![]() ![]() "I had a bad dream and I went to get her and she wasn't there." Wrapping a quilt around my shoulders, I ran to the top of the steps.Įmma stood in the hall below me. In the sudden silence, I heard Emma shouting as if she, too, had awakened suddenly from a bad dream. ![]() Shivering with cold, I leapt up and closed the window. Rain blew in the open window by my bed and struck my face. A cry-I woke, terrified, clutching the old teddy bear. Three girls huddled in a canoe, quarreling, rocking the canoe. Gradually, I drifted into the Teresa dream: rough dark water, gray sky, fog. The longer we stayed here, the more she reminded me of Mom. ![]() She was my tough New York City aunt, my artist aunt, my sophisticated, worldly aunt, smart and talented, witty and quick and daring-everything I wanted to be someday.īut now. Before we came to Gull Cottage, I'd never seen her angry or upset, never imagined her crying over anything. Instead, we planned a hike and picnic in the state park, as well as another trip to Pemaquid Point.īut when darkness came, and I lay in bed alone, I found myself thinking about Dulcie. At dinner, we sat together at the table, laughing and talking as if the earlier scenes had never happened. ![]()
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