Melody (Logan 1)

was the closest he had come to giving me anything

akin to a compliment.

Daddy would say, "Be grateful for the little

things." I went into my room to work on the

needlepoint until it was time to help Aunt Sara with

dinner. Before it was time to go down, I heard a knock

on my door. "Yes?"

Cary poked his head in.

"I just thought I'd let you know what we do in

case it's still raining in the morning."

"What do we do?"

"We walk faster," he said. For the first time

since I had come to Provincetown, I heard the sound

of my own laughter.

9

Something Special

.

It rained most of the night. Twice, the loud

drumming of the drops on the windowpanes woke me.

I heard Aunt Sara come to my door after the second

time. She stood there gazing in at me, her face in

shadow, her head silhouetted against the dim hallway

light. I said nothing and she finally closed the door

softly.

The rain stopped just before morning. After I

dressed and went downstairs, I was surprised to find

most of the windows crusted with salt. It reminded me

of ice and I remarked about it at breakfast. Aunt Sara

said it wasn't unusual after a storm.

"The salt even peels the paint from our window