Then he was gone, walking slowly round the shore in the half-light.
The Ruttledges did not speak as they climbed the hill.
“What are you going to do?” Kate asked as they passed beneath the alder tree.
“I’m not sure,” he said. “We can talk it through. We don’t have to decide on anything till morning.”
At the porch, before entering the house, they both turned to look back across the lake, even though they knew that both Jamesie and Mary had long since disappeared from the sky.