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Authors: Gillian Roberts

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And before that, she remembered driving here alone a month before Jesse was born because she thought a long walk on Limantour Beach would clarify her thinking about the future of her marriage. She could still picture herself, enormous in a blue denim tent of a dress, walking barefoot on the hard sand, hemline drenched by surprise waves. She could still hear the chorus of seabird colonies in the surf and those in the ponds and estuaries a few yards inland, the pelicans flying in formation above all of it. She had looked to the timeless elements around her for answers, but had gotten none. Days later, two teenage boys wrongly thought they

d snuffed out a campfire, and the Mount Vision inferno roared through the park, consuming an acre every five seconds at its worst, more than twelve thousand acres before it was contained. Shortly after Jesse was born, she

d put him in a sling and gone to see the spectral grayness leading down to the ocean, and had taken it as a belated but sufficient answer.

As her next visit had been when she was heartened by the multitude of tiny bishop pines sprouting under their burned progenitors. Their seeds had required blazing temperatures to be released. The land was restoring itself, starting over. She thought, perhaps, that she was beginning to catch on, that if she kept returning, this place would keep teaching her.

The ranger was shaking her head, looking patiently amused by the idea of anyone

s getting a legal campsite at this hour.

They

ve been reserved for a long time now,

she said.

You know that myth

or maybe it

s real

that it

s always hot and pretty on Presidents

Day weekend. We

re booked even now, before the weekend starts.

Specially because of this break in the weather. We keep some slots open, but people were lined up for them when we opened this morning.

She shook her head again.

If your friend didn

t have a reservation, he isn

t here.


Illegally, then?

Billie asked.

The ranger shrugged.

I always tell

em it

s a whole lot cheaper getting a room around here than paying the fine.

Back in the car, they followed an increasingly dusky, then dark Highway One along a shore spotted with weathered homes and country-style restaurants until they approached Stephen

s other seaside haven, the single downtown street of Stinson Beach.

Maybe we were wrong,

Emma said.

We. Emma

s first

we.

Billie savored the word and moment.


But let

s look for

their place,
’”
Emma said.

Maybe leave a warning for him. Meanwhile, he

s probably warm at home while we chase around.

There was actual camaraderie in the line, companionship and ease. Billie felt the frozen wasteland between them melt at its edges. Only the smallest of puddles, but a warming trend, at least.

She scanned the few options at the sleepy beach town. A bookstore, cafe, a market

and a shingled house with a small sign, halfhearted, reading, The Bar.

Their place, maybe?

Billie said.

Emma pointed. Halfway hidden by the building, the dark hood of a car. But it wasn

t Yvonne

s. When they parked and inspected it, it turned out to be missing its front tires.

The house was tiny, the

bar

almost a dollhouse-sized affair, albeit fully stocked. Two men sat at a small pedestal table near the window, playing chess and drinking dark beer. The man behind the bar had been on a tall stool, reading. He closed his book and stood up as Emma and Billie entered.

Welcome,

he said.

Help you?

Billie was acutely thirsty and ready to appreciate anything wet. She also thought buying something was fair trade for information, but most of all, she felt she should follow Emma

s lead.


I

ll have a beer,

Emma said.

What

s on tap?

She glanced at Billie, who nodded and said,

Make it two.

Beer wasn

t her favorite, but there it was. She wanted to belong, and suddenly, wine seemed potentially effete, coffee too abstemious, soda immature.

She had to stop thinking this way, as if she were preparing to play a role, as if she were always deciding what this character Billie would do in a situation. But she accepted her beer and sat down on one of the five stools in front of the bar, as did Emma, and waited for a cue from her employer.


Stevie here yet?

Emma asked.

The bartender tilted his head, then shook it.

Who?


Stevie Tassio.


Stevie?

Emma laughed and her features reacted as if she

d put a softener over them.

I

m the boy

s aunt and this here

s his cousin, my sister

s child, and I guess Stevie

s too grown-up for that nickname now, is that it? Stephen, I mean.


You

re relatives?

Billie nodded and smiled.

Aunt Emma and cousin Billie Jo. From near Ukiah. He mentioned us, then?

she asked brightly.

The bartender shook his head again.

Did he know you were coming out?


Oh, yes. We

re meeting here. I admit I get things jumbled if I don

t write them down, and I didn

t. But he said a house with the word

Bar

outside. There isn

t another one, is there?

Emma the Stern had blurred her edges and become a flustered, worried generic woman of a certain age.


Is Stevie

I mean Stephen

still with that dark-haired girl with the fancy name?

Billie asked.

Something foreign, although, of course, she wasn

t.


Yvonne?

the bartender asked, and when Billie nodded and said,

Yes!

he shook his head anew.

Broke up a while back.


What a pity! I thought we were about to be invited to a wedding,

Emma said.


Maybe there

s somebody new,

Billie said, poking Emma with her elbow.

The bartender shrugged.

Wouldn

t know. He didn

t say.


Well, now, I

ll ask him myself

what else is the point of meddling relatives, right?

Emma laughed at her own weak joke.

So

where is my bachelor nephew?


Left a while ago. He didn

t say anything about meeting anybody. We touched base, that

s all.


He left? Why would he be out this way if he wasn

t meeting us? He

s too young to be as forgetful as I am! Or did he have a hot date, is that it?


Didn

t say. He was alone when he was here. See, I

m kind of voice mail for people passing through. People leave him messages here. He comes by to check.

Alone,
Billie thought. Then Penny was where? Had this search been in the wrong direction from the start? Penny wasn

t with him. She might never have been, and she could be anywhere on earth.


Aha! Maybe he did have a date,

Emma said.

The bartender shrugged. He seemed more pragmatic than romantic.

Or something came up, change of plans. There were messages. Two. No, wait

one hung up. Didn

t leave her name, although I have my suspicions.

Her. Crazy Yvonne probably, behaving less impulsively and more thoughtfully than they had. She

d called to find out if Stephen was there, had verified his presence, and hadn

t wasted gas and more important, time at Point Reyes.


And the other phone call? Some kind of emergency?

Emma asked after downing the last of her beer.

The bartender shrugged.

Doubt it. He was here when that call came, too, and he took it. All

s I know it was a man who said something like I should tell him it

s about jewelry. That doesn

t sound like an emergency to me.

Emma glanced at Billie, who shook her head. Jewelry?

The bartender wiped at an imaginary speck on the small bar. Billie wondered how he filled his days.

I think
…”
he began.

Don

t be offended

but I think he

s got a whole lot on his mind these days, and I think he just plain forgot about your date. I

m real sorry. He will be, too.


Oh, dear. This is a

I

m not sure what we
…”
Emma, anything but the

oh, dear

type, dissolved herself into pure confusion.

Young man, could we leave a message for when he checks in with you?


Could be awhile,

the man said.

Days, even.


Understood, but will you leave word that Aunt Emma and Billie Jo were by as planned, and now I guess we

ll head back to Ukiah. Beat the storm.


There won

t be a storm. Presidents

Day is coming up.

The bartender grinned.

Always nice that weekend.

Emma nodded.

Fine, but tell him to give us a ring. He knows the number. Unless he

s forgotten that, too!

And with an incredulous, politely upset little-old-lady laugh, she was up and off the stool, walking to the door with a slight hesitation, residual bewilderment in her stride.


You

re good,

Billie said when they were outside.

Did you ever act? Onstage, I mean?

Emma looked sideways and up at her sharply, as if grossly offended.

Of course not!

she snapped as she unlocked her car door.

So what do we know? Apparently Yvonne didn

t come here, maybe just made that call to find out if Stephen was here. He

s not camping and there

s no threat, and Penny Redmond is not with him, unless she was outside waiting in the car, but what sense would that make? No reason for us to hang around. Is there?

What the hell did Emma have against acting onstage?


We

ll go down Panoramic and take a jog by poor Miriam

s, and still get home early, okay?

Like her approval mattered.

Fine,

Billie said. By all means take the longer, harder, foggier, more dangerous route so we can waste time with a loony.


Two birds,

Emma said, even though one of their birds had flown the coop. Miriam

s trash can hardly seemed worth the time.

Somewhere off the road that wound over and down the mountain were spectacular vistas of deep valleys, lush vegetation, waterfalls in this rainy season, and always, wildlife. But none of that was visible in the combination of night and the ever-increasing white swirls. Emma said nothing but sat straight and at the ready behind the wheel. The narrow road twisted and the headlights of oncoming cars flashed onto trees a second before the cars themselves appeared.

We all love this, don

t we?

Emma muttered.

The near-wild at our back door. Nature

s splendors left unspoiled. But every so often, don

t you secretly wish they

d pave the damned mountain or put a freeway ramp over it or a tunnel through it so getting to the beach would be easier? Not that I

ve ever said it out loud before, for fear of being reported to the tree-huggers.

Billie allowed herself a small laugh of acknowledgment, but she swallowed the end of it as she saw flashing lights and a cluster of cars directly ahead.

Roadblock.

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