back to the house."
I followed him. When we entered the house
again, Uncle Jacob asked Cary in to talk about the
lobster business with them. I told them good night and
went to my room to read. A little while later I heard
Cary go up to his attic hideaway. I listened to him
scuffle about and then all grew quiet, but for the
muffled voices of Uncle Jacob, Aunt Sara, and their
friends below.
My eyelids felt heavy. I dozed off, woke up,
went to the bathroom, returned, and dressed for bed.
After I put the lights out, I gazed out the window and
saw the moon walk on the ocean. How beautiful. Had
Laura looked out this window and been thrilled by it?
What was she really like? I had Aunt Sara's constant
descriptions, comparisons, and remarks, but somehow
I thought there was more to her daughter than she
knew.
Cary knew, I thought. She had been his twin,
but he was afraid or unwilling to talk about her. It
would take time, but more importantly, it would take
trust. I wondered if I could ever get him to trust me
with the secrets of his heart. I knew he had secrets
buried deeply.
I closed my eyes and lay back on my pillow and thought about Mommy. Where was she tonight? I swallowed back my tears and pressed for sleep to
keep myself from thinking sad thoughts. Was that what Cary did every night?
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A Cocoon of Lies
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The next morning, Sunday, we went to church