Page 27
Chapter Thirteen
Dean carried the breakfast tray up to his brothers bedroom. It wasnt much--a glass of juice, a soft-boiled egg, and a piece of wheat toast. He knewEric wouldnt eat more than a few small bites, but it made life seem normal, this offering of food.
When Dean stepped into the room, he found his brother already awake, sitting up in bed.
“Heya, Dino,” Eric said.
Dean set the tray down, helped his brother sit up higher in the bed, then carefully placed the tray across Erics lap.
“Ill bet this smells great,” Eric said as Dean went to the window and flipped the curtains open.
Dean opened the casement window just enough to let in the sound of the sea. When he turned back around, he noticed how wan and wasted his brother looked this morning. The shadows beneath his eyes were as dark as bruises. He seemed to have grown sicker since yesterday. “Bad night?”
Eric nodded. His head lolled back into the pillows, as if the pretense of eating breakfast hadexhausted him. “I cant seem to sleep anymore, which is pretty damned ironic since its all I do. The pain cocktail knocks me out but its not the same as a good nights sleep. ” He smiled tiredly. “Its funny the things you miss. I dont dream anymore. ”
Dean pulled his chair up to the bed and sat down.
“I wanted to talk to you last night, but I couldnt seem to stay focused. ”
Dean reached out and held his brothers cold, thin hand.
Eric turned to him, smiling. “I always thought wed come back to this house as old men. I pictured us sitting on the porch. Wed have white hair by then. . . or maybe only I would have hair; and youd be bald asGrandpa. Wed play Chinese checkers and watch your kids run up and down the dock, looking for shrimp. ”
Dean let himself be carried away by the dream. “Theyd have nets . . . just like we used to. ”
Erics eyes fluttered shut. "I wonder whatever happened to those nets we bought every year? You and Ruby used to play down on that dock for hours. . .
Dean swallowed hard. He thought about changing the subject, but suddenly he wanted to remember her, to reminisce with someone whod known her. “Sometimes when I close my eyes at night, I hear her laughing, yelling at me to hurry up. She was always running off ahead. ”
“I thought Id be the best man at your wedding. Its crazy, isnt it, you and Ruby were sixteen years old, but I thought it was true love. ”
“I thought so, too. ”
Eric looked at him. “And now?”
Dean wanted to smile, pretend it was just a silly question between grown men about something that had happened long ago and didnt matter. But what was the point? He knew now how precious this time with Eric was. It was obvious that it was running out, leaking away like the color in his brothers cheeks. “Now I know it was. ”
“Shes on Summer Island. ”
Dean frowned; it took a moment for the full impact of those words to hit him. “Rubys at the summer house?”
Eric grinned. “Yep. ”
Dean leaned back. “What . . . with her husband and kids?”
“Shes never been married, baby brother. I wonder why that is?”
Dean stood up and strode toward the window. He stared through the glass, trying to see Summer Island through the trees. His heart was beating so fast he felt faint. Ruby is here.
“Go see her,” Eric said softly.
Dean changed into a pair of Levis and a T-shirt. At the front door; he slipped on his boat shoes and grabbed his ten-speed from its resting place beneath the eaves. There was no doubt that in this week of June, with the sun shining brightly on the islands, the ferry lines would be endless. Bikes always got on first.
He pedaled down the short, winding hill to the dock and got lucky. A boat was loading. He got right on.
He didnt go up top. Instead, he stood with his bike at the bow of the boat, barely noticing the cars streaming into lines behind him.
On Summer Island, he didnt even wave to Sister Helen as he bicycled past. By the time he swooped onto the Bridges heavily shaded driveway, he was sweating and out of breath. At the top of the yard, he jumped off the bike and let it clatter to the ground.
Then he stopped. For the first time, he wondered what in the hell he was doing, running toward his first love as if eleven years hadnt passed, as if hed seen her Yesterday . . .
But theyd been apart for all of their adulthood; he had no way of knowing whether shed thought of him At all.
Their last day together came at him in a rush of images and phrases.
The sky had been robins-egg blue. Strangely, he remembered looking up, seeing the white trail from a passing jet. Hed been about to point it out to Ruby, to start their familiar “if I were on that plane, where would I be going?” daydream.
But when hed turned to her; hed seen what he should have noticed before.
Shed been crying.
That was not so unusual, of course; those were the days when Ruby had cried all the time.
The difference was, this time, she wouldnt let him get near her. He couldnt remember precisely what hed said, how hed tried uselessly to comfort her. What he did recall was how she finally stilled, and the sight ofRuby, his Ruby, looking pale and cold had scared him.
I had sex with a boy last night. Shed said it without preamble, as if shed wanted to wound him with her confession.
He had pulled the whole, sordid story out of her; one painful syllable at a time, and when she was finished, he knew all the facts, but they hadnt added up to a whole truth he could understand.
If hed been older; more sexually experienced, he would have known the question to ask, the only one that mattered: Why? But hed been seventeen and a virgin himself. All hed cared about was the promise he and Ruby had made . . . to wait for each other until marriage.
Anger and hurt had overwhelmed him. Shed lied to him, and she hadnt loved him as much as hed loved her. Hed felt foolish and used. Hed waited desperately for her to throw herself at his feet, to beg for forgiveness, but shed just stood there, close enough to touch and yet so far away he couldnt see her clearly. Or maybe it was his tears that were blurring the world, turning her into a girl hed never seen before.
Go ahead, shed said, staring dully up at him. Go. Its over.
Hed had to leave fast-before she could see that he was crying. Hed turned away from her and run back to his bike. Hed pedaled hard, trying to outdistance pain, but it had raged inside of him, thumping with every beat of his heart. Everywhere hed looked, hed seen her . . . In the shade of Miss McGintys oak tree, where hed read Shakespeares sonnets to Ruby the previous week . . . in the tree-lined darkness of the state parks driveway, where theyd once set up their lemonade stand. And finally, on his parents land, where hed kissed her for the first time.
At home, hed picked up the phone and called his mother. Within hours, hed been on a seaplane, heading for Seattle. By the next day, hed been on his way to boarding school back east.
Whatever should have been said or done between them had been lost.
Dean released his breath in a steady, even stream. There was no turning back now.
He walked down the path and stepped up onto the porch. After another quick breath, he knocked.
And she answered.
The minute he saw her, he understood what had been missing from his life. It was hokey, he knew, and sentimental and sappy, but that didnt make it any less true. What hed been longing for; without even realizing it, had been that elusive, magical mixture of friendship and passion that hed only ever found with her.
“Ruby,” he whispered. It actually hurt to say her name. She was so beautiful that for a second he couldnt breathe.
“Dean,” she said, her eyes widening.
He didnt know what to say. He felt like a seventeen year-old kid again, tongue-tied in front of the prom queen. He was trying like hell to appear casual, but it was difficult. He was sweating suddenly and his throat was painfully dry.
All he could think was, Rubys home, and she was standing in front of him and he didnt want to say the wrong thing, but he couldnt imagine what the right thing was. Hed dreamed of seeing her for so long, but now . . . the moment felt spun from sugar, so fragile a soft breeze could shatter it. “I . . . Uh . . . I came home to see Eric . . . you probably heard about that. ”
“How is he?” Her voice was barely audible.
“Not good. ”
She closed her eyes for a second, then looked up at him again. “Im here with my mother. She had a car accident and Im taking care of her. ”
You? It had slipped out, an intimate observation from a man whod once known the girl. He was instantly afraid hed offended her.
A smile hitched one side of her mouth. “I know. I should call Ripleys Believe It or Not. ”
“So, youve forgiven her, then. ”
Sadness darkened her eyes. “Forgiveness doesnt matter, does it, Dean? When a thing is done, its done. You cant unring a bell. ” She smiled, but it wasnt the smile he remembered, the one that crinkled her whole face and sparkled in her eyes. She seemed to be waiting for him to say something, but he couldnt think fast enough, and as usual, she didnt wait long. “Well, it was good seeing you again. Nora is in my old room. Say hello before you leave. Shed hate to miss you. ”
And with that, she walked past him and headed down to the beach.
Ruby thought she was going to be sick. That was why shed left Dean so quickly. She couldnt stand there, making polite conversation, not when it felt as if carbonated water had replaced her blood.
She ran down the path toward the beach and sat down on her favorite moss-covered rock, just as shed done a thousand times in her life.
“Ruby?”
She heard her name, spoken softly in the voice that had filled her dreams since adolescence, and she froze.
Her heart picked up a wild, thumping beat.
She hadnt heard his footsteps, hadnt prepared to see him again so quickly.
“Can I sit with you?”
She tried not to remember all the hours theyd spent here, huddled out on this rock, staring first out to sea, then gradually at each other. She sidled to the right it had always been her side.
Dean sat down beside her
She felt his thigh along hers, and she ached to scoot closer . . . to lay her hand on his the way shed done so many times before. But shed lost that right. In her angry, confused youth, shed thrown it away.
She had always known that she still carried a torch for Dean, but obviously she hadnt understood what that meant. It was more than fond memories or adolescent longings. A torch was hot; it would scar your flesh if you werent careful.
“This brings back memories,” he said softly.
She didnt mean to turn to him, but she couldnt help herself. She wanted to say something witty, but when she gazed into his blue eyes, she was sixteen again. Except he had become a man. Lines bracketed his mouth and crows-feet fanned out from the corners of his eyes. If it were possible, he was even more handsome now.
She felt a rush of shame. If only shed worn better clothes today than torn black shorts and a ragged T-shirt, or cut her hair recently. He was probably disgusted that shed let herself get so. . . ugly.
She reached deep inside for a casual voice. “Its good to see you again,” she said, staring back out at the sea. “I hear from Caro that youre a corporate bigwig now. ”