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Thee　fully　forth　emerging；　silent；　gazing；　pondering　the　themes

thou　lovest　best；

Night；　sleep；　death　and　the　stars。

He　smiled　to　himself。　For　some　reason　Whitman　always　reminded　him　of　New　Bern；　and　he　was　glad　he’d　e　back。　Though　he’d　been　away　for　fourteen　years；　this　was　Home　and　he　knew　a　lot　of　people　here；　most　of　them　from　his　youth。　It　wasn’t　surprising。　Like　so　many　southern　towns；　the　people　who　lived　here　never　changed；　they　just　grew　a　bit　older。

His　best　friend　these　days　was　Gus；　a　seventy…year…old　black　man　who　lived　down　the　road。　They　had　met　a　couple　of　weeks　after　Noah　bought　the　house；　when　Gus　had　shown　up　with　some　Homemade　liquor　and　Brunswick　stew；　and　the　two　had　spent　their　first　evening　together　getting　drunk　and　telling　stories。

　Now　Gus　showed　up　a　couple　of　nights　a　week；　usually　around　eight。　With　four　kids　and　eleven　grandchildren　in　the　house；　he　needed　to　get　out　now　and　then；　and　Noah　couldn’t　blame　him。　Usually　Gus　would　bring　his　harmonica　and；　after　talking　for　a　little　while；　they’d　play　a　few　songs　together。

He’d　e　to　regard　Gus　as　family。　There　really　wasn’t　anyone　else；　at　least　not　since　his　father　died　last　year。　He　was　an　only　child　and　his　mother　had　died　of　influenza　when　he　was　two。　And　though　he　had　wanted　to　at　one　time；　he　had　never　married。

But　he　had　been　in　love　once；　that　he　knew。　Once　and　only　once；　and　a　long　time　ago。　And　it　had　changed　him　forever。　Per…fect　love　did　that　to　a　person；　and　this　had　been　perfect。

Coastal　clouds　slowly　began　to　roll　across　the　evening　sky；　turn…ing　silver　with　the　reflection　of　the　moon。　As　they　thickened；　he　leaned　his　head　back　against　the　rocking　chair。　His　legs　moved　automatically；　keeping　a　steady　rhythm；　and　he　felt　his　mind　drift…ing　back　to　a　warm　evening　like　this　fourteen　years　ago。

It　was　just　after　graduation　1932；　the　opening　night　of　the　Neuse　River　Festival。　The　town　was　out　in　full；　enjoying　barbecues　and　games　of　chance。　It　was　humid　that　night—for　some　reason　he　remembered　that　clearly。　He　arrived　alone；　and　as　he　strolled　through　the　crowd；　looking　for　friends；　he　saw　Fin　and　Sarah；　two　people　he’d　grown　up　with；　talking　to　a　girl　he’d　never　seen　before。　She　was　pretty；　he　remembered　thinking；　and　when　he　finally　joined　them；　she　looked　his　way　with　a　pair　of　hazy　eyes。　　“Hi；”　she’d　said　simply　as　she　offered　her　hand。　“Finley’s　told　me　a　lot　about　you。”

An　ordinary　beginning；　something　that　would　have　been　forgot…ten　had　it　been　anyone　but　her。　But　as　he　shook　her　hand　and　met　those　striking　emerald　eyes；　he　knew　before　he’d　taken　his　next　breath　that　she　was　the　one　he　could　spend　the　rest　of　his　life　look…ing　for　but　never　find　again。　She　seemed　that　good；　that　perfect。

From　there；　it　went　like　a　tornado　wind。　Fin　told　him　she　was　spending　the　summer　in　New　Bern　with　her　family；　because　her　father　worked　for　a　tobacco　firm；　and　though　he　only　nodded；　the　way　she　was　looking　at　him　made　his　silence　seem　okay。　Fin　laughed　then；　because　he　knew　what　was　happening；　and　Sarah　suggested　they　get　some　cherry　cokes；　and　the　four　of　them　stayed　at　the　festival　until　the　crowds　were　thin　and　everything　closed　up　for　the　night。

　They　met　the　following　day；　and　the　day　after　that；　and　they　soon　became　inseparable。　Every　morning　but　Sunday；　when　he　had　to　go　to　church；　he　would　finish　his　chores　as　quickly　as　possible；　then　make　a　straight　line　to　Fort　Totten　Park；　where　she’d　be　waiting　for　him。　Because　she　was　a　newer　and　hadn’t　lived　in　a　small　town　before；　they　spent　their　days　doing　things　that　were　pletely　new　to　her。　He　taught　her　how　to　bait　a　line　and　fish　the　shallows　for　largemouth　bass　and　took　her　exploring　through　the　backwoods　of　the　Croatan　Forest。　They　rode　in　canoes　and　watched　summer　thunderstorms；　and　it　seemed　as　though　they’d　always　known　each　other。

But　he　learned　things　as　well。　At　the　town　dance　in　the　tobacco　barn；　it　was　she　who　taught　him　how　to　waltz　and　do　the　Charleston；　and　though　they　stumbled　through　the　first　few　songs；　her　patience　with　him　eventually　paid　off；　and　they　danced　together　until　the　music　ended。　He　walked　her　Home　afterwards；　and　when　they　paused　on　the　porch　after　saying　good　night；　he　kissed　her　for　the　first　time　and　wondered　why　he　had　waited　as　long　as　he　had。

Later　in　the　summer　he　brought　her　to　this　house；　looked　past　the　decay；　and　told　her　that　one　day　he　was　going　to　own　it　and　fix　it　up。　They　spent　hours　together　talking　about　their　dreams—his　of　seeing　the　world；　hers　of　being　an　artist—and　on　a　humid　night　in　August。　They　both　lost　their　virginity。　When　she　left　three　weeks　later；　she　took　a　piece　of　him　and　the　rest　of　summer　with　her。　He　watched　her　leave　town　on　an　early　rainy　morning；　watched　through　eyes　that　hadn’t　slept　the　night　before；　then　went　Home　and　packed　a　hag。　He　spent　the　next　week　alone　on　Harkers　Island。

Noah　checked　his　watch。　Eight　twelve。　He　got　up　and　walked　to　the　front　of　the　house　and　looked　up　the　road。　Gus　wasn’t　in　sight；　and　Noah　figured　he　wouldn’t　be　ing。　He　went　back　to　his　rocker　and　sat　again。

He　remembered　talking　to　Gus　about　her。　The　first　time　he　mentioned　her。　Gus　started　to　shake　his　head　and　laugh。　“So　that’s　the　ghost　you　been　running　from。”　When　asked　what　he　meant。　Gus　said。　“You　know；　the　ghost；　the　memory。　I　been　watchin’　you　workin’　day　and　night；　slavin’　so　hard　you　barely　have　time　to　catch　your　breath。　People　do　that　for　three　reasons。　Either　they　crazy；　or　stupid；　or　tryin’　to　forget。　And　with　you；　I　knew　you　was　tryin’　to　forget。　I　just　didn’t　know　what。”

　Gus　was　right；　of　course。　New　Bern　was　haunted　now。　Haunted　by　the　ghost　of　her　memory。　He　saw　her　in　Fort　Totten　Park；　their　place；　every　time　he　walked　by。　When　he　sat　on　the　porch　at　night　with　his　guitar；　he　saw　her　beside　him；　listening　as　he　played　the　music　of　his　childhood。　Everywhere　he　looked；　he　saw　things　that　brought　her　back　to　life。

Noah　shook　his　head；　and　when　her　image　began　to　fade　he　returned　to　Whitman。　He　read　for　an　hour；　looking　up　every　now　and　then　to　see　raccoons　and　possums　scurrying　near　the　creek。　At　nine　thirty　he　closed　the　book；　went　upstairs　to　the　bedroom　and　wrote　in　his　journal。　Forty　minutes　later　he　was　sleeping。　Clem　wandered　up　the　stairs；　sniffed　him　as　he　slept；　and　then　paced　in　circles　before　finally　curling　up　at　the　foot　of　his　bed。

EARLIER　THAT　evening　and　a　hundred　miles　away；　she　sat　alone　on　the　porch　swing　of　her　parents’　Home；　one　leg　tucked　beneath　her；　wondering　if　she’d　made　the　right　decision。　She’d　struggled　with　it　for　days—and　had　struggled　some　more　this　evening—but　in　the　end　she　knew　she　would　never　forgive　herself　if　she　let　the　oppor…tunity　slip　away。

Lon　didn’t　know　the　real　reason　she　left　the　following　morning。　The　week　before；　she’d　hinted　to　him　that　she　might　want　to　visit　some　antique　shops　near　the　coast。　“It’s　just　a　couple　of　days；”　she　said；　“and　besides；　I　need　a　break　from　planning　the　wedding。”　She　felt　bad　about　the　lie；　but　knew　there　was　no　way　she　could　tell　him　the　truth。　Her　leaving　had　nothing　to　do　with　him；　and　it　wouldn’t　he　fair　of　her　to　ask　him　to　understand。

It　was　an　easy　drive　from　Raleigh；　slightly　more　than　two　hours；　and　she　arrived　a　little　before　eleven。　She　checked　into　a　small　inn　downtown；　went　to　her　room　and　unpacked　her　suitcase；　hanging　her　dresses　in　the　closet　and　putting　everything　else　in　the　drawers。　She　had　a　quick　lunch；　asked　the　waitress　for　directions　to　the　nearest　antique　stores；　then　spent　the　next　few　hours　shopping。　By　four　thirty　she　was　back　in　her　room。

She　sat　on　the　edge　of　the　bed；　picked　up　the　phone　and　called　Lon。　He　couldn’t　speak　long；　but　before　they　hung　up　she　gave　him　the　phone　number　where　she　was　staying　and　promised　to　call　the　following　day。　Good；　she　thought　while　hanging　up　the　phone。　Routine　conversation；　nothing　out　of　the　ordinary。　Nothing　to　make　him　suspicious。

　She’d　known　him　almost　four　years　now；　it　was　1942　when　they　met；　the　world　at　war　and　America　one　year　in。　Everyone　was　doing　their　part　and　she　was　volunteering　at　the　hospital　down…town。　The　first　waves　of　wounded　young　soldiers　were　ing　Home；　and　she　spent　her　days　with　broken　men　and　shattered　bodies。　When　Lon；　with　his　easy　charm；　introduced　himself　at　a　party；　she　saw　in　him　exactly　what　she　needed：　someone　with　con…fidence　about　the　future　and　a　sense　of　humour　that　drove　all　her　fears　away。

He　was　handsome；　intelligent　and　driven；　a　successful　lawyer　eight　years　older　than　she；　and　he　pursued　his　job　with　passion；　not　only　winning　cases　but　also　making　a　name　for　himself。　She　understood　his　vigorous　pursuit　of　success；　for　her　father　and　most　of　the　men　she　met　in　her　social　circle　were　the　same　way。　Like　them；　he’d　been　raised　that　way；　and；　in　the　caste　system　of　the　South；　family　name　and　acplishments　were　often　the　most　important　consideration　in　marriage。　In　some　cases　they　were　the　only　consideration。

Though　she　had　quietly　rebelled　against　this　idea　since　child…hood　and　had　dated　a　few　men　best　described　as　reckless；　she　found　herself　drawn　to　Lon’s　easy　ways　and　had　gradually　e　to　love　him。　Despite　the　long　hours　he　worked；　he　was　good　to　her。　He　was　a　gentleman；　mature　and　responsible；　and　during　those　terrible　periods　of　the　war　when　she　needed　someone　to　hold　her；　he　never　once　turned　her　away。　She　felt　secure　with　him　and　knew　he　loved　her　as　well　and　that　was　why　she　had　accepted　his　proposal。

Thinking　these　things　made　her　feel　guilty　about　being　here；　and　she　knew　she　should　pack　her　things　and　leave　before　she　changed　her　mind。　She　picked　up　her　handbag；　hesitated　and　almost　made　it　to　the　door。　But　coincidence　had　pushed　her　here；　and　she　put　the　bag　down；　again　realizing　that　if　she　quit　now　she　would　always　wonder　what　would　have　happened。　She　couldn’t　live　with　that

She　went　to　the　bathroom　and　started　a　bath。　After　checking　the　temperature　she　walked　to　the　chest　of　drawers　in　the　bedroom；　taking　off　her　gold　earrings　as　she　crossed　the　room。　She　found　her　sponge　bag；　opened　it　and　pulled　out　a　razor　and　a　bar　of　soap；　then　undressed　in　front　of　the　chest　of　drawers。　She　looked　at　herself　in　the　mirror。　Her　body　was　firm　and　well　proportioned；　breasts　softly　rounded；　stomach　flat；　legs　slim。　She’d　inherited　her　mother’s　high　cheekbones；　smooth　skin　and　blonde　hair；　but　her　best　feature　was　her　own。　She　had　“eyes　like　ocean　waves”；　as　Lon　liked　to　say。

Taking　the　razor　and　soap；　she　went　to　the　bathroom　again；　turned　off　the　tap；　set　a　towel　where　she　could　reach　it　and　stepped　gingerly　into　the　bath。

She　liked　the　way　a　bath　relaxed　her；　and　she　slipped　lower　in　the　water。　The　day　had　been　long　and　her　back　was　tense；　but　she　was　pleased　she　had　finished　shopping　so　quickly。　She　had　to　go　hack　to　Raleigh　with　something　tangible；　and　the　things　she　had　picked　out　would　work　fine。　She　made　a　mental　note　to　find　the　names　of　some　other　stores　in　the　Beaufort　area；　then　suddenly　doubted　she　would　need　to。　Lon　wasn’t　the　type　to　check　up　on　her。

She　reached　for　the　soap；　lathered　up　and　began　to　shave　her　legs。　As　she　did；　she　thought　about　her　parents　and　what　they　would　think　of　her　behaviour。　No　doubt　th