"That makes me so unbelievably sad," I interrupted him, shaking my head. "I always knew he was innocent and there wasn"t a thing I could do about it."
Ethan fell silent. Slowly he lifted his hamburger and took another bite.
"Did Ned ever say anything to you that might make you think he knew more than he was letting on?" I asked.
Ethan shook his head as he swallowed. "We never talked about it. Early on, I remember my parents attributing the change in him to what had happened to Isabel, but he and I never spoke about it at all." He moved the straw from one side of his lemonade gla.s.s to the other. His fingernails were clean and short, his hands nicely shaped. "Ned and I were really different," he continued. "Our interests were different, and...our philosophies on life. I tend to see the gla.s.s as half-full, while Ned was usually pretty down."
"How about your father?" I asked. "Did he ever change his story on where Ned was that night?"
Ethan leaned back in his chair again, narrowing his eyes at me. "Julie, please don"t play Nancy Drew with this," he said. "Don"t think about this as a plot in one of your books. This is real life. You"re talking about my father and my brother."
His words took me by surprise and I felt anger rise up in me. "What about my my family?" I asked, trying to keep my voice as calm as his. I recognized the power in his quiet demeanor. "I don"t want to deal with this either, Ethan. Do you think I want to relive Isabel"s death all over again? I don"t. The idea terrifies me. But we need to know what really happened. All of us. And if you don"t take the letter to the police, I have no choice but to send them the copy Abby gave me." family?" I asked, trying to keep my voice as calm as his. I recognized the power in his quiet demeanor. "I don"t want to deal with this either, Ethan. Do you think I want to relive Isabel"s death all over again? I don"t. The idea terrifies me. But we need to know what really happened. All of us. And if you don"t take the letter to the police, I have no choice but to send them the copy Abby gave me."
Other diners were staring at me, forks halfway to their mouths, and I knew my voice had not been as quiet as I"d thought.
"I"m sorry," he said. "You"re right. Both our families are mired in this mess. And you"re also right that the authorities need to know about this. But would waiting a bit longer matter that much? Please."
"I don"t want to wait, Ethan," I said. "Your father could live another decade." I felt cruel, but my family had lived with Isabel"s loss for forty-one years. George Lewis and his family had endured his unjust imprisonment. I hated to think that he might still be alive if he hadn"t served time for a murder he didn"t commit. If a terrible mistake had been made, it needed to be set right.
"You think Ned did it," Ethan said.
Slowly I nodded.
Ethan closed his eyes and let out his breath. "All right," he said, opening his eyes again. He looked out the window instead of at me. "I"ll take the letter to the police."
"Why?" I asked, mystified by his change of heart.
"Because," he said, looking me squarely in the face, "I need to know that you"re wrong."
CHAPTER 6.
Lucy.
I lived in Plainfield, a ten-minute drive from my hometown of Westfield and only two blocks from the high school, so I always walked to and from my teaching job. Today, the air-conditioning in the school broke down during the first ten minutes of my summer-school cla.s.s. I had a hard time focusing on my lesson plan, and the kids, never happy to be there in the first place, wanted to be anywhere but cooped up in that building. There we sat, twenty grumpy kids and me. I was as glad as they were when the bell rang. lived in Plainfield, a ten-minute drive from my hometown of Westfield and only two blocks from the high school, so I always walked to and from my teaching job. Today, the air-conditioning in the school broke down during the first ten minutes of my summer-school cla.s.s. I had a hard time focusing on my lesson plan, and the kids, never happy to be there in the first place, wanted to be anywhere but cooped up in that building. There we sat, twenty grumpy kids and me. I was as glad as they were when the bell rang.
Walking home, I wondered how Julie"s lunch with Ethan was going. As much as I"d tried to talk her out of it, I knew she was right to want the police to know about the letter. I just hated for her to have to go through something so emotionally taxing, and I wished she"d at least waited to meet Ethan until a day I could go with her. She"d been anxious about it. I called her during my break to give her moral support. She was on the parkway headed for Spring Lake and wouldn"t talk to me on her cell phone while she was driving. That was Julie. Always, always careful. Always afraid of making a mistake.
I lived in one of Plainfield"s painted ladies, the huge, beautifully restored Victorians on West Eighth Street. The house was divided into three s.p.a.cious apartments, and mine was on the top floor, where I used the turret as my sunny music room. My neighbors were the gay couple who"d renovated the house and an African-American couple who also taught at the high school. Sometimes, in the evening, the five of us would sit on the porch and exchange stories. Everyone was tolerant of my violin practice, which was fortunate. I loved living there.
I knew Shannon was in my apartment even before I reached the house, spotting her in the turret window. Most likely, she"d been watching for me. I waved and she waved back, and I wondered what was wrong. Shannon had a key to my apartment and could come and go as she pleased, but she hadn"t stopped by unannounced in months.
I crossed the marble-floored foyer, and had started climbing the broad, circular staircase when I heard her voice from above.
"How was school?" she called down to me.
I tipped my head back to see her leaning over the railing of the top level, high above me.
"Hot," I said. "Air conditioner broke."
"Ugh," Shannon said. "You poor thing."
"And aren"t you supposed to be working?" I asked once I reached the landing. I gave her a hug.
"I"m going in late," she said. "I have to talk to you." She had the most beautiful brown eyes. I imagined guys melting into puddles at her feet. Were her eyes a bit bloodshot today, though? I tried not to stare.
I put my arm around her as we walked into the apartment. "What"s the problem, kiddo?" I asked.
She circled my waist with her own arm. "Only everything," she said.
I dropped my briefcase on the dining-room chair. "Do you want something to drink?" I lifted the hem of my green tank top and waved it back and forth with my hands, trying to let some cool air reach my damp skin. "Soda? Iced tea."
She shook her head. "I helped myself," she said, pointing to the coffee table in the living room. I saw a gla.s.s of iced tea on a coaster. It was nearly empty; she"d been there awhile.
"It"s mango," I said. "Good, isn"t it?"
She nodded. "Uh-huh."
"Let me get some and then we"ll talk, okay?"
She sat on my old floral camelback sofa in the living room, looking like a model, her white shirt and capris in stark contrast to the mauve and cranberry tones of the upholstery. I poured my iced tea in the kitchen, planning my end of the conversation in my mind. Certainly, she was here to talk about Julie"s reaction to her living with Glen for the summer. I"d told her I would support her in that, and I would.
She shifted to the very edge of the sofa when I came back into the room, as if preparing for a job interview. I sat down sideways in my favorite overstuffed chair and threw my legs over one of the arms, kicking off my sandals and letting them fall to the floor.
"I know your mom didn"t react well to you wanting to move in with your dad," I said, lifting the gla.s.s to my lips.
She shook her head, dropping her gaze quickly to her hands where they were knotted in her lap. "No," she said. "But that"s not why I"m here."
"No?" I prompted.
She looked at me. Her eyes were were red. red.
"I"m pregnant," she said, catching me completely off guard. My jaw dropped open, but no words came out.
"I"m sorry," she said, as though she"d hurt me.
"But you"re on the pill," I said.
"I missed one." She played with the fringe of the beige afghan lying over the arm of the sofa. "But I took it the next day, the second I remembered. I guess I was too late with it or something."
"How far along are you?" I asked.
"Sixteen weeks," she said. "Almost exactly."
"Sixteen weeks!" I looked at her belly, masked by the loose white top she was wearing. Suddenly it made sense. Her weight gain, her deadened spirit, the lack of life in her face.
"I"m due December twentieth," she said.
"Due?" I asked. "You mean...you plan to have this baby?"
She nodded. "The baby"s father and I talked about it and we decided to have it."
"Who the h.e.l.l is the baby"s father?" I asked, not angrily. Not with much emotion other than confusion. "Your mother said you haven"t even been out on a date in months."
"She"s right," she said. "I haven"t, because I"m totally in love with...the baby"s father and he lives in Colorado. His name is Tanner Stroh."
"How do you know him?" Thoughts were zipping through my mind faster than I could capture them: how Julie would react to this news, my mother becoming a great-grandmother, Shannon"s music career. She was supposed to enter Oberlin in the fall!
"I met him online when I was researching a paper on the Civil War," she said. "He has a Web site that I went to. We started e-mailing. And we talk a lot on the phone."
I used to teach American history, and in spite of myself, I liked the fact that this guy from Colorado, of all places, had a Web site about the Civil War. I managed to stop myself from asking if the site was biased in favor of the North or South.
"And apparently you"ve met in person," I said, motioning toward her midriff.
"He came here over his spring break," she said, tugging one of the pieces of fringe completely free of the afghan. She grimaced, looked at me. "Sorry," she said.
"It"s okay." I moved my hand in a circular motion to keep her talking. "Where did he stay?"
"He has some friends in Montclair." Her lower lip suddenly began to tremble. "He"s awesome, Lucy," she said, shaking her head as if she couldn"t believe her good fortune in meeting him. "You would love him," she said. "I know you would."
I wasn"t at all sure about that. I wished she had told me earlier. Much Much earlier, so we could have had a reasonable conversation about her options. I felt a little betrayed by her. Shannon had always confided in me. I thought I knew everything about her. earlier, so we could have had a reasonable conversation about her options. I felt a little betrayed by her. Shannon had always confided in me. I thought I knew everything about her.
"Why didn"t you ever tell me about this guy?" I asked, thinking of all the lunches and dinners we"d shared during the past six months or so when she"d obviously had this Tanner person on her mind and yet had said nothing.
"I didn"t want to hear you say I was being stupid," she said.
"When have I ever told you you were being stupid?" I asked. "And why would I start now?"
"You know..." She played with the loose piece of fringe in her hands. "Because he lives so far away and I met him on the Internet and everything."
I felt suspicious. "What"s the everything part?" I asked.
"He"s twenty-seven," she said, and stopped playing with the fringe as she waited for my reaction.
I tried not to let the shock show on my face. There were a hundred things I wanted to say, but none of them would be helpful to her.
"And what do you know about him?" I managed to keep my voice steady as I asked the question.
She smiled for the first time since I"d arrived home, one of her dimples showing, and her eyes got the faraway look of a woman smitten.
"He"s so amazing," she said. "He"s in graduate school to get his Ph.D. in history. The Civil War was his undergraduate project. Now he"s working on something about the Holocaust. He"s totally gorgeous and brilliant. He wants to be a college professor," she said, trying to win my heart. She knew I had a soft spot for anyone who teaches.
"What did he say when you told him you were pregnant?" I didn"t trust this totally gorgeous, practically middle-aged future professor one bit. He lived two thousand miles away. He could be some sleazeball fabricating his credentials. But he did have that Web site. I would be sure to check it out.
"He was really upset," she said, "but mostly for me. I mean, he said he didn"t really want me to have an abortion, but he understood how having a baby would screw up my plans for college and everything, and he said that if that"s what I wanted, that"s what I should do."
"And what-"
"I can"t do do it, Lucy." There was a plea in her voice, begging me to understand. "If it happened last year, I would have had an abortion. If it had happened before I was done with high school. But now...it would feel selfish of me to do it now. This is my it, Lucy." There was a plea in her voice, begging me to understand. "If it happened last year, I would have had an abortion. If it had happened before I was done with high school. But now...it would feel selfish of me to do it now. This is my baby. baby." She rested her hands over her barely there belly.
"Oh, sweetie," I said, aching for her. I thought of how hard the past few months must have been for her, keeping this secret from the people who cared most about her. I thought of her 4.2 grade point average and her responsibilities as president of her cla.s.s. How on earth had she held it together so well? She was pretty amazing herself.
"He"ll support me and the baby," she said. "He wants me to move to Colorado and we"ll both get jobs and he"ll go to school part-time. Then, after the baby"s a little older, I can go to college."
Tears burned my eyes. We"d all thought Shannon"s future was so neatly mapped out for her. She"d gotten into a prestigious and compet.i.tive music program. She was talented enough to have a wonderful career ahead of her with a good symphony orchestra. Now I pictured her living a marginal existence in Colorado with a man she barely knew and a baby to take care of.
"You"re majorly upset with me," she said.
"I"m upset, you"re right. It"s too much too quick for me to absorb."
"I know," she said. "I should have told you about him long ago."
"You knew I"d give you flak."
She nodded.
"Only because I love you and worry about you."
She nodded again, swallowing hard, the tremor returning to her lower lip.
I sat upright on the chair, pressing my palms together in the lap of my long skirt. My braid fell over my shoulder as I leaned toward her. "I"m trying to absorb what this means for you," I said. "For your future."
"You know how much I love kids," she said. "I"d planned to be a cellist first and a mom later. I"m just going to reverse the order. I mean, if I had to, like, choose between the two things, I would choose being a mother."
Was that true? Shannon had wanted to be a cellist in a symphony orchestra ever since Julie and Glen took her to her first New York Philharmonic concert when she was five years old. Had the adults in her life, anxious to encourage that dream, ignored her more ordinary ambitions, or was Shannon just kidding herself?
"You always said you had a calling calling to play the cello," I said. to play the cello," I said.
"I still love it," she said. "I still want to play and I still want to go to school...eventually. I just can"t do it now. You didn"t go to college right away. Is that so terrible?"
"Of course not," I said. I wanted to ask if this Tanner guy planned to marry her. I wanted to ask how she planned to take care of a baby and "eventually" go to school. But those questions would not be helpful. Not yet. Instead, I continued listening to her, trying to be as nonjudgmental as possible. She would get enough of that elsewhere.
"How long do you think you can keep this from your mother?" I asked. "Is that why you want to live with your dad? You think he won"t notice?"
"I don"t know what to do, exactly." She stretched the piece of fringe taut between her hands, then dropped it in her lap. "Tanner really can"t have me move in with him until September, because he"s living with some other people right now and there wouldn"t be room for me."
I hated him. Selfish b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I wondered if one of the "other people" was his wife, but I kept my mouth carefully sealed shut.
"So..." She looked at me helplessly. "What should I do? I thought maybe I should live with you, since you know about it, and I just wouldn"t-"
"Uh-uh." I shook my head back and forth. "You have to tell your parents, Shannon.You have have to.You know that, don"t you?" to.You know that, don"t you?"
"Mom will go totally ballistic."