back of the van and pulled out the wheelchair; then wheeled it around to the passenger side and helped Nora into the seat.
Taking hold of the rubber-coated grips, she cautiously pushed her mother down the path. At the gate, Ruby stopped and walked ahead, unlatching it. The metal piece clanked, the gate swung creakily open.
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When Ruby turned back around, she noticed how pale her mother was. Nora touched the fences sagging slat. A heart-shaped patch of paint fell away at he contact, lay in the grass like a bit of confetti.
Nora looked up, her eyes shiny and moist. “Remember the summer you and Caro painted every slat a different color? You guys looked like a pair of rainbow Popsicles when you were finished. ”
“I dont remember that,” Ruby said, but for a split second, when she looked down, her tennis shoes were Keds, speckled with a dozen different colors of paint. It pissed her off, how easy it was to remember things in this place, to feel them. Nothing seemed to have changed here except Ruby, and the new Ruby sure as hell didnt belong in this fairy-tale house.
She walked back up the slope and took her place behind the wheelchair. She cautiously moved down the rutted path, guiding the chair in front of her. They had just reached the edge of the porch when her mother suddenly spoke.
“Let me sit here for a minute, will you? Go on in. Nora fished the key out of her pocket and handed it to Ruby. ”You can come back and tell me how it looks. "
“Youd rather sit in the rain than go into the house?”
"That pretty much sums up my feelings right now.
Ruby stepped around her and walked onto the porch. The wide-planked floor wobbled beneath her feet like piano keys, releasing a melody of creaks and groans.
At the front door; she slipped the key into the lock.
Click.
“Wait!” her mother cried out.
