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• jkjkss | 2009-07-22 22:09:49
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• NEITHER ONE of them moved as they faced each other.
  
  He hadn’t said anything, and for a second she thought he didn’t recognize her. Suddenly she felt guilty about showing up this way, without warning, and it made it harder. She had thought that she would know what to say. But she didn’t. Everything that came into her head seemed inappropriate, somehow lacking.
  
  As she stared at him, she noticed how little he’d changed since she’d last seen him. He looked good, she thought. With his shirt tucked loosely into old faded jeans, she could see the same broad shoulders she remembered, tapering down to narrow hips and a flat stomach. He was tanned, too, as if he’d worked outside all summer, and, though his hair was a little thinner and lighter than she remembered, he looked the same as he had when she’d known him last.
  
  She took a deep breath and smiled. “Hello, Noah. It’s good to see you again.”
  
  He looked at her with amazement in his eyes. Then, after shaking his head slightly, he slowly began to smile. “You too,” he stammered. He brought his hand to his chin, and she noticed he hadn’t shaved. “It’s really you, isn’t it? I can’t believe it..
  
  She heard the shock in his voice as he spoke, and surprising her it all came together—being here, seeing him. She felt something twitch inside, something deep and old, something that made her dizzy for just a second. She caught herself fighting for control. She hadn’t expected this to happen, didn’t want it to happen. She was engaged now. She hadn’t come here for this. Yet.
  
  Yet the feeling went on despite herself, and for a brief moment she felt fifteen again. Felt as she hadn’t in years, as if all her dreams could still come true. Felt as though she’d finally come home.
  
  Without another word they came together, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and he put his arms around her, drawing her close. They held each other tightly; both of them letting the fourteen years of separation dissolve in the deepening twilight.
  
  They stayed like that for a long time before she finally pulled back to look at him. Up close, she could see the changes she hadn’t noticed at first. His face had lost the softness of youth. The faint lines around his eyes had deepened. There was a new edge to him; he seemed less innocent, more cautious, and yet the way he was holding her made her realize how much she’d missed him.
  
  Her eyes brimmed with tears as they finally released each other. She laughed nervously while wiping the corners of her eyes.
  
  “Are you okay?” he asked, a thousand other questions on his face.
  
  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry.
  
  “It’s okay,” he said, smiling. “I still can’t believe it’s you. How did you find me?”
  
  She stepped back, trying to compose herself, wiping away the last of her tears. “I saw the story on the house in the Raleigh paper a couple of weeks ago, and I had to come and see you again.”
  
  Noah smiled broadly. “I’m glad you did.” He stepped back. “You look fantastic. You’re even prettier now than you were then.”
  
  She felt the blood in her face. Just like fourteen years ago.
  
  “Thank you. You look great, too.” And he did, no doubt about it.
  
  “So what have you been up to? Why are you here?”
  
  His questions brought her back to the present, making her realize what could happen if she wasn’t careful. Don’t let this get out of hand, she told herself; the longer it goes on, the harder it’s going to be. And she didn’t want it to get any harder.
  
     She turned away and took a deep breath, wondering how to say it, and when she finally started, her voice was quiet. “Noah, before you get the wrong idea, I did want to see you again, but there’s more to it than just that.” She paused for a second. “I came here for a reason. There’s something I have to tell you.”
  
  “What is it?”
  
  She looked away and didn’t answer for a moment, surprised that she couldn’t tell him just yet. In the silence, Noah felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. Whatever it was, it was bad.
  
  “I don’t know how to say it. I thought I did at first, but now I’m not so sure..
  
  The air was suddenly rattled by the sharp cry of a raccoon, and Clem came out from under the porch, barking gruffly. Both of them turned at the commotion, and Allie was glad for the distraction.
  
  “Is he yours?” she asked.
  
  Noah nodded, feeling the tightness in his stomach. “Actually it’s a she. Clementine’s her name. But yeah, she’s all mine.” They both watched as Clem stretched, then wandered towards the sounds. Allie’s eyes widened just a bit when she saw her limp away.
  
  “What happened to her leg?” she asked, stalling for time.
  
  “Hit by a car a few months back. Doc Harrison, the vet, called me to see if I wanted her because her owner didn’t any more. After I saw what had happened, I guess I just couldn’t let her be put down."
  
  “You were always nice like that,” she said, trying to relax. She looked past him towards the house. “You did a wonderful job restoring it. It looks perfect, just like I knew it would some day.”
  
  He turned his head in the same direction as hers while he wondered about the small talk and what she was holding back.
  
  “Thanks, that’s nice of you. It was quite a project, though. I don’t know if I would do it again.”
  
  “Of course you would,” she said. She knew exactly how he felt about this place. But then she knew how he felt about everything— or at least she had a long time ago.
  
  And with that she realized they were strangers now. Fourteen years apart was a long time. Too long.
  
  “What is it, Allie?” He turned to her, but she continued to stare at the house.
  
  “I’m being rather silly, aren’t I?” she asked, trying to smile.
  
  “What do you mean?”
  
  “This whole thing. Showing up out of the blue, not knowing what I want to say. You must think I’m crazy.”
  
  “You’re not crazy,” he said gently. He reached for her hand, and she let him hold it as they stood next to one another. He went on:
  
  “Even though I don’t know why, I can see this is hard for you. Why don’t we go for a walk?”
  
  “Like we used to?”
  
  “Why not? I think we both could use one.”
  
  She hesitated and looked to his front door. “Do you need to tell anyone?”
  
  He shook his head. “There’s no one to tell. It’s just me and Clem.”
  
  Even though she had asked, she had suspected there wouldn’t be anyone else, and inside she didn’t know how to feel about that. But it did make what she wanted to say a little harder. It would have been easier if there was someone else.
  
  They started towards the river and turned onto a path near the bank. She let go of his hand and walked on with just enough distance between them so that they couldn’t accidentally touch.
  
  He looked at her. She was still pretty, with thick hair and soft eyes, and she moved so gracefully that it seemed as though she were gliding. He’d seen beautiful women before, women who caught his eye, but to his mind they usually lacked the traits he found most desirable. Traits like intelligence, confidence, strength of spirit, passion, traits that inspired others to greatness, traits he aspired to himself.
  
  Allie had those traits, he knew, and as they walked now he sensed them once again lingering beneath the surface. “A living poem” had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.
  
  “How long have you been back here?” she asked as the path gave way to a small grass hill.
  
  “Since last December. I worked up north for a while, then spent the last three years in Europe.”
  
  She looked at him with questions in her eyes. “The war?”
  
  He nodded and she went on.
  
  “I thought you might be there. I’m glad you made it out okay.”
  
  “Me too,” he said.
  
  “Are you glad to be back home?”
  
  “Yeah. My roots are here. This is where I’m supposed to be.” He paused. “But what about you?” He asked the question softly, suspecting the worst.
  
  It was a long moment before she answered. “I’m engaged.”
  
  He looked down when she said it, suddenly feeling just a bit weaker. So that was it. That’s what she needed to tell him.
  
  “Congratulations,” he finally said, wondering how convincing he sounded. “When’s the big day?”
  
  “Three weeks. Lon wanted a November wedding.”
  
  “Lon?”
  
  “Lon Hammond Junior. My fiancé”
  
  He nodded. The Hammonds were one of the most powerful and influential families in the state. Cotton money. Unlike that of his own father, the death of Lon Hammond Senior had made the front page of the newspaper.
  
  “I’ve heard of them. His father built quite a business. Did Lon take over for him?”
  
  She shook her head. “No, he’s a lawyer. He has his own practice.”
  
  “With his name, he must be busy.”
  
  “He is. He works a lot.”
  
  He thought he heard something in her tone, and the next question came automatically. “Does he treat you well?”
  
  She didn’t answer right away, as if she were considering the question for the first time. Then: “Yes. He’s a good man, Noah. You’d like him.”
  
  Her voice was distant when she answered, or at least he thought it was. Noah wondered if it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
  
  “How’s your daddy doing?” she asked.
  
  Noah took a couple of steps before answering. “He passed on earlier this year, right after I got back.”
  
  “I’m sorry,” she said softly.
  
  He nodded, and they walked on in silence.
  
  They reached the top of the hill and stopped. The oak tree was in the distance, with the sun glowing orange behind it. Allie could feel his eyes on her as she stared in that direction.
  
  “A lot of memories there, Allie.”
  
  She smiled. “I know. I saw it when I came in. Do you remember the day we spent there?”
  
  “Yes,” he answered, volunteering no more.
  
  “Do you ever think about it?”
  
  "Sometimes,” he said. “Usually when I’m working out this way.
  
  It sits on my property now.”
  
  "You bought it?”
  
  I just couldn’t bear to see it turned into kitchen cabinets.”
  
  She laughed under her breath, feeling strangely pleased about that. “Do you still read poetry?
  
  He nodded. “Yeah. I never stopped. I guess it’s in my blood.”
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