Feels like Rain (Lake Fisher 3)

When the rain finally slows, I stand up. “I’m going inside,” I say. “Unless you want to explain to me why you’re here.” With a duck.

He stands up too, and he shakes his head. “No desire to explain anything.”

That kind of takes me aback a little. “Well, it was good to see you,” I say. He doesn’t look the same, and yet he looks exactly the same as he did when we were thirteen. There’s just something so familiar about the way he holds his body, the way he looks at me, and the way he is just…Ethan. I honestly can’t believe I didn’t know who he was when I waved to him earlier from the dock. Must be the beard.

“It was good to see you too,” he replies simply, and then he leaves, his little duck waddling obediently behind him.

I watch them until they disappear around the bend, then let myself into the cabin, change into dry clothes and towel-dry my hair, and then I lie down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. I lift my hands and I notice that I’m still wearing my wedding band on my ring finger.

I slowly pull it off, and I rub at the light indentation it has left behind. It doesn’t rub off. It’s there to stay, even though my marriage is over. And it is over. Nothing has ever been more over. I set the ring on the bedside table and roll over onto my side, pulling Gran’s handmade afghan over me as I roll.

6

Ethan

The next morning, I get up at dawn, just like normal. I make a cup of coffee over my little propane stovetop, and I walk down toward the dock with it in my hands. I like to watch the sun come up. It’s always peaceful in the morning. There are no cicadas warring to see who can be loudest, and even the birds aren’t awake yet. Well, except for Wilbur. He goes to paddle around in the shallow water.

“’Morning,” a voice says from behind me. Pop, to be as big as he is, is quiet as a mouse when he wants to be.

I turn and nod at him and then continue along my way.

He follows. “I thought I told you to stay away from that Marshall girl,” he says, his voice as stern as I remember it being in my youth.

“That was the plan.”

“Then she had to go and try to get herself killed by standing on the dock in the middle of a storm.” He walks closer to me, and I take a step to the side. “She okay?”

“Seemed fine when I left her.” And she had. She’d seemed odd in an I-want-to-stand-in-the-pouring-rain kind of way, but otherwise she was fine.

“Did she lose her marbles when she lost her husband?” he asks. He stares at me so hard that it’s disconcerting.

I cough into my fist to clear my throat. “I don’t know anything about her husband.”

“She didn’t bring him up?”

“No, sir.” I want to ask, but I figure it’s really not any of my business. But the question eats at me deep inside. Might explain her odd behavior. “Did he die?”

He shakes his head. “Pretty sure he’s still breathing. He’s just not hers anymore.”

He goes quiet for a long moment as we continue to walk. Then he suddenly blurts out, “Her grandmother was a looker, too.” His cheeks turn pink when I glance at him, surprised by his comment. “Well, she was,” he rushes on defensively. “She had those damn curls that blew all over the place. Always made me want to grab her by them and hold h

er hair still.”

The image makes me almost laugh. I’ve never wanted to hold Abigail’s hair still. I like that it flies all over the place, a riot of curls.

“She was a free spirit,” he goes on. “Got to admire somebody that can be that free.”

I nod without comment.

“So the Marshall girl was okay?” he asks again.

“She seemed fine. Wanted to sit in the rain.” I still don’t understand that part.

He suddenly stops, and out of politeness so do I. “Did she remember you?” He looks everywhere but at me, which helps to put me a little more at ease. “She did.” She’d said my name and everything. While she may have maintained the curly hair, the tall willowy body, and the startling brown eyes, she was very different from the girl I used to know. And I’m sure I’m different too. Hell, I haven’t even seen my face in years. My beard is inches thick. I’m really surprised she knew who I was at all.

“I believe I told you to stay away from her.”

“That’s my plan.” I watch as Wilbur ducks his head over and over, enjoying his bath.