Past, Present And A Future. Janice Carter

don’t know, Dave. I really shouldn’t.”

      “Shouldn’t what?” Laura asked from the entrance to the living room. She walked over to the table where Dave had placed the drink tray and picked up her glass of milk. “You’re not leaving already, Gil?”

      “Lots to do, Laura. The cleaners are booked for tomorrow afternoon and I’ve still got a lot to do.”

      “But you’ll come tomorrow night? It’s all arranged.”

      There was a long silence until Gil murmured, “Sure. That sounds fine.”

      Clare sighed. There was no stopping Laura when she set her mind to something. She downed the last of her brandy and rose to go.

      “Clare, not you, too!” Laura protested.

      “I’m sure you and Dave will appreciate an early night, Laura. I’m tired myself and I have to be up early.”

      “Where did you say you were staying? Want to come here for breakfast?”

      Clare smiled at Laura’s love of making plans for other people. “I’m at the old Falls View Hotel, can you believe it? Though it’s had a bit of a makeover since I lived in town. Thanks for the offer of breakfast, but you’ll be busy enough.” She headed for the entrance hall and picked up her purse from the small table there. Her suit jacket was slung over a nearby chair and she draped it over her arm.

      “Are you driving?” Gil asked, hovering at her elbow.

      “Yes. I rented a car in New York.”

      “How’d you like to give me a lift? I had an errand in town late this afternoon and decided to get some exercise by walking here. I could call a cab but…”

      Clare hesitated. They were all looking at her and she couldn’t think of a good excuse. “Sure,” she murmured. She hugged Dave and kissed Laura on the cheek. “See you tomorrow.”

      Laura held on to her by the forearm and whispered, “Are you sure this is okay? I mean, Dave can give Gil a ride.”

      Clare watched Dave and Gil step out onto the porch. Keeping her voice low, she said, “No, it’s okay. I just wish I’d known about this godfather thing.”

      “I’m sorry, Clare. I didn’t know myself until this afternoon just before you arrived. Will you manage? Want me to see if Dave can get out of it? I mean, he’s the person responsible.”

      Clare guessed Gil would jump at the chance to be relieved of his duties. But a change now would be embarrassing for everyone, especially Dave. “No, no. Don’t worry. We’re both adults now.” She went out to the porch.

      Both men turned around as she walked past them down the steps and headed straight for her car. She heard Gil following virtually on her heels while calling out a last goodbye. He didn’t speak until they were buckling up their seat belts and the engine was running.

      “I hope this isn’t an inconvenience.”

      Now he worries about that. Clare mumbled a no and pulled away from the curb, craning back to see Laura and Dave waving from the porch. Her glance took in Gil, staring straight ahead.

      His profile was all angles and sharp edges, from the slightly hawkish nose to a jaw more formidable than the one she recalled. He’d always had a dark, broodish air about him and the years had further defined that quality. His long fingers drummed nervously on his kneecaps and for an unsettling second Clare had a vivid memory of those fingers on her, tracing an invisible line up and down the inside of her arm. He used to tease her about how ticklish she was there and liked to hear her beg him to stop.

      She felt a sudden chill and clicked on the heat, tempted to also turn on the radio to fill up the tense silence. When he mumbled something about the weather, she was torn between relief that she didn’t have to think of anything to say and sadness that small talk was all they now had between them.

      When she braked at the first stop sign, Gil asked, “Do you remember how to get to my place?”

      “Oh, yes,” she said, aware at once of the edge in her voice.

      “Will you be staying long?”

      No longer than I have to, she wanted to say. “Until Monday. I’ve another signing in Hartford.”

      More silence. “Have you gotten any feedback about your book from people here in Twin Falls?”

      “Just Dave and Laura. I don’t keep in touch with anyone else from the old gang.”

      “Me, neither.”

      She drove into the housing tract where she, Laura and Gil had grown up. Gil’s house was at the farthest edge of it, just before the Visit Again sign where the road turned into highway. But when she turned onto Glendale Road, expecting to see the rows of bungalows she remembered, Clare was shocked. Scarcely half a dozen remained, including Gil’s father’s place at the very end.

      “Good heavens!” Clare exclaimed, pulling over to the curb.

      “Surprised?”

      “Shocked.” She turned to look at him. “I guess I expected it all to look the same.”

      “Unfortunately Twin Falls hasn’t escaped the tear-down epidemic of the big city. It’s a real commuter town now.” Gil stared out the window at his childhood home. “I don’t anticipate any problems selling the house.”

      Struck by the tone in his voice, she asked, “Isn’t that a good thing?”

      “I guess. Just that the place is my last link to Twin Falls. Once it goes…”

      He didn’t need to finish. Clare knew exactly what he meant to say. “But isn’t that also a good thing?” she asked softly.

      His face, turned to hers, was impassive. “Do you think so?”

      Clare’s eyes held his a long uncomfortable moment before flicking back to the windshield and the street beyond. She wasn’t certain what he meant, but suspected he was veering the talk onto shaky ground and decided to keep quiet. The silence in the car became so stifling she had to put the window down. The engine idled gently at the curb.

      “What part of New York do you live in?” he suddenly asked.

      “Chelsea.”

      “Oh, yeah? Nice area.”

      Another pause. He seemed in no hurry to get out of the car. “And what about you?” she asked. “Where do you live now?”

      “New York.”

      “New York City?”

      His eyes met hers. “Yes.”

      Clare looked away. She couldn’t believe the man she’d been trying to forget for the last several years had been living under her nose. Well, sort of. Give or take a few million other people. Still, what perverse hand of fate had led both of them to the same city?

      “I’ve got a condo on the East Side,” he went on.

      When she found her voice, she asked, “How long have you been there?”

      “About five years. I got a job at a law firm in Manhattan a couple years after I was called to the bar.”

      Clare jerked her head back to him. “You’re a lawyer?”

      A faint smile crossed his face. “Yeah. Ironic, isn’t it?” Then he pushed down on the door handle. “Thanks for the lift, Clare. See you tomorrow.” His long legs swung out and, without looking back, he closed the door behind him.

      Clare sat unmoving until he disappeared inside the small bungalow. How strange life is, she mused. Gil Harper—once suspected of murdering his ex-girlfriend—now a lawyer.

      “COFFEE?”

      Clare raised her head from the book she was signing. One of the store clerks