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to hear。 When their eyes locked； she once again realized how special he was。
And for just a fleeting moment； a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies； she wondered if she was in love with him again。
THE TIMER WENT off in the kitchen； and Noah turned away； strangely affected by what had just happened between them。 Her eyes had spoken to him and whispered something he longed to hear； yet he couldn’t stop the voice inside his head； her voice that had told him of her love for another man。 He silently cursed the timer as he walked to the kitchen and removed the bread from the oven。 He saw that the frying pan was ready。 He added the vegetables and heard them begin to crackle。 Then he got some but…ter out of the icebox； spread some on the bread and melted a hit more for the crabs。
Allie had followed him into the kitchen and cleared her throat。
“Can I get the table ready？”
Noah used the bread knife as a pointer。 “Sure； plates are over there。 Utensils and napkins there。 Make sure you get plenty— crabs can be messy。” He couldn’t look at her as he spoke。 He didn’t want to be mistaken about what had just happened between them。
Allie too； was wondering about the moment and feeling warm as she thought of it。 The words he’d spoken replayed in her head as she found everything she needed for the table settings。 Noah handed her the bread and their fingers touched briefly。
He turned his attention back to the frying pan and stirred the vegetables。 He lifted the lid of the steamer； saw the crabs still had a minute； and let them cook some more。 He was more posed now and returned to small talk； easy conversation。
“Have you ever had crab before？”
“A couple of times。 But only in salads。”
He laughed。 “Then you’re in for an adventure。 Hold on a sec…ond。” He disappeared upstairs for a moment； then returned with a navy…blue button…down shirt。 He held it out for her。
“Here； put this on。 I don’t want you to stain your dress。”
Allie put it on and smelt the fragrance that lingered in the shirt—his smell； distinctive； natural。
“Don’t worry。” he said； seeing her expression； “it’s clean。”
She laughed。 “I know。 It just reminds me of our first real date。 You gave me your jacket that night； remember？”
He nodded。
The vegetables and crabs were ready at about the same time。 “Be careful； they’re hot。” he said as he handed them to her； and they sat across from each other at the small wooden table。 Then realizing the tea was still on the counter； Allie stood and brought it over。 After putting some vegetables and bread on their plates； Noah added a crab； and Allie sat for a moment； staring at it。
“It looks like a bug。”
“A good bug； though；” he said。 “Here； let me show you how it’s done。”
He made it look easy； removing the meat and putting it on her plate。 Allie crushed the legs too hard the first time and had to use her fingers to get the shells away from the meat。 She felt clumsy； worrying that he saw every mistake； but then she realized her own insecurity。 He didn’t care about things like that He never had。 “So； tell me everything you’ve been up to since I saw you last；” she asked。
They started to talk then； making up for lost time。 Noah talked about leaving New Bern； about working in the shipyard and at the scrap yard in New Jersey。 He spoke fondly of Morris Goldman and touched on the war a little； and told her how much he missed his father。 Allie talked about going to college； painting； and her hours spent volunteering at the hospital。 She talked about her family and Mends and the charities she was involved with。 Neither of them brought up anybody they had dated since they’d last seen each other。 Even Lon was ignored； and though both of them noticed the omission； neither mentioned it。
Afterwards Allie tried to remember the last time she and Lon had talked this way。 Although he listened well and they seldom argued； he was not the type of man to talk like this。 Like her father； he wasn’t fortable sharing feelings。 She’d tried to explain that she needed to be closer to him； but it had never seemed to make a difference。
Sitting here now； she realized what she’d been missing。
The sky grew darker and the moon rose higher as the evening wore on。 And without either of them being conscious of it； they began to regain the intimacy； the bond of familiarity； they had once shared。
THEY FINISHED dinner； both pleased with the meal； neither talking much now。 Noah looked at his watch and saw that it was getting late。 The stars were out in full； the crickets a little quieter。 He had enjoyed talking to Allie and wondered what she’d thought about his life； hoping it would somehow make a difference； if it could。
He got up and refilled the kettle。 They both brought the dishes to the sink and cleaned the table； and he poured two more cups of hot water； adding tea bags to both。
“How about the porch again？” he asked； handing her the cup； and she agreed； leading the way。
He grabbed a quilt for her in case she got cold； and soon they had taken their places again； the quilt over her legs； rockers moving。 Noah watched her from the corner of his eye。 God； she’s beautiful； he thought。 And inside he ached。
For something had happened during dinner。
Quite simply； he had fallen in love again。 He knew that now as they sat next to one another。 Fallen in love with a new Allie； not just her memory。 But then he had never really stopped； and this； he realized； was his destiny。
“It’s been quite a night。” he said； his voice softer now。
“Yes； it has。” she said； “a wonderful night。”
Noah glanced up at the stars； their twinkling lights reminding him that she would he leaving soon； and he felt almost empty inside。 This was a night he wanted never to end。 How should he tell her？ What could he say that would make her stay’？
He didn’t know。 And thus the decision was made to say nothing。 And he realized then that he had failed。
The rockers moved in quiet rhythm。
“Talk to me；” she finally said； her voice sensual。 Or was his mind playing tricks’？
“What should I say？”
“Talk like you did to me under the oak tree。”
And he did； reciting distant passages； toasting the night。 Whitman and Thomas； because he loved the images； Tennyson and Browning； because their themes felt so familiar。
She rested her head against the back of the rocker； closing her eyes。 It wasn’t just the poems or his voice that did it。 It was all of it； the whole greater than the sum of the parts。 She didn’t try to break it down； didn’t want to； because it wasn’t meant to he listened to that way。 Poetry； she thought； wasn’t written to he analysed： it was meant to inspire without reason； to touch without understanding。
They rocked for a while； drinking tea； sitting quietly； drifting in their thoughts。 The pulsion that had driven her here was gone now—she was glad of this—but she worried about the feelings that had taken its place； the stirrings that had begun to sift and swirl in her pores like gold dust in river pans。 She’d tried to deny them； hide from them； but now she realized that she didn’t want them to stop。
Lon could not evoke these feelings in her。 He never had and probably never would。 Maybe that was why she had never been to bed with him。 She had always used the excuse that she wanted to wait until marriage。 He took it well； usually； and she sometimes wondered how hurt he would be if he ever found out about Noah。
But there was something else that made her want to wait； and it had to do with Lon himself。 He was driven in his work； and it always came first。 For him there was no time for poems and wasted evenings on porches。 She knew this was why he was successful； and part of her respected him for that。 But she also sensed it wasn’t enough。 She wanted something more。 Passion and romance； perhaps； or quiet conversations in candlelit rooms； or perhaps something as simple as not being second。
Noah； too； was sifting through his thoughts。 As he rocked； he remembered the thousands of empty nights he had spent since they’d last seen each other。 Seeing her again brought all those feelings to the surface； and he found it impossibl