"That's the star that led the Wise Men to the manger. "See the star in the center?" he told her. He'd held it out to her in the palm of his hand. She pictured him bending to pick up a sand dollar, intact but fragile. How had she and Jim got from there to here? Ava thought. "So crowded," she murmured, and Ava agreed, looking around at the tattooed and pierced people. Remembering these thingsthe coconut smell of sunscreen and the feel of her hand in Jim's large warm onesent a sharp stab of pain through her as Ava squeezed in at the crowded bar.Ĭate was trying to get the bartender's attention. Or walked slowly along the shore at low tide searching for shells and sea glass, which still filled various bowls and vases around the house. When she and Jim went to the beach, they lolled together on striped chaise lounges instead of riding the waves. But Ava had never been good at things like that.
Since Jim had moved out, Cate had convinced Ava to join her at the pool or a yoga class. She was a bike rider, a touch football player, someone always ready to pick up a racket or throw a ball. Even in winter, Cate woke early every day and went to the Y to swim.
"I'm going to try one," Cate said, opening the door of a bar.Īva followed her friend, watching her sturdy back and broad shoulders.
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