Is it funny? Tabitha lets herself smile. It’s a lot funnier now than it was at the time, that’s for certain. “We’re enjoying a much-needed break from each other right now. Harper’s over there watching her.”
“Ah, I see,” Franklin says. “You pulled the old switcheroo.”
Tabitha wonders how Harper and Ainsley are doing. Maybe they’ve rolled all the ERF inventory outside for a sidewalk sale. Maybe they’ve hosted a dog show or are posting their political opinions on a Twitter account under Eleanor’s name. Tabitha is so blissed out that she doesn’t care.
Their food starts arriving from the kitchen, all dishes meant to share: a velvety lobster bisque, a lightly dressed salad of microgreens and brightly colored disks that turn out to be crisp, sweet radish, pan-seared lobster with a grapefruit beurre blanc served over savory soft polenta, sirloin au poivre that comes with dauphine potatoes—walnut-size croquettes filled with buttery heaven. Franklin stops between bites and kisses Tabitha lightly on the lips, which incites desire more than a deep kiss might. They don’t take any photos; they don’t check in or post. This date is like something from another age. Tabitha tries to memorize every detail so she can relive it later.
Dessert is an assortment of treats served on a wooden lazy Susan: a passion-fruit panna cotta, miniature cannoli filled with pistachio cream, lemon blueberry tarts with an almond-ginger crust, toffee blondies topped with coconut fluff.
Tabitha takes a bite of each, then groans because she is so full. She excuses herself for the ladies’ room.
When she emerges, Annalisa is standing in the vestibule, seemingly waiting for her.
“I hope you didn’t mind my wisecrack about Nantucket,” she says. “I was just having fun with you.”
Tabitha, loosened by the wine, laughs. “Not a worry.”
“I think it’s great that Franklin wanted to bring you out here for dinner. He sounded so excited when he called to make the reservation. And he was very clear that he was bringing Tabitha Frost, not Harper Frost. Because I think we can all agree, if he took your sister out here for dinner, that would be really weird.”
“Weird,” Tabitha repeats. “Weird because…”
Annalisa swats Tabitha’s arm. “Because of everything that just happened. But I’m glad you aren’t letting that stand in your way. You two are a regular couple of lovebirds.”
On the way home, Tabitha realizes that she didn’t tell Franklin about Julian. She skipped right over him, as if he didn’t exist—but if she wants Franklin to know her, then she has to remedy that. She’s just not sure how to bring it up.
When Ainsley was eighteen months old, I got pregnant again. But things didn’t go as planned. I went into labor at twenty-eight weeks…
Tabitha leans her head back against the car seat and closes her eyes. She’ll tell Franklin about Julian another time, she decides. She doesn’t want to ruin the magic of their time together.
“There’s something I need to talk to you about,” Franklin says. He reaches across the console and touches her thigh. “Tabitha.”
Tabitha opens her eyes. His voice sounds serious. But only seconds ago she decided she didn’t want to talk about anything heavy, deep, or real. She thinks back to the peculiar interaction with Annalisa. Weird… because of everything that just happened. Annalisa must have been referring to Harper’s affair with Dr. Zimmer; it would indeed be weird if Harper then went on a romantic date with someone else.
“Maybe we should save talking for tomorrow,” Tabitha says. “I’ve had a lot of wine.”
“This concerns tomorrow,” Franklin says. “I just decided that I’m going to help you with Billy’s house.”
“You are?” Tabitha says.
“I am,” Franklin says. “We can talk about a plan of attack in the morning.”
“Are you sure?” Tabitha says. “You seemed hesitant before. You said there were extenuating circumstances.”
“There were. There are. But I’ve been mulling it over, and I cannot”—here he squeezes her leg—“and I mean I cannot let anyone else on this island work that closely with you. It has to be me. I’m your guy.”
She nods, thinking, I’m completely in love with this person. Intellectually she knows this isn’t possible. You do not fall in love with someone you’ve known for well, basically, a matter of hours. It’s called something else—infatuation, which evaporates like dew in the sunshine.
But it feels just like love.
HARPER
Billy Frost had been fond of the phrase halcyon days, which was how he liked to describe their Vineyard summers. These are the halcyon days, he would say as he steered his Boston Whaler out of the harbor. All hail the halcyon days of summer! he would cry out from the wall in Menemsha where he and Harper would watch the sun extinguish itself in the ocean as they waited for their fried clams from Larsen’s Fish Market to be ready. Billy had used the phrase so often that Harper had finally looked it up. It originated in Greek mythology. Alcyone, the daughter of Aeolus, lost her husband, Ceyx, in a shipwreck. She drowned herself in the sea, and they were both transformed into halcyon birds, or kingfishers. When Alcyone made a nest on the beach, the waves threatened to sweep it away, so her father, Aeolus, suspended the winds for seven days, known as the halcyon days—the days when storms do not occur.
Days when storms do not occur.
Harper enjoys her own string of halcyon days on Nantucket. At first she doesn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, but then it dawns on her: she’s happy.
Business at the store is booming. Harper, Ainsley, and Caylee have divided up the schedule so that two of them are always working together at any given time, and they have incorporated the strategies that worked effectively at the party. Fish is stationed outside the store for an hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon; the rest of the day, he snoozes in the back office or waits for Harper to take him on his walk through town. This daily constitutional always ends at Ramsay’s office with a dog treat.
Good music plays in the store now at all times, a carefully curated playlist—90 percent women, 10 percent Prince. And every morning, Caylee posts a photo of herself on social media wearing the “outfit of the day”—dress, skirt or pants, and top and sandals. It never fails: by day’s end they have sold out of the outfit in all sizes.
Meghan comes to the store every day with baby David Wayne in his carriage. Harper never holds the baby—she has been afraid of babies since Julian died—but Ainsley and Caylee dance him around the store while Meghan marvels at the previous day’s receipts.
“I can’t believe how well the store is doing!” she says. “We are up five hundred percent so far from last summer.”
Ainsley is happier each day. She hasn’t made up with any of her friends, but she seems content spending her free time with Harper and with Caylee. She asks for their advice about Teddy. After she and Caylee bumped into him at breakfast, Teddy texted Ainsley, saying, I miss you. Can I call you sometime?