angry and so light that she almost thought she might break free of the earth and go swinging up toward the pretty lights in the sky. It was not until she reached the top of the Beaumontsâ big steps that she realized she had no idea where she was going and stopped. Very slowly, she turned around, panting, her clothes and hair askew, and looked back toward the water, wishing she were anywhere in the world but here.
Charlie had already reached the base of the steps and was standing still with his brown eyes on her. A moment ago she would have liked to yell all manner of invective at him, but now she found she could not remember exactly what it was she had wanted to say. She stared at him and narrowed her eyes and tried to conjure her angerâbut he simply didnât seem like the picture of someone who had just done her wrong. For one thing, he was holding her shoes sweetly and carefully against his chest and smiling in a goofy way, his light hair greased back from his forehead, his shoulders broad under his white shirt. Behind him there were colorful eruptions high in the sky, but they seemed more distant and paler now.
âGet me out of here,â she said crossly as she began to descend the steps in his direction.
âHere?â
âYes, you big oaf, here.â
âIâll take youââ A hiccup interrupted Charlieâs sentence.
âYouâll take meâwhere?â
âIâll take youââ
There was another hiccup and Astridâwho found hiccups appalling, especially in men, but was nonetheless becoming less and less inclined to linger at the Beaumontsââgrabbed for his hand and pulled him in the direction of the driveway.
âYouâll take me home? Indeed you will. But not in a car. Not the way youâre slurring. Weâll just have to walk.â
Charlie agreed affably, throwing his arm around her and humming a few bars of âThe Star-Spangled Banner.â Astrid, who had selected her shoes more for the flattering way they revealed her ankles and exaggerated her height than for walking, was less ebullient. The gravel drive cut against the tender soles of her feet. The humming did not make her happy, either, and she found that being face-to-face with Charlie only led her to reimagine the scene of him leaping off Gracie Northrup, and how soon after that his proposal had come, and what a crummy thing a proposal without a ring was. But those kinds of thoughts caused her to furrow her brow, which could only result in permanent lines, which were also no good. So she was forced to hum along, ensconced in Charlieâs embrace, as they shuffled past the big stone gates and out onto Plum Tree Lane.
As they walkedâsomewhat lurchingly and not at all fastâa few stars emerged in the darkening cloak of purple above them. The air was fragrant and quiet, and there were no silly girls trying to get attention with their antics. By the time they reached Dogwood, Astrid had almost forgotten what it was that had made her run from the Beaumontsâ party in such a hurry. As they moved up the hill between the twin rows of lindens, she extracted herself from Charlieâs heavy embrace. She walked ahead of him for a few minutes, listening to his feet crunch against the grass, and instead of climbing the stone steps to the entryway, she continued on into the shadow of the house. There she paused, leaning her shoulders against the cool bricks of the south wall, trying to see if she had ever loved him.
As she stared at him, his eyes grew largeâthere was something murky and different behind themâand then, to her utter shock, he lowered himself onto one knee.
Her first thought was that he might ruin his silly suit and what a blessing that would be. But then she realized he was going to give her something, and she experienced a lovely swelling of the heart.
âOh, Charlie,â she said faintly as he took her hands in his.
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