along.â
Joshua and Zee went into the house.
âThanks a lot for the tour,â said Mondry to me.
âThereâs more you havenât seen. The Vineyard doesnât look very big on maps, but not many people, including me, have seen all of it.â
âWill you show more of it to me?â
âSure.â
âAnd youâll find a helicopter?â âSure.â
âGreat.â He hesitated. âAnd thereâs one thing more.â âWhatâs that?â
He hesitated again, then said, âI want your permission to take your wife out to lunch. I want to talk to her aboutââ
He stopped as I held up a hand.
âYou donât need my permission to talk to Zee. Sheâs my wife, not my property. If you want to ask her to lunch, ask her, not me.â
He opened his mouth, then closed it. Then he opened it again. âI just want to do this right. I donât want to go behind your back.â
I wondered what my face was showing him. âI appreciate that,â I said, âbut Zee is her own boss and decides what sheâll do or wonât do. I donât own slaves.â
âBut sheâs your wife. Donât you care what she does?â
I cared. âI want her to be happy. If having lunch withyou makes her happy, I want her to have lunch with you. But she decides, not me.â
He stared at me. âAre you sure about this?â
âIâm sure.â
âWell, then, Iâll give her a call. Is this going to prevent you from showing me the island? I donât want you to feel thatââ
âThe one thing has nothing to do with the other.â He took a deep breath and nodded. âTomorrow morning, then?â âIâll be here.â
He drove away, and I went into the house. One of my demons was the desire to keep Zee only to myself. There were other devils in me, but none were stronger than that one. Had I believed in God, I would have prayed daily to keep the imp in check; sometimes I prayed anyway.
â 8 â
Joshua was nodding on my lap and I was sitting on the balcony with Zee. Across Sengekontacket Pond, car lights were moving back and forth along the road on the barrier beach between Edgartown and Oak Bluffs. Beyond them, on the far side of Nantucket Sound, the lights on Cape Cod gleamed at us, and to the southeast we could see Cape Pogue light. Above us, the summer stars glittered and the Milky Way arched from horizon to horizon. There was a soft wind that made the trees sigh and brought us the sounds of night birds and other nocturnal creatures.
Zeeâs hand found my knee. âHowâs the heir?â
âThe heir is almost asleep. Heâs a sweetheart, just like his old man. Never gives anybody any trouble.â
âThatâs odd. I thought you were his father.â Zeeâs fingers gave me a sharp squeeze. âWhat happened up there in Gay Head?â
I told her.
She sighed. âMen!â
âLetâs have no sexist remarks,â I said. âRemember Zenobia and Boadicea and Morgan le Fey and those other killer women. All I did was dunk Loathsome Lawrence in the drink.â
âMorgan le Fey was fiction.â
âHow about Ma Barker, then? Or Belle Starr? Donât give me this âmen are violent, but women are sugar and spiceâ stuff.â
She snuggled nearer. âBut Iâm a woman and Iâm sugarand spice. I know you canât see them, but Iâm fluttering my eyelashes even as I speak.â
I got one arm loose from now snoozing Joshua and put it around her. âAny woman with fluttering eyelashes can wrap me around her finger.â
We looked at the stars for a while, and I felt good, with Joshua in one arm and Zee in the other. After a while, we went downstairs and put the lad in bed.
Zee beamed down at him. âItâs hard to believe that heâll ever be a terrible two.â
âI was never a terrible