Melissa gave a facial shrug.
“I didn’t see anyone.”
I tossed the clothes on the table.
“Well, they sure as hell don’t fit me. I guess I’ll just leave them here, let the rightful owner claim them in the fullness of time.”
Outside, the clouds had thinned and perforated like a wet blanket worn thin in places. Rich blue sky peeked through, and the invisible sun chiseled the edges of the cloud masses into sculptural forms. I set off down the broad trail leading to the pier, watching out for the path which Sam had taken the day before. It was only then that it occurred to me how strange it was that Andrea had taken it for granted I would know where the meeting place she had named was, and above all how to reach it. But even now I failed to make the obvious inference.
I somehow managed to miss the path and found myself back at the pier. The boat was still there, securely moored. Wanting to check out Sam’s story, I climbed aboard and had a look around. There was no sign of any mechanical work in progress. In a locker in the wheelhouse I found a chart which covered most of the local archipelago, known as the San Juan Islands.
I recalled that Sam had referred to the landmass across the strait as Orcas, and by working back from that I was able to identify where I was, a mere blip on the chart named Sleight Island. I also found the town of Friday Harbor on San Juan Island, the biggest in the group. I was dismayed to see how far away it was. As for the mainland, that was considerably farther. In fact, the outlying islets of Vancouver Island across the Canadian border were a lot closer. If Sam and his buddies wanted to get away from it all, they’d picked the right place.
I returned to the pier and walked back up the trail, inspecting the undergrowth to my right for signs of the path. In the end I found it, a mere smudge leading off through soaring Douglas firs and yellowish cedars, interspersed here and there nearer the shoreline with madronas. Soon the ocean itself came in sight, heaving listlessly over the rocks. I walked to the brink of the bluff overlooking the cove. The tide was higher than it had been the day before, and the pool was almost entirely submerged.
There was no sign of Andrea. At the far end of the strait, a car ferry was passing on its way to or from somewhere. I was heartened by this evidence of life going on in a world that neither knew nor cared about Sam’s half-baked, half-smart flimflam. Soon I would rejoin it, and all this would be a fading memory.
Over twenty minutes had gone by before I heard sounds on the hillside above and saw Andrea making her way down the path toward me. I’d had plenty of time to decide what approach to take with her. Sam had implied that Andrea was a brain-damaged fantasist, and while that wasn’t necessarily true, there might well be something to it. If she had something definite to tell me, or some specific favor to ask, I was prepared to listen, but I wasn’t going to stand for any more prevaricating or mystification.
She was wearing the same outfit she’d had on the evening I arrived, a baggy hand-knitted gray sweater and khaki slacks with a battered pair of brown work shoes. She had the kind of body that looked great in anything, but it was her face which stood out. With its regular features, good bones and flawless skin it must have looked almost tiresomely pretty when she was young, but age had rendered that banal bounty down to a lean, distinctive beauty with great character and just a hint of residual sweetness. Now, though, she mostly looked scared.
“Let’s go down there,” she said, pointing to the rock ledge at sea level.
“Why?”
“Someone might see us.”
I looked around. We were surrounded by woods on one side and ocean on the other.
“That’s bullshit. Anyway, what if they do?”
She looked down, shaking her head.
“You don’t understand.”
“That’s what Sam’s always saying. I guess I’m just not up to the intellectual demands of living here. Fortunately I’ll be back with my own kind soon. Now then, have you got something to tell me or what?”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the jumble of rocks leading down from the bluff.
“Just come with me. Please!”
I decided to humor her. Below us, the sea swell slushed and slurped on the underside of the smooth basalt ledge. When we reached it, I turned to Andrea and smiled tightly.
“OK, lay it on me.”
She shrugged.
“I don’t know where to begin.”
“Try the beginning.”
“It’s … I mean, how do I know if I can trust you? Sam said that you were friends. You might tell him everything …”
I gestured impatiently.
“I won’t. You have my word on that. Besides, we’re not really friends. He’s just someone I knew years ago, at college. Like I told you, I’m leaving soon and I won’t be back. And the only regret I have about that is that I would like to have spent more time with you, Andrea.”
She pushed back her hair distractedly.
“Me? Why?”
I smiled at her.
“I thought women weren’t supposed to ask that. Anyway, I don’t know. I can only say that out of all the people here, you’re the only one who seems completely real.”
She narrowed her eyes, as though suspecting some trick.
“You mean you think the others are specters?”
I gave an expressive sigh.
“Please, Andrea! Don’t give me that crap.”
“You don’t believe in it?”
She seemed amazed.
“What’s to believe?” I demanded. “The gospel according to Billy Blake? You don’t buy into that, do you?”
A sea gull flew by, emitting sounds like a squeaky gate. Andrea swung around as though someone had touched her. She seemed to be getting more agitated by the moment.
“We all do,” she murmured. “We have to.”
“But supposing you don’t? Supposing you lose your faith, what happens then?”
She did not reply.
“Do you want to leave?” I suggested. “Is that what this is all about, Andrea?”
Her head shook in a spasm.
“You don’t understand!”
I turned and started to climb back up the rocks.
“Stop!”
It was a cry of desperation.
“You mustn’t go yet! Please come back!”
She looked so helpless I found myself taking pity on her. Maybe she really was crazy, I thought. If so, she was in good company. I climbed back down.
“You’re absolutely right!” I told her sharply. “I don’t understand a fucking thing. I don’t understand why you asked me to meet you. I don’t understand what you’re so afraid of. I don’t understand what you’re doing here in the first place.”
She sidled past me, putting herself between me and the bluff.
“It’s no use trying to cut off my escape,” I said. “If you want me to stay and listen to you, you’d better start talking sense. Fish or cut bait, Andrea.”
She looked up above my head, as though seeking inspiration.
“You know about Lisa, right?” she said.
“Sam’s wife, the one who drowned?”
“The one who drowned.”
She continued her circular movement, ending up back in her original position. I turned to face her.
“Lisa was a friend of mine. She invited-me here when she bought the place. There were a bunch of us. Most of them left. I stayed.”
A movement caught my attention. Behind Andrea and slightly to one side, someone had appeared on the rocky outcrop high up at the other side of the cove.
“Someone’s watching us,” I murmured.
I couldn’t make sense of the perspective at first. The figure seemed to be farther away than the rock it was standing on. Then I realized that it was not an adult but a child, dressed in the clothes I had discovered in my room earlier, the denim shirt and jeans. The outfit now looked strangely familiar.
Andrea had turned to look.
“I don’t see anyone,” she said with a puzzled frown.
I hardly heard. A terrible madness had gripped me, a senseless certainty I knew was impossible, but which I could not shake off.