chain is made up of figures and is cut from copies of newspaper articles. The faces of the figures are drawn in black ink. Alice, Trina, Molly, Stover, Allegra, Lee, and of course Jack Wyck. His figure has wings. In his arms, heâs cradling a child.
Ariel folds the paper chain and tucks it back into a taped-together envelope. She picks up a new page and reads, âNothing ever really ends. If you fully inhabited a moment, you inhabit it forever. If you remember it, it exists in time and space, and if you close your eyes and let yourself go, you can relive it. Not everyone can do this. It takes a free and open mind, which I have. We like to hold on to the present, and that is where we stop ourselves from our full experiences, our beautiful lives.â Ariel bites her lip. The diner is almost empty, and the piped musicâthe songs Hans remembers from the car radio on his long-ago tripsâhas gone quiet.
Hans goes back to Stuart Malloyâs testimony. Midway through, he stops and pulls a photo of an eleven-year-old Stuart out from a pile of pictures.
âSweet face,â Ariel says, looking up. âLet me look at it for a while. Itâs so much nicer than what Iâm doing.â
Hans puts his glasses on and studies the photo of Stuart. âCertainly a face youâd believe.â Itâs a class photo. Stuartâs wearing a tie, a blue shirt with an enormous pointed collar. His smile is slightly crooked and his hair is parted on the side.
âDo you think he lied about something?â
Hans passes her the photo, shaking his head. âIâm not sure.â He rubs his brow. Something is bothering him. Heâd really like to talk to Alice, but she wonât return his calls. He needs to hear her voice, to look in her eyes. He wonât know who she is until he can do so.
âThereâs something odd here. Alice changed her story,â Hans finally says. âShe told the police one thing and then something else. Itâs all in the files. It just seems everyone ignored it.â
âI figured they chalked it up to her state of mind.â
âYes.â Hans lifts his shoulders and lets them drop. âBut . . .â He doesnât finish. He doesnât know what comes after âbut.â
Ariel is studying the picture of Stuart. Her hair is pulled back, but little copper curls spring out here and there. Hans never pays much attention to the changeability of hair, but thereâs something about Arielâs thatâs caught his imagination. Sometimes her hair is straight and other days, like today, it looks like itâs been wrapped tightly around millions of tiny screws and then let loose. He almost asks her but changes her mind.
âIt should be easy enough to find Stuart,â she says. âWeâll need to interview him.â Hans looks at the waitress, trying to imagine her as a teenager. Sheâs about the same age as Alice. He wonders who remembers what, and thinks he should go back and try to find the people who might recall Alice at that time, who might reveal something to himâwhatever it is that comes after butâ
âIâll find Stuart Malloy.â Ariel puts the picture down.
âI canât think of a reason he would have lied.â Hans moves his empty coffee cup in circles on its saucer. âBut at the same time, I feel uncertain about what really happened that night.â
Hans looks at the waitress again. Sheâs at the table next to theirs, slowly wiping the ketchup bottles down. He wonders if sheâs listening to their conversation. âExcuse me,â he says to the waitress. âCould I have some more water, please?â She smiles and nods. Yes , he thinks. She was definitely listening.
âWhat about Wyck?â Ariel wants to know.
Hans takes Jack Wyckâs latest letter out of the inside pocket of his jacket and passes it to Ariel. When sheâs finished, she folds the