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I'd been living in sheltered housing in Camden, had no money, had to line up
to get free food from a Hare Krishna soup-wagon. All my friends were dead
apart from one, and he despised me. Apart from the clothes I stood up in
when I arrived in Panama, my only other possessions were in a bag stuck in
Left Luggage at a London railway station. She had a point.
"And no sooner have we settled down here than you take off again. Not
much for a girl to brag to her mother about, is it?" She paused.
"Then there's Kelly. What if we don't get on? What if she and Luz don't
get on?"
I was Kelly's guardian: she was the other woman in my life I was busy
disappointing. She was thirteen and not nearly as grown-up as she liked to
think she was. I'd be seeing her at Christmas down in Maryland. Not on
Christmas Day itself, because she was doing the family thing with Josh and
his children, her new family, but I'd be seeing her on Christmas Eve.
"Carrie, I ' She placed a finger to my lips.
"Sssh..." She turned and looked me straight in the eye.
"I was worried, but I'm not worried any more. I don't care about the
past. You're a tour guide now, a barman, whatever -I don't care, as long as
you're good at it. The last few weeks have been good for me. They gave me
time to think, and I realized something. I can finally think about what's
ahead. It's like I was just treading water the last year, my life was on
hold.
That's what I want to tell you, Nick. I want us to be together really
together." She looked down, then up again and into my eyes.
"New Carrie, new Nick, new life. That's why I wanted to bring you here.
Tucker's Wharf, gangway to the world. Gangway to the future.
"You've been so patient about Aaron. I know I'll never get over him,
but I am ready to move on, and that's the important thing. I want the future
to be about us."
"I don't know what to say."
Then don't. You don't need to say anything."
We stood up and walked arm in arm for about twenty minutes until we
reached a small protected cove.
"Little Harbor." She swept her hand across the bay.
"Mom always called this the place where it all began. The founders,
some of them her family, put down their roots here in 1629. The settlers cut
back the forest to build tiny thatch-roofed cottages and fishing boats. I
can still hear Mom saying, "From here, strong-hearted men set out to fish
uncharted waters." I loved her stories of the founding families. They were
gutsy, venturesome, in search of personal liberty, a plot of land, a place
by the sea..."
They had a point." I was surprised to hear myself saying it out loud.
"Marblehead is pretty much my fantasy, too, you know." I hadn't known
places like this existed when I was bunking off school in Peckham.
Tucker's Wharf was about departures, Nick. This is about arrivals. It's
our new start. I feel we're at the start of something, and I wanted to bring
you here to tell you that. I've never shared this place with anyone, not
even Aaron." She smiled again.
"Ready for some more history? Our ships traded with the known world,
dried fish for clothing, tools, gold and silver. Everybody prospered and