kicked out of their old lives and moved here. Caught most people by surprise, especially when they turned Twin Oaks into a B and B.”
“I can’t believe my parents haven’t mentioned any of this. But wasn’t the house in bad shape?”
“Not anymore. Clint and Maureen have done wonders. New paint, new wallpaper, and they found a load of old furniture in the attic that just needed cleaning and polishing.”
“And that did it? Fresh paint, old furniture and a good cleaning?”
“Well, no. There was more. Bonnie did the plumbing.”
“Good for her.”
“Yeah, I said that, too. She put in new bathrooms, did some stuff in the kitchen….”
Wendy tried to concentrate, but it was hard. They were approaching a traffic light that marked an intersection whose claim to fame was two mini-malls, one on either side of the road. The Burger Barn was a couple of miles past them.
Minutes after that, they would reach Cooper’s Corner.
Her heart gave a little lurch. She was almost home, and nothing that really mattered had changed. The roads were the same, and when they got to town, it would be the same, too. The village green, with its bronze Minuteman standing eternal guard; Main Street and its bundled-up tourists, eager to soak up what they saw as an authentic bit of New England. The windows of the little antique and crafts shops would still be bright with Christmas displays, even though the holiday was over.
The traffic light went from green to amber. The car slowed to a stop and a small knot of people crossed to the mall on the opposite side of the road. Wendy stared out the window. It was hard to identify anyone. People were hunched into their coats, ducking their heads against the snow. Not that she was searching for anyone in particular. Not that she was looking for—
“…Seth,” Alison said.
“What about him?”
She thought she’d spoken calmly, but from the way Alison looked at her, she knew she hadn’t quite pulled it off.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I was so busy trying to bring you up to date on what’s been happening that I… Just forget I mentioned him, okay?”
“Allie, there’s no problem. Come on. What were you going to say?”
“Just that Seth did the carpentry at Twin Oaks.”
“Seth is a carpenter?”
“A really good one. And it turns out he’s got a talent for building fine furniture, too. From the looks of things, he’s doing…” She hesitated. “Wendy? You sure you want to hear all this?”
“Why wouldn’t I? The past is the past.” Wendy cleared her throat. “It’s just a surprise, that’s all. When he and I… When I left town, Seth was taking business courses at the Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts.”
“Yeah. I remember. He quit MCLA after your, uh, your accident. He went to work for somebody in Stockbridge, and a couple of years ago he opened his own shop here.” Alison hesitated. “He still doesn’t know you’re coming home?”
“No.” Wendy looked at Alison. “Not unless you told him. You didn’t, did you? Allie?”
“Of course not,” Alison said, a little stiffly. “You asked me not to.”
“Sorry.”
“That’s all right.”
It wasn’t, and Wendy knew it. She reached across the console and touched the other woman’s hand.
“Allie,” she said in a low voice, “it’s…it’s harder than I figured, you know? Coming home, I mean. So much time’s gone by…” She swallowed hard. “Maybe I’m more tired than I realized.”
“I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to jump on you.” The light changed to green and Alison stepped on the gas. “I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to see him. I mean, it’s been a long time, but you and Seth—”
“There is no `me and Seth.’ There hasn’t been for years.”
“Yeah. That’s the point. When you left for Norway, you two were crazy about each other. The next thing we knew, it was all over. Seth wouldn’t talk about you, wouldn’t even say your name. And then you didn’t come back, and we all wondered—”
“There’s nothing to wonder.” Wendy’s voice turned cool. “I’d think people would have better things to do with their time than gossip.”
“It wasn’t gossip.” Alison slowed the car again, signaled a right and turned into the Burger Barn parking lot. She pulled into a space, shut off the engine and looked at Wendy. “We all cared about you. The whole town turned out to see you off. Remember? There were signs in the windows on Main Street, everything from Good Luck to Our Wendy to Bring Back the Gold. When you got hurt—”
“Allie.” Wendy put her hand over Alison’s. “That’s history. The Olympics, the accident, Seth…it’s all in the past. I have a new life now.”
“So does he.”
The simple words fell between them, as heavy as stones. Wendy looked at Alison. “You mean, that he’s become a carpenter?”
“Well, sure.” Alison fell silent, averted her gaze. “And—and other things.”
“Other things?” Wendy moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Ah. I see.” Could she sound casual about this? Yes. Of course she could. Funny that she’d never thought to ask before. “You mean, he’s married?”
“No. But he’s seeing someone. Her name’s—”
“I don’t need to know her name. Who Seth dates is none of my business.”
“It’s more than dating. They’ve been going together for a couple of months.” Alison shot a glance in Wendy’s direction. “I guess I shouldn’t have dumped the news on you like that, huh?”
“Don’t be silly.” Wendy stretched her lips in what she hoped was a semblance of a smile. “You know, if we sit here much longer, we’ll freeze.”
“Meaning, `Alison, that’s enough of that.’“
Wendy tried another smile. “Meaning, did you or didn’t you promise me a hamburger at the Barn?”
“Yeah, sure,” Alison said, but she didn’t move. “There’s one other thing. I know you said this was just a visit, but I hoped… You really aren’t staying, are you.”
Wendy shook her head. “No,” she said quietly, “I’m not.” She looked at Alison. “Does the name Rod Pommier mean anything to you?”
“Should it?”
“He’s a surgeon. From New York.”
“What kind?” Alison gave a quick laugh. “If
