like their grandfather used to wear, a brown hacking jacket, and a faded tweed cap. He must have come from the bluffs around the bend. Annie suspected he might have seen Ronan pass by, but she didnât dare ask.
The manâs border collie tore down the embankment, wagging his tail and barking. âDonât mind Patch. Heâs friendly. Happy for the company, no doubt. We donât get many visitors here,â he said, his voice low, with a hint of a rasp. He was missing a tooth, like Annie. She wondered if the tooth fairy ever paid visits to elderly people. âWhere did you two come from?â
âBoston,â Annie said.
âBoston. Thatâs a long way from here.â
Patch leaped up and licked Annieâs face. She supposed the dog must have been named for the spot of black over his left eye. âWeâre visiting for the summer,â Annie said.
âLike the migrating swallows, eh? Youâve both come for the season. And where might you be staying?â
âAt our great-aunt Maireâs cottage, over there.â
Ella tugged at her elbow. Annie shook her off. What? Aunt Maire probably knew him anyway, so what was the harm?
He paused for a moment. âThe prodigal daughter returns. . . .â
âWhat do you mean?â Ella was clearly trying to make up her mind about him.
âThat itâs been a long time since your mother has been to the island. I remember her well.â
âYou were here then?â Ella asked.
âIâve lived here my whole life. Iâm one of the old-timers. Reilly Neale is my name. Fixing up the boat, are you? Used to be your grandmotherâs when she was youngâand her fatherâs before that. How that boat lasted so long, Iâll never know,â he went on. âMust have put a good finish on it. Wish I knew what they used.â
âMaybe itâs magic,â Annie said.
âMaybe.â His eyes crinkled. âI could get it seaworthy, if you promise to keep to the cove and not to get into too much mischief. Got materials at home for the job.â
Annie looked at her older sister. They could certainly use expert advice.
âYou know something about boats?â Ella asked.
âKnow something about boats? Been sailing since I could walk. Would be still, if my sight werenât going.â
âAll right,â Ella said. âYouâre hired.â
âWe canât pay much,â Annie warned, not wanting to mislead him.
He laughed. âConsider it a donation to the cause. Iâll be back shortly,â he said. âI live on the other side of the point.â
R eilly returned within a half hour, bearing not only caulking and varnish but potato and cheese pies, cookies, three cups, and a flask of lemonade, which heâd tucked into a carrier fastened to Patchâs back. âThought you might like to have a picnic after weâre done working.â He sat down on a piece of driftwood with a wince. He smelled strongly of cigarettes, but he didnât smoke in front of them. âItâs the arthritis,â he said. He walked with a hitch, he told them, due to a fishing accident and an accumulation of misfortunes. âThings start to wear out when youâre old.â
âHow old are you?â Ella asked.
âEighty-five, this July.â
âThat is old,â Annie said.
âSpoken with the unflinching honesty of youth.â He gave each of them a putty knife and held out a tin of thick brown goo. âSpread this on the seams. Not too thick. No need to frost it like a cake.â
âWill there be a party and cake for your birthday?â Annie asked.
âProbably not.â
âSure, there will. Your familyââ
âMy family left years ago.â
âWhy?â
He paused. âIt was right before your grandmother disappeared. Thereâs no use dressing it up. The truth is, I used to drink too much in those days,
Clara Moore
Lucy Francis
Becky McGraw
Rick Bragg
Angus Watson
Charlotte Wood
Theodora Taylor
Megan Mitcham
Bernice Gottlieb
Edward Humes