Turtle Moon by Alice Hoffman

Author:Alice Hoffman
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Mystery, Chick-Lit, Contemporary, Romance, Fantasy, Suspense, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9781417616503
Publisher: Berkley Trade
Published: 1992-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Part Six

N Great Neck, in the month of May, you can smell lilacs and freshly cut grass and the sharp, stinging scent of chlorine as pools are cleaned and readied for the summer. On Easterbrook Lane, where the shade trees are more than a hundred years old, it’s nearly impossible to see some of the houses from behind their hedges of rhododendrons, although Lucy manages to spy her front door as soon as the taxi turns the corner.

It’s a white colonial with green shutters, actually quite pretty, and although it was several steps down from her Uncle Jack’s house in Kings Point, Lucy is astounded to see how large it is, how well kept since her departure, almost as if her presence had made the shutters fall off their hinges and crabgrass sprout up along the brick path to the door.

It’s cool here in the mornings; Lucy had forgotten that. The air is blue and fresh, and you can hear dogs barking in the fenced backyards.

Lucy pays the driver and collects her suitcase and purse, but after the taxi has made a U-turn and disappeared she is still standing on the brick path. Someone has planted a new rose bed, and by June there will be huge pink roses lining the walkway. From the moment she left, Lucy erased bits and pieces of this house, until it had become no bigger than a toy she could hold in the palm of her hand. But here it still stands, rooted and sturdy with its red brick chimney. At the front door, Lucy puts her suitcase down on the white wooden bench she once mail-ordered from Smith & Hawken, then runs a hand through her hair.

She had to spend the night in Atlanta, where she curled up in a plastic chair and slept fitfully, and now the front of her hair stands straight up, as though she’s had a bad scare. She has brought almost nothing with her; her suitcase is filled with tank tops and jeans.

It is possible that she may not even have brought a comb.

She knocks twice, and it’s a while before the lock slides open and Evan appears at the door. She’s woken him, and standing there in his blue robe, he’s sleepy and confused. He’s a good-looking man, tall, with the same thick, fair hair as Keith and a face so open it hides nothing, not even the fact that for a moment he doesn’t recognize his ex-wife.

“Lucy,” he says finally. All the color has drained from his face and he doesn’t open the screen door. “What happened? Where’s Keith?”

“He’s fine,” Lucy says. It’s so much easier if you take a deep breath before you begin to lie. “He went to a friend’s and didn’t bother to tell me.

You know how he is,” she adds when Evan looks doubtful.

“You came here to tell me that instead of phoning?” Evan says.

“Actually, I came for the reunion,” Lucy says. If she didn’t have this cover story, she would have to invent one; the truth would only reignite Evan’s desire for custody.

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