took a breath, moved the binoculars another fraction. Forgot about the itch on her chin.
âJoe.â
She said his name calmly, as if she had been expecting to see what she now saw. Why, she didnât know. It had to be something about the knees, or something like that. Joe had great knees, not knobby at all. Her mind must have recognized them even before she saw his face. And now that mind had gone on Stun.
She didnât itch anymore. She could safely say that. Because she was suddenly numb, all over.
âWho, Maddy?â
âI think thatâs whom, Jessie, dear,â Almira said, moving closer to Maddy. âDid you say Joe? I thought you said Joe. But you couldnât have said Joe, could you? I mean, what would that mean?â
Maddy was still staring through the binoculars, watching as Joe moved, pointed to a stack of boxes,said something to one of the workers. Smiled. Showed that single dimple in his left cheek. Made her heart flip over, land again with a sickening thud.
âIâm going to kill him,â she announced quietly, matter-of-factly.
By now, Jessie understood what was happening. Not all of it, of course. But enough to know that trouble was comingâwith a capital T. She grabbed the binoculars from her sister. âJoe? Joe OâMalley? Your Joe OâMalley? Ohmigod, Maddy! Where? Which one?â
âIt doesnât matter, Jessie. Heâll be dead before you can meet him.â
Jessie squinted as she ran the binoculars over the figure of Joe OâMalley, at last getting a glimpse of the guy who had broken her sisterâs heart. âWow, cute. No wonder youâwell, never mind.â Sorry sheâd said what she said, she quickly passed the binoculars to Allie as she took hold of her sisterâs arm. âNow, Maddyâ¦â
âIâm having a nightmare, arenât I?â Maddy said, shaking off Jessieâs hand. âFirst Great-Aunt Harriet, and now Joe OâMalley. It has to be a nightmare. But, if I shoot him, Iâll wake up. Why, the bang alone would wake me, right? That should work.â
Almira hadnât used the binoculars, just placed them on a small table and walked toward the closed door leading to the hallway. She stood there, silently, her expression blank, and laid a hand on the doorknob.
âThis way, darling,â she said, opening the door as Maddy stomped around the room in circles, her fists clenched, her mind going in sixteen directionsat once. âMay I suggest the front door? Itâs the fastest way.â
â Allie, for Godâs sake, donât help her,â Jessie said in mingled exasperation andâ¦could it be relief? No, that couldnât be it. She felt sorry for her baby sister. Truly she did.
âWhy not, Jessie?â Maddy said as, at last, everything fell into place. Every little bit of what was happening to her at this moment. âShe brought him here, didnât she?â
Almira Chandler put one fluttering, newly manicured hand to her chest. â I brought him here? Why, Madeline Chandler, shame on you. What are you saying?â
Maddy growled low in her throat, like an animal about to pounce, then straightened her shoulders and headed past her grandmother. âNo, I donât have time for this. You I can kill any time. Joe first!â
Mrs. Ballantine slipped into the room, her head turned to watch as Maddy stomped down the hallway on the way to the front door. She waited until she could hear the door slam, wincing only slightly as the chandelier in the foyer tinkled a bit in the passing breeze.
âShame on you, Mrs. Chandler,â she said, shaking her head. âBringing an old heartache into Miss Maddyâs life just a week before her wedding to that nice Mr. Garvey. How could you have done such a thing to that poor little girl?â
âI donât know, Mrs. Ballantine, I really donât,â Almira replied, sighing. âIt must be this