dk.nightchills-第8部分
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ce brightness of those eyes belonged to a much older man。 His features were narrow； somewhat aristocratic； but a deep tan softened the sharp angles of his face and saved him from a haughty look。 He appeared to be a man who would feel at ease both in an elegant drawing room and in a waterfront bar。
He was wearing a blue workshirt； blue jeans； and black square…toed boots； however； he did not seem to be casually dressed。 Indeed； in spite of the jeans； there was an air of formality about his outfit。 He wore those clothes better than most men wore tuxedos。 The sleeves of his shirt had been carefully pressed and creased。 His opened collar stood up straight and stiff； as if it had been starched。 The silvery buckle on his belt had been carefully polished。 Like his shirt； his jeans seemed to have been tailored。 His low…heeled boots shone almost like patent leather。
He had always been pulsively neat。 He couldn't remember a time when his friends hadn't kidded him about it。 As a child he had kept his toy box in better order than his mother had kept the china closet。
Three and a half years ago； after Annie died and left him with the children； his need for order and neatness had bee almost neurotic。 On a Wednesday afternoon； ten months after the funeral； when he caught himself rearranging the contents of a cabinet in his veterinary clinic for the seventh time in two hours； he realized that his pulsion for neatness could bee a refuge from life and especially from grief。 Alone in the clinic； standing before an array of instruments…forceps； syringes； scalpels…he cried for the first time since he learned Annie was dead。 Under the misguided belief that he had to hide his grief from the children in order to provide them with an example of strength； he had never given vent to the powerful emotions that the loss of his wife had engendered。 Now he cried； shook； and raged at the cruelty of it。 He rarely used foul language； but now he strung together all the vile words and phrases
that he knew； cursing God and the universe and life…and himself。 After that； his pulsive neatness ceased to be a neurosis and became； again； just another facet of his character； which frustrated some people and charmed others。
Someone knocked on the bedroom door。
He turned away from the window。 〃e in。〃
Rya opened the door。 〃It's seven o'clock； Daddy。 Suppertime。〃
In faded red jeans and a short…sleeved white sweater； with her dark hair falling past her shoulders； she looked startlingly like her mother。 She tilted her head to one side； just as Annie use to do； as if trying to guess what he was thinking。
〃Is Mark ready？〃
〃Oh；〃 she said； 〃he was ready an hour ago。 He's in the kitchen； getting in Sam's way。〃
〃Then we'd better get down there。 Knowing Mark's appetite； I'd say he has half the food eaten already。〃
As he came toward her； she stepped back a pace。 〃You look absolutely marvelous； Daddy。〃
He smiled at her and lightly pinched her cheek。 If she had been plimenting Mark； she would have said that he looked 〃super；〃 but she wanted him to know that she was judging him by grown…up standards； and she had used grown…up language。
〃You really think so？〃 he asked。
〃Jenny won't be able to resist you；〃 she said。
He made a face at her。
〃It's true；〃 Rya said。
〃What makes you think I care whether or not Jenny can resist me？〃
Her expression said he should stop treating her as a child。 〃When Jenny came down to Boston in March； you were altogether different。〃
〃Different from what？〃
〃Different from the way you usually are。 For two whole weeks；〃 she said； 〃when you came home from the clinic； you didn't once grump about sick poodles and Siamese cats。〃
〃Well； that's because the only patients I had for those two weeks were elephants and giraffes。〃
〃Oh； daddy。〃
〃And a pregnant kangaroo。〃
Rya sat on the bed。 〃Are you going to ask her to marry you？〃
〃The kangaroo？〃
She grinned； partly at the joke and partly at the way he was trying to evade the question。 〃I'm not sure I'd like a kangaroo for a mother；〃 she said。 〃But if the baby is yours； you're going to have to marry her if you want to do the right thing。〃
〃I swear it's not mine；〃 he said。 〃I'm not romantically inclined toward kangaroos。〃
〃Toward Jenny？〃 she asked。
〃Whether or nor I'm attracted to her； the important question is whether Jenny likes me。〃
〃You don't know？〃 Rya asked。 〃Well 。 。 。 I'll find out for you。〃
Teasing her； he said； 〃How will you do that？〃
〃Ask her。〃
〃And make me look like Miles Standish？〃
〃Oh； no；〃 she said。 〃I'll be subtle about it。〃 She got up from the bed and went to the door。 〃Mark must have eaten three…fourths of the food by now。〃
〃Rya？〃
She looked back at him。
〃Do you like Jenny？〃
She grinned。 〃Oh； very much。〃
For seven years； since Mark was two and Rya four； the Annendales had been taking their summer vacation in the mountains above Black River。 Paul wanted to municate to his children his own love of wild places and wild things。 During these four… and six…week vacations； he educated them in the ways of nature so that they might know the satisfaction of being in harmony with it。 This was a joyous education； and they looked forward to each outing。
The year that Annie died； he almost canceled the trip。 At
first it had seemed to him that going without her would only make their loss more evident。 Rya had convinced him otherwise。 〃It's like Mommy is still in this house；〃 Rya had said。 〃When I go from one room to another； I expect to find her there； all pale and drawn like she was near the end。 If we go camping up beyond Black River； I guess maybe I'll expect to see her in the woods too； but at least I won't expect to see her pale and drawn。 When we went to Black River； she was so pretty and healthy。 And she was always so happy when we were out in the forest。〃 Because of Rya； they took their vacation as usual that year； and it proved to be the best thing they could have done。
The first year that he and Annie took the children to Black River； they bought their dry goods and supplies at Edison's General Store。 Mark and Rya had fallen in love with Sam Edison the day they met him。 Annie and Paul came under his spell nearly as quickly。 By the end of their four…week vacation； they had e down from the mountain twice to have dinner at Edison's； and when they left for home they had promised to keep in touch with an occasional letter。 The following year； Sam told them that they were not to go up into the mountains to set up camp after the long tiring drive from Boston。 Instead； he insisted they spend the night at his place and get a fresh start in the morning。 That first…night stop…over had bee their yearly routine。 By now Sam was like a grandfather to Rya and Mark。 For the past two years； Paul had brought the children north to spend Christmas week at Edison's。
Paul had met Jenny Edison just last year。 Of course； Sam fiad mentioned his daughter many times。 She had gone to Columbia and majored in music。 In her senior year she married a musician and moved to California where he was playing in a band。 But after more than seven years； the marriage had turned sour； and she had e home to get her wits about her and to decide what she wanted to do next。 As proud a father as he had been； Sam had never shown pictures of her。 That was not his style。 On his first day in Black River last year； walking into Edison's where she was waiting on children at the candy
counter…and catching sight of her…Paul had for a moment been unable to get his breath。
It happened that quickly between them。 Not love at first sight。 Something more fundamental than love。 Something more basic that had to e first； before love could develop。 Instinctively； intuitively； even though he had been certain there could be no one after Annie； he had known that she was right for him。 Jenny felt the attraction too； powerfully； immediately
…but almost unwillingly。
If he had told all of this to Rya； she would have said； 〃So why aren't you married？〃 If life were only that simple 。
After dinner； while Sam and the children washed the dishes； Paul and Jenny retired to the den。 They propped their feet up on an antique woodcarver's bench； and he put his arm around her shoulder。 Their conversation had been free and easy at the table； but now it was stilted。 She was hard and angular under his arm； tense。 Twice； he leaned over and kissed her gently on the corner of the mouth； but she remained stiff and cool。 He decided that she was inhibited by the possibility that Rya or Mark or her father might walk into the room at any moment； and he suggested they take a drive。
〃I don't know 。 。
He stood up。 〃e on。 Some fresh night air will be good for you。〃
Outside； the night was chilly。 As they got in the car； she said； 〃We almost need the heater。〃
〃Not at all；〃 he said。 〃Just snuggle up and share body heat。〃 He grinned at her。 〃Where to？〃
〃I know a nice quiet little bar in Bexford。〃
〃I thought we were staying out of public places？〃
〃They don't have the flu in Bexford；〃 she said。
〃They don't？ It's only thirty miles down the road。〃
She shrugged。 〃That's just one of the curiosities of this plague。〃
He put the car in gear and drove out into the str
