If You're Lucky by Yvonne Prinz

Author:Yvonne Prinz
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Algonquin Books
Published: 2015-09-27T16:00:00+00:00

Seventeen

From my bedroom window I watched my mom in her studio. She was examining the pots she’d pulled from her kiln the day before, picking up one at a time and slowly turning them to see every side. She put one down in the center of her worktable and picked up her camera and took a photo of it.

A few days had passed since the incident at the beach so my mom wasn’t watching me quite as closely anymore. I’d been planning a trip down to Fin’s cottage for a while and now seemed like a good time to slip away unnoticed. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was looking for but I would know when I saw it. I pulled on my jeans and left out the back door. I started down the hill, walking briskly. I knew that Fin was out of his place because I’d listened from my room when he picked up Rocket earlier.

When I got close to Jeff and Miles’s house, I slowed my pace and tried to look casual, like I was out for a stroll. I turned into their drive. It was all clear. I looked around and quickly crossed the lawn to the cottage at the back of the property. The redwood on the exterior was weather-worn to a smooth silver. Red-and-white-checkered curtains hung in the window. It looked like a fairy-tale place.

The latch on the wooden door gave easily. Once inside, I walked around the small cabin, making sure that there were no signs that anyone was there. I looked out the window. All was quiet except for the gentle rolling sound of the waves and the crows cawing in the redwoods. An Italian coffeemaker sat on the small stove. The side of it felt barely warm. There were two used coffee mugs on the countertop, one with Sonia’s bright lipstick on the edge. A plastic honey bear sat next to the mugs. Honey dripped down its belly. All around me were mementos of a couple in love: rocks and shells picked up on the beach and carefully lined up on a wooden shelf, candles burned down to nubs, a half-full bottle of red wine with the cork forced back in, and the white sheets on the unmade bed entwined like the ghosts of lovers. On the top of the dresser in a driftwood frame there was a photo of Lucky, Fin, and Sonia. I picked it up. It was taken on a beach in Australia. Sonia is in the middle and has her arms around both guys’ waists.

Fin’s guitar leaned against a straight-backed wooden chair. I went to it and picked it up carefully. The finish was worn down to the bare wood where a pick had rubbed against it thousands of times. On the back of the neck, the initials YS were burned into the wood in curly script—Yuri Sacula, Fin’s dad. I set it down. I pulled open the wooden drawers on an old carved dresser. Most of

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.