happens if the car stalls while itâs on the tracks, when the ability to use feet might be crucial.â
âThat hasnât happened yet,â she smiled over at him. âBut if it did, I might jettison the tradition.â
âJettison. I guess with all the reading you do, itâs natural to use a word like jettison.â
âIâm just trying to impress you,â she said, thinking, If this is flirting, maybe I can do it after all . âIn a few seconds weâre going to pass the graveyard. You have to hold your breath while we doâwhen weâve cleared it, you can make a wish.â
âNo bad luck and a wish. Any more traditions? Do we get out and crawl around the car when we pass the third lamp-post on the left so we can have certain good luck and another wish?â
âThere, look, the graveyardâs coming up. Take a deep breath.â
âWhatever you say.â
They inhaled together. After theyâd passed the last grave, they exhaled together.
âWhew. I should stop smoking.â
âThe cement road stops ahead here, see. And the road to Birch Point begins. That big white building on the left is a Catholic retreat, right at the beginning of the Point. Weâre lucky itâs there; if it werenât I think thereâd be a huge development of condos.â
âAnd that âNo Trespassingâ sign? I assume that means the road is private.â
âYes.â
âLook at all these trees. Itâs a little paradise here. Godâwas that a deer I just saw bounding across the road up there?â
Holly had seen it and was thankful that it hadnât leaped out in front of the car in the dark. It was so easy to run into one at night and she dreaded the thought of badly hurting an animal, a Bambi, bounding through the woods. Henry had given her a small handgun and taught her how to use it in case she ever ran over one and had to put it out of its misery. The prospect of actually having to use it terrified her; having it in the house, even though sheâd hidden it on the top shelf of her bedroom cupboard, was scary enough. She wasnât about to tell Jack about it: heâd think she was another crazy, gun-toting American.
âThere are tons of deer around here. We have to be careful because they have ticks, and ticks carry Lyme Disease. We have to check constantly to make sure we donât have a bite with a little red ring around it: thatâs one of the signs. Itâs a dangerous disease to get.â
âBut how can you possibly get it?â
âItâs easy, you can get it walking throughââ
âNo, I mean youâre all lucked up after the railroad track and you can make a wish that you donât get it every time you drive by the cemetery. I donât see how you could possibly catch a disease.â
âDo you ever stop teasing people?â
âIâm English, remember. We donât talk much and when we do, we tease. And look, thereâs yet another âNo Trespassing, Private Propertyâ sign. Thatâs the third Iâve seen in the space of a hundred yards. It has to make you wonder. At what point do they think it will sink in? I mean, if someone isnât deterred by the first sign, why would they be by a second? Or a third? Is repetition the key to control?â
âI suppose it is a little overzealous.â
She drove by a wooden sign posted on a tree with the name âMadisonâ on it. If sheâd turned right then and gone on a few hundred yards, sheâd be at Billyâs house. For the past five years, she hadnât had to think about him as she drove up and down the road. The house was empty in the winter, rented out in the summer. Billy was right, though. They were bound to pass each other in their cars or see each other on the beach. Sheâd have to work out how to deal with him soon. But not yet.
Jack Dane was silent as they drove the next
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