Chapter: Chapter 200Home, Little ShipEleven years later, on the first Saturday in August, the sun came up over Blackwater Cove exactly as it always had.It rose out of the sea as a thin line of gold, then a red arc, then a blaze, and spilled itself across the harbor in long bright ribbons. The water went from slate to rose to a deep clear blue. A gull cried, wheeled, and dropped out of the sky onto the weathered post at the end of the dock. Somewhere behind the village, a rooster crowed, and someone laughed, and the first smell of coffee drifted out through the open windows of the little gray cottage on the rise.SUSAN'S HOUSE, said the sign over the door, in fresh blue letters. It had been repainted every spring for eleven years. Nobody had ever suggested stopping.Vivienne stood on the porch in her bare feet, in an old paint-stained sweater, with a mug in both hands, watching the light come up. She was forty-seven now. Her hair had gone silver at the temples, and she wore it loose, because Damian like
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Chapter: Chapter 199The Last PartyNo black, said Mr. Aldridge.He stood at the lectern of St. Anne's, in his gray suit and small round spectacles, with a sheet of cream paper in his hand and an expression of dignified helplessness. The little stone church was packed to the walls. It was a hot, bright, windy morning in late August, and every window stood open to the sound of the wind in the old elms.I have here, said Mr. Aldridge, a letter from the late Mrs. Voss, with instructions for her funeral. I was asked to read it aloud, and in full, without editing. He cleared his throat. She writes: I forbid black; I have attended eleven hundred funerals in my life, and every one of them was improved by color. Anyone found in a dark suit will be asked to leave. Also, I should like it noted that I am dead, not stupid. If anyone weeps for longer than ten minutes, I will know. A soft, startled laugh rippled through the church. Vivienne sat in the front pew, between Damian and Alexander, in a yellow dress that Elea
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Chapter: Chapter 198 Margaux's LettersSit, said Margaux. Please, I should like to say this once, properly, and I should like you to be comfortable.Vivienne sat down in the little armchair opposite, with her heart beating slowly and hard. The lamp threw a soft circle of gold across the carpet. Outside the window, the cove lay dark and still beneath a sky full of stars, and the low rhythmic sound of the tide came faintly through the open sash, in and out, in and out, like breathing.Margaux folded her hands over the writing case, and looked at her for a long moment. She was very small in the big chair. The shawl had slipped from one shoulder, and her white hair, loosened by the sea wind, lay in soft wisps around her thin face. But her eyes, in the lamplight, were as bright and clear and kind as they had ever been. I am going to die soon, she said.Vivienne's breath stopped.Not tonight, I think. Perhaps not this month. But soon, Margaux's voice was perfectly calm. Dr. Okonkwo-Reid told me in the spring.
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Chapter: Chapter 197Did the Boat Float?Five years passed the way the tide goes out, so slowly that nobody noticed until they looked up and the whole shoreline had changed.It was August in Blackwater Cove, and the afternoon light lay golden and heavy across the water. The little harbor, which had once looked gray and shuttered and forgotten, was bright with painted boats. A row of fresh white pickets ran along the lane. The general store had a new awning, and a new sign, and a bench out front where a gray-haired woman in a yellow slicker sat reading a newspaper, as she had every summer afternoon for forty years.And at the end of the cove road, on its low rise above the water, the old Hale cottage stood new again.Its roof had been mended, and its shingles reset, and its windows scrubbed until they shone. There were geraniums in the window boxes and a hammock on the porch. A pot of coffee steamed on a wicker table, and the front door stood wide open to let in the sea air. A small, hand-painted sign hung
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Chapter: Chapter 196Marcus ThomasBreathe, said Damian. Breathe, love. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. I am breathing, Vivienne gasped.Then breathe more.She would have laughed if the next contraction had not seized her at that exact moment and squeezed her whole body like a giant fist. She dug her fingers into the bed rail and groaned through her teeth, and the white light of the labor room swam in front of her eyes. Snow was falling steadily beyond the window. Down in the street, the yellow lights of taxis crawled along Second Avenue in a long, slow line. It was ten minutes past three in the afternoon, and they had been at NYU Langone for exactly two hours and fifty-one minutes.That one was big, said the nurse, calmly, checking the monitor. Very good, Mrs. Voss. You're doing beautifully.I don't feel beautiful, said Vivienne. Nobody ever does, said Dr. Patel, from the foot of the bed. She was a small, brisk, serene woman who had delivered Eleanor two years earlier, and she wore the same e
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Chapter: Chapter 195Number Thirty-OneIt snowed on the morning the studio opened.It was the first real snow of the year, soft and slow and wet, falling in big white flakes out of a low pearl sky. It lay along the iron railings of Spring Street and dusted the tops of the parked cars and turned the old cast-iron buildings of SoHo into a row of sugared cakes. Vivienne stood on the sidewalk in a long gray coat, thirty-six weeks pregnant, with one hand pressed to the small of her back, looking up at number thirty-one.It was a narrow brick building, four stories tall, with tall arched windows and a green door freshly painted and a small brass plate beside it. The plate had been polished until it shone.MARSH & VOSS STUDIO. School of Restoration. Est. this year.And underneath, in smaller letters, engraved by hand: Everybody ought to have one thing they mend. Don't cry, said Damian, at her elbow. You'll start me off. I'm not crying. You're crying.It's the snow, said Vivienne, and wiped her eyes with a gloved
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