were tanned, but his legs were still white.
She looked at me, reached into her memory and came up with my name, and smiled.
âJ.W. How are things on the beach?â
âYouâre looking well,â I said.
âI am well. Iâm very well. Iâd like you to meet Lloyd Cramer. Lloyd, this is J.W. . . . Iâm sorry, but I donât think I know your last name . . .â
âJackson.â
âJ.W. is a friend of Uncle Dan.â
Lloyd had a mouthful of good teeth and a strong grip. There was a tattoo of a skull on the arm attached to the hand that took mine. There was a tattoo of a knife with a wavy blade on the other arm.
âAny friend of Danâs is a friend of mine,â said Lloyd in a hearty, Midwestern voice. âPleased to meet you, sir.â
Sir. I was only six or seven years older than he was.
âYouâre new in town,â I said.
âI wrote to him and he came all the way from Iowa City just to visit me,â said Geraldine in a happy voice. âIsnât that sweet?â
Lloyd shuffled his feet and put his arm around her shoulders. âAfter she left home to visit Dan and Jean, I realized how important she really is to me, so I just tooksome time off and came right here to tell her that. Weâve got a lot of things to talk about and weâre having fun doing it. Isnât that right, honey?â
âThatâs right,â said Geraldine, taking his hand. âWeâre getting everything straightened out. Isnât this weather just wonderful?â
I thought that right now Geraldine would feel that a hurricane or a blizzard was wonderful weather.
âIâll let you get on with your talking,â I said.
Lloyd put out his big hand again and I took it in my big hand.
âNice to have met you, J.W.,â he said as he gave me his friendly smile.
âHow long are you going to be around?â I asked Geraldine.
She looked up at Lloyd and smiled. âOh, not too much longer, I imagine. I think maybe Iâll be headed back to Iowa City soon.â
Lloyd beamed down at her. âGreat to hear you say that, sugar. Hey, letâs hit the beach. I gotta tan up these legs before I go back home.â He looked at me. âYou got a really beautiful island here, J.W.â
He showed me his fine teeth and she waved and they walked up North Water Street, headed, I guessed, for Lighthouse Beach. They looked like a happy pair. I hoped that it would last, but I didnât share the belief of many women that their men would reform if given one last chance.
I thought, Good luck to you, Geraldine Miles, and went into the library.
Libraries are some of my favorite places. Theyâre filled with books and information and give you the good feeling that no matter how much youâve read thereâs an endless amount of reading material still ahead of you, so you never have to worry about running out. Itâs a nice certainty in an uncertain world. I calculated the time left before the West Tisbury book sale, and got myself threebooks, including one about the popular inclination of conquering armies to burn books and destroy libraries.
The idea of destroying libraries was one that irked me, and it occurred to me that maybe I took the book because I was already irked that Geraldine Miles had gotten back together with Lloyd and irked even more that I hadnât gotten myself loose from my resentment that Zee was going off to New Hampshire. Reading of the destruction of the great libraries of Alexandria and Constantinople was only one more irritant in my irritated life. I apparently wanted an excuse to be out of temper. I turned this notion over in my mind and was not pleased with what it told me of myself. I went home and called the hospital and invited Zee to supper. She accepted.
She was still wearing her white uniform when she got out of her little Jeep. She inhaled as she came into the house.
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