wore warm shirts and fleece pullovers. I kept my jacket on. We huddled around the hearth where two logs sparked with a dull glow; a third had barely caught, flames just licking the top edge.
The brass screen had been set aside, as if to keep the wire mesh from holding back the fading warmth. I glanced around for a poker, but saw nothing to stoke the fire. There didnât seem to be any more wood either.
I was afraid to ask about the heat, or lack of it. Anything can trigger Anne, especially when it comes to Frederik. She might have taken my question as implied criticism of his ability or willingness to provide basic needs for his family. Sheâs very defensive about him. But the truth is, sheâs always had a strange, secret side when it came to men. She puts them on pedestals, and then subverts them in ways theyâd never guess.
Iâll confess something else: Anne and I had probably been the closest sisters on earth, but we have never been completely, one-hundred-percent easy with each other. I donât believe Anne can be that way with anyone.
While we sat and talked today, she was old Anne, and it felt as if sheâd spent the last five years waiting for my visit.
The children seemed numb at first. They smelled the pearl-white roses Iâd brought, and touched the Valentine cards and books, and looked up at me as if they werenât sure whether they should smile or not. Iâd brought my camera, and I took a picture. Their hesitant smiles killed me.
âWho is she?â Gilly whispered to Anne.
âSheâs your aunt,â Anne said.
He stared, as if heâd never heard the word before.
âIâm your motherâs sister,â I said.
âMommy doesnât have a sister,â Gilly said.
âI do,â Anne said. âJust like you do.â
She squeezed my hand so they would see. Grit broke into a smile.
I asked if they drew pictures, and they both ran to get their drawings. Soon we were coloring together, and Anne seemed happy and almost relaxed, and except for the cold, everything was all right.
I hadnât been to the house in five years, since right after Anne married Frederik. Theyâd invited my mother, Paul, and me to their
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party. That night of the party is stamped in my mind. Climbing out of the car, I had my first look at their formidable glass house on the lighthouse road, surrounded by acres of scrub pines and thick brambles, an incredible habitat for birds. We rang the doorbell, and Frederik answered.
He kissed my mother and me, once on each cheek, and shook my fiancé, Paul Traynorâs, hand. He took our coats, gestured around the majestic, cathedral-ceilinged room. âIâm king of all I survey,â Frederik said in his elegant Danish accent. âAnd now Anne is queen.â
âKing Frederik and Queen Anne!â I said.
Frederik didnât smile, and he backed away. âPlease enjoy my glasswork and help yourself to glogg and the buffet. I must find Anne and tell her you are here.â
âThat was weird,â I said to my mother and Paul. âDid I do something wrong?â
âNo,â Mom said. âMaybe the humor got lost in translation.â
âMaybe itâs not a joke and he really thinks heâs king. Heâs definitely an over-shaker,â Paul said, flexing his hand.
We laughed because Paul was six-three, a rock climber, park ranger, and long-distance runner, and Frederik was five-eight tops, bald, with a slim, even fragile build, dressed head to toe in black. He gave the impression of either a retired cat burglar or a ballet dancer.
Sarah Cole, Anneâs and my childhood friend, and her boyfriend, Max Hughes, came over, hugs all around.
âHave you seen her yet?â Sarah asked.
âNo, have you?â
âItâs totally mysterious. Weâve been here half an hour, and no sign yet.â
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