“Of course,” Daria said, motioning toward one of the rockers.
“Have a seat.” She knew he had taken a walk on the beach with Shelly a few days earlier, and she wanted to be irritated with him for it. She should be; he had intentionally discounted her concerns. But how could she be angry with him when he’d sent Shelly home in such excited good spirits? Shelly had talked of nothing else that night other than Rory this and Rory that and how she felt certain he could find her mother.
This yearning for her birth mother was brand-new. at least to Daria.
If Shelly had been feeling it, she’d kept it to herself all these years. Daria had talked with her sister about the possibility that Rory might fail to uncover anything new—a very real possiblity, since Daria was going to do her best to make sure that was the case.
Shelly had merely shrugged. “What will be, will be,” she’d said. It was an expression she’d picked up from Chloe, and Daria wondered if Shelly truly understood its meaning.
“So,” Rory asked as he sat down in the rocker, “was that someone you’re seeing?”
Daria was not certain what he meant at first. Then she understood and laughed.
“No, that’s Andy. He’s a bit too young for me.” She wasn’t certain exactly how old Andy was, but he couldn’t have been more than twenty-six or -seven.
“He’s a carpenter. We work together.”
“Ah,” Rory said.
His question had given her the invitation to be equally as inquisitive.
“And how about the woman you just walked to her car? Is she someone you’re seeing?”
“Not yet,” he said.
“I met her on the beach. We talked for a while, and I think we hit it off. She’s recently separated from her husband and seems pretty distressed about it.” He looked in the direction the woman’s car had taken, his interest in her so apparent that Daria felt intrusive for witnessing it.
“Do you think I’d be making a mistake going out with someone who’s newly separated?” he asked.
Yes, she thought. Big mistake, when you have me, ready and willing, living right across the street from you.
“Depends,” she said.
“Does she have a lot of emotional baggage?”
“Don’t we all?” Rory asked with a smile.
“Speak for yourself,” she said, although she knew she had a truckload all her own.
“I think she probably does,” Rory admitted with a sigh.
“She seems… wounded. Like she needs to be taken care of.”
“You always were the caretaker type,” she said, annoyed at the glib tone her voice was taking.
Rory groaned.
“Iwish you hadn’t said that. That’s exactly what the marriage counselor told me. He said that when I met Glorianne, she seemed helpless and needy and that I felt sorry for her and wanted to rescue her. Then when Glorianne got strong, I no longer felt needed. I don’t really buy that interpretation, though. I think as she got stronger, her strength and mine clashed because our values were so different. I don’t think I’m really a caretaker.”
Daria grinned at him.
“Remember that kid everyone used to pick on because he never caught any fish?” she asked.
Rory groaned again.
“You stuck a bunch of your own fish in his pail,” she said. She had thought it was a typical Rory Taylor kindness at the time. Now she realized he was a pathological rescuer. A strong woman didn’t stand a chance with him, and that suddenly irritated the hell out of her.
“So?” He looked defensive.
“Was that a crime?”
“And Polly. You were always rescuing Polly.”
“And you’re always rescuing Shelly.”
“Okay,” she said.
“The rescuing of sisters is hereby excluded from this discussion. Back to the woman.”
“Grace,” he said.
“Grace.” She nodded.
“If you go into it with your eyes open, I suppose it would be okay to go out with her. Just realize she’s probably not too rational at the moment.”
“Are you speaking from experience?” Rory asked.
“What are you implying?”
“I don’t want to bring up a sore subject,” he said, “but Shelly told me your fiance broke up with you a couple of months ago.”
“We are discussing you right now, Rory, not me.” She laughed as if she was teasing him, but the fact was, she was in no mood to discuss Pete and her failed attempt at love. Rory saw through her, though.
“I have a feeling I hit a nerve,” he said, sober now, his intense green gaze on her face, and she felt herself seduced by his sympathy.
The spell of the caretaker.
“Let’s talk about Grace,” she said, although Grace was the last thing she wanted to discuss. Still, Grace seemed to be Rory’s new favorite subject, and so they talked about her until Daria had to leave for her class. And as she drove away from the Sea Shanty, she knew she had drifted into a role she did not want: that of Rory’s summertime confidante.
Ohelly bent over the line of shells in the sand and picked up a piece of turquoise glass, washed smooth by the sea. She examined it, then slipped it into the fabric bag tied around her waist. Smooth glass was a find, and once she polished it, it would make a beautiful necklace or ring. She’d seen man-made tumbled glass, but it always had an unnatural look to her. The sea did a much better job.
It was very early in the morning, the sun peeking out from a purple cloud above the horizon, and she had this stretch of beach to herself.
A few people and a couple of dogs were in the distance both north and south of her, but this area near the cul-de-sac was her own. Thank you. God, for this beautiful morning. There was never a morning on the beach that she didn’t feel close to God. How could she not? His creations were all around her.
Bending over the shells once again, she heard a voice behind her.
“Watch out, Shelly!”
Shelly turned to see a golden retriever racing toward her. The dog leaped at her joyously, nearly knocking her to the ground, and she laughed. She caught her balance and looked up to see two more dogs bounding toward her, followed by their owner, Linda.
“Sorry,” Linda said as she walked closer to Shelly.
“They saw you and just started running.”
“That’s ‘cause they know I love them.” Shelly dropped to her knees to cuddle all three of the dogs.
“Are you finding some good shells this morning?” Linda asked. She was barefoot and moved closer to the water so that it rushed over her feet after each break in the waves.
“Lots of colored glass today,” Shelly said. Standing up, she reached into the bag at her waist and pulled out the turquoise glass to show her.
“Pretty color,” Linda said. She threw the red plastic bumper she was always carrying into the water, and two of the dogs chased after it.
The remaining dog, the one whose name Shelly couldn’t remember, jumped up on Linda, his paws nearly to her shoulders, and she stroked its back.
“You know,” she said, “Jackie’s birthday is coming up in a few weeks, and I would love to commission you to make one of your sea-glass necklaces for her.”
“What does commission mean?” The word was familiar to her. It had something to do with the way she sold her jewelry in the shops, but she didn’t know what Linda meant, using it the way she did.
The dog jumped off Linda and ran into the ocean, where the other dogs were fighting over the bumper.
“I mean, I’d love you to make a necklace that I could buy specifically for Jackie,” Linda said.
“Oh, sure, that would be easy,” Shelly said.
“Come over to the Sea Shanty and pick out a piece of glass and the style of necklace you would like, and I’ll make it.”
“Great,” Linda said. Melissa dropped the bumper at her feet, and she picked it up and threw it into the waves again.
“Isn’t it amazing that Rory Taylor’s on the cul-de-sac for the summer?” Linda asked.
“Yeah, it’s great,” Shelly said.
“Melissa hangs out with him sometimes.”
Linda looked at her dogs, who were jumping over the breaking waves to get to the bumper.
“So that’s where she’s been,” she said.
“Daria and Chloe knew him when he was a kid,” Shelly said.
“Yes, so did I. Although I don’t think he remembers me. I was pretty shy and quiet back then.”
“Oh, yeah, I think he remembers you,” Shelly said.
“Daria and Chloe were telling him who still lived around here, and he knew who you were. I don’t think he knew you were a lesbian, though.”
Linda laughed.
“Even didn’t know it back then. I just knew I was different.”p>
“Like I know I’m different,” Shelly said. She hoped Linda didn’t think she meant that she was a lesbian. She knew for a fact that she was not. It was hard for her to understand how a woman could want to be the lover of another woman, but she liked Linda and Jackie, and if that’s what they wanted to do, that was okay with her.
“You are wonderfully different. Shelly,” Linda said. She called to one of her dogs, who was sniffing at the overturned shell of a horseshoe crab, and the dog trotted obediently to her side for a biscuit she had hidden in her shirt pocket.
Shelly wanted to tell Linda that Daria was madly in love with Rory, but knew her sister would not appreciate her blabbing that fact around the neighborhood. It was so wonderful, though, to see some life in Daria’s eyes again. even if Rory had not yet gotten the message that she was beautiful and available. Shelly hoped he would figure it out soon, or else she would have to bop him over the head with it. Daria had seemed almost dead since Pete broke off their engagement and she’d stopped being an EMT, and Shelly longed to see joy in her sister’s face. She would do anything for Daria, no matter what the cost.
“Do you know what Rory is here for?” Shelly asked.
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