![]() ![]() "I had a bad dream and I went to get her and she wasn't there." ![]() Wrapping a quilt around my shoulders, I ran to the top of the steps.Įmma stood in the hall below me. In the sudden silence, I heard Emma shouting as if she, too, had awakened suddenly from a bad dream. Shivering with cold, I leapt up and closed the window. Rain blew in the open window by my bed and struck my face. A cry-I woke, terrified, clutching the old teddy bear. Three girls huddled in a canoe, quarreling, rocking the canoe. Gradually, I drifted into the Teresa dream: rough dark water, gray sky, fog. The longer we stayed here, the more she reminded me of Mom. She was my tough New York City aunt, my artist aunt, my sophisticated, worldly aunt, smart and talented, witty and quick and daring-everything I wanted to be someday.īut now. Before we came to Gull Cottage, I'd never seen her angry or upset, never imagined her crying over anything. Instead, we planned a hike and picnic in the state park, as well as another trip to Pemaquid Point.īut when darkness came, and I lay in bed alone, I found myself thinking about Dulcie. At dinner, we sat together at the table, laughing and talking as if the earlier scenes had never happened. ![]()
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