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for two years of community college near Portland. She’d gone to every art exhibition she could find; she’d taken a drawing class and an art history class before deciding she wanted to find a teacher or an art school and concentrate on oils.
    Natalie’s mother had scoffed at this. “You’ll never make a living as an artist!” she’d predicted with exasperation.
    Natalie had shot back, “You should know.” Her mother had always struggled financially. When Slade was nine, Natalie and Slade’s father had left them and never reentered their lives, never sent child support, not so much as a birthday present. Their mother, Marlene, had worked in the high school cafeteria for years before gradually sliding into the business of breeding and selling purebred bulldogs. She loved those dogs, Natalie had often thought, morethan she loved her children. But, then, no doubt the dogs were easier to love.
    Aunt Eleanor, Marlene’s sister, had been the saving grace in the gloom of Natalie’s childhood, not simply because she often arrived like a fairy godmother, giving everyone presents, but because her own life was a model for Natalie. As a young girl, Natalie had seen Eleanor exhausted from cleaning the posh homes of Portland’s fat cats. She’d heard Eleanor raving to Natalie’s mother about the books on interior design she got from the library and devoured. Marlene had scoffed at that, too. When Natalie was ten, Eleanor had taken her down to Boston to go through the Museum of Fine Arts and later to a concert.
    “These are things you have to know,” Eleanor had impressed on Natalie. “You don’t have to go to college to know them, but you do have to know them.”
    Natalie had seen Eleanor in sweatpants and tee shirt, on her knees, scrubbing ground-in dirt from the floor of her newly leased shop space on Boston’s fashionable Newbury Street. Natalie had been there in her own sweatpants, helping Eleanor. In Eleanor’s cramped Charlestown apartment, Natalie had seen Eleanor in a somber suit, hair pulled back in a bun as she prepared to meet a banker to apply for a start-up loan for her interior design shop. Eleanor had gotten it, and quickly repaid it. The last time Natalie had seen Eleanor, she’d been dressed to go out in the evening in a sexy low-cut dress, high heels, and dangling earrings. Recently, Eleanor was interested in finding love—and it looked like she’d found it, since she was spending a year traveling with her boyfriend. Eleanor had asked Natalie to caretake the lake house; she’d even offered her a small salary. Really, Natalie knew, Eleanor was making it possible for Natalie to have one full year to paint.
    She was grateful to Aunt Eleanor; how could she not be? She admired her like crazy. And she loved her, truly, but in an unsettling, confusing kind of way. Aunt Eleanor was like lightning. You never knew when she was going to strike or how extreme she would be. She wasn’t the kind to remember birthdays or Christmas—but one day when Natalie and her brother were in their teens, they gota phone call from the local car dealer. Eleanor had bought them each a car—inexpensive used rattletraps, but they passed state inspection.
    Whatever had happened in the past, Natalie knew she was fortunate to be given this amazing gift of an entire year with a free house and enough money to live on. She shouldn’t waste it.
    She walked through the house, sipping her coffee. Really, this place was sensational. The living room stretched the width of the house, its cathedral ceiling arching high. A kitchen and half bath were tucked at the front by the entrance hall and downstairs closet. Glossy oak floors lay under hand-woven modern rugs in geometric patterns and vivid colors. Deep sofas faced each other by the high stone fireplace, a hand-carved coffee table between. Upstairs were five bedrooms. Aunt Eleanor had insisted Natalie use hers, and Natalie was delighted—it was the biggest, with the best view.
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