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Reed convinced himself that Sadie was having her own affair—with Tad Morrissey. Was there anything wrong with that? Reed wondered. He and Sadie were both being discreet, keeping up appearances. They went together to the start-of-summer barbecue at Lambert’s Cove with Sadie’s family. Reed liked Sadie’s family: her parents, Al and Lydia; her brother, Franklin. Lo and behold, Franklin brought Tad Morrissey with him to the barbecue as his “date,” he joked—but really, Reed suspected, Tad was Sadie’s date. Possibly Franklin knew about Sadie, and Tad was in on the deceit. Certainly no one batted an eye when Sadie sat next to Tad by the fire or when Sadie jumped up to fetch Tad more potato salad.

“While you’re up, I’ll have a little more as well,” Reed had said. But Sadie had pretended not to hear him.

Sadie only paid attention to him that night when he was checking his text messages—and when he stepped away from the fire to call Harper back.

“Where are you going?” Sadie asked. “You’re not on call tonight.”

“I had a patient die unexpectedly,” Reed said. Lydia heard this and crossed herself. Sadie rolled her eyes, which only showed how much her contempt for him was spoiling her soul. She turned away, asked Tad if he wanted another beer, and Reed was free to talk to Harper.



He should never have met her at Lucy Vincent. In retrospect, that much was obvious. But Billy had died, and Reed was taken as much by surprise as she had been. Billy had congestive heart failure and myriad other ailments, but Reed had thought he would last weeks longer, maybe even the entire summer. Some people had a dogged survival instinct, and Billy Frost was one of them. He had seemed like the kind of man who could live forever, despite his terminal condition.

Reed had thought Sadie was asleep when he left the house. She had been in their bedroom with the door closed, the lights out. Reed no longer kept any clothes or belongings in that room, so there would be no reason for him to open the door and check on Sadie; if she was awake, she would think he was coming after her for sex. They had both had a lot to drink at the barbecue, and whereas this sometimes led to a fight, on the ride home Sadie had been benign, nearly kind—the result, Reed assumed, of spending an evening in close proximity to her beloved.

He eased the Lexus out of the driveway, feeling like a teenager sneaking out from a house ruled by overbearing parents. Once he hit South Road, he experienced a heady sense of freedom. He was alive. How many moments of how many days had he failed to realize that? If someone had asked him then if he had any intention of going back to Sadie that night or ever again, he might have shrugged and said, What for?



Sadie had trailed him. She had heard the car pull out—or perhaps she had sensed something, overheard part of his conversation with Harper, read some impending deception on his face—and jumped out of bed. Possibly she had been waiting for him to go to bed so she could sneak out to meet Tad. However it had happened, he had been caught with Harper in the parking lot of Lucy Vincent.

Caught.

At first he thought he could talk his way out of it, using a measured voice and reasonable calm. Sadie had been quite drunk; her eyesight wasn’t reliable. It had been dark, and she was without her glasses.

But Sadie had embarked on a full-blown investigation, which Reed, unfortunately, didn’t discover until after Sadie made the abhorrent scene at Farm Neck. In the days that followed Billy Frost’s memorial reception, the affair between Harper Frost and Dr. Reed Zimmer was all anyone talked about. It made Reed queasy to think about how lurid and trashy his private life must seem, that he had been revealed to be just one more faithless slug. A cheater.

Sadie forced Reed to go to his in-laws’ house, in Katama, to confess. Al Phelps had cast his eyes to the floor, uncomfortable and embarrassed at hearing Reed’s admission of guilt. Lydia had cried as though she were the one Reed had betrayed.

“Shame on you,” she’d whispered.

Reed would have liked to explain how bad things were at home, that Sadie wouldn’t sleep with him, wouldn’t accept a cup of coffee from his hands, wouldn’t kiss him good-bye when he left for work. But what did that matter? There were two kinds of people: the faithful and the unfaithful. He was unfaithful. And he had blithely chosen to believe that his wife was also unfaithful. He had created a whole fantasy relationship between her and Tad Morrissey, which, he realized now, was only for the benefit of his aching conscience.

Greenie, Adam Greenfield, the president of the hospital board of directors, had asked him to take a leave of absence for the summer.

“Go away,” he said. “By September, this will be old news.”

Reed had, initially, considered leaving. He could go to California, Oregon, Washington State, Alaska. He could return to Cincinnati, where he had grown up. He could spend a nostalgic summer driving past the house where his parents had raised him with tall, cold glasses of milk placed at the one o’clock position above his dinner plate, where he had conducted open-heart surgery on a frog he found floating in his mother’s koi pond, where he had learned how to mow a lawn in contrasting diagonal stripes, and where he had played third base in summer-league baseball. Third base had been the perfect home for him, a lefty. He would eat chili from Skyline and ice cream from Graeter’s. He would track down Tracy Sweeten, the girl with blond feathered hair whom he had loved in seventh grade. When Reed bumped into Tracy or other people he’d known growing up, they would say they’d heard he was a doctor back East. A few might remember that he lived on an island, although he doubted anyone would be able to imagine the Vineyard. Cincinnati was flat, midwestern: it was cornfields and trout ponds, as far from the cliffs of Aquinnah, the surging Atlantic, and East Coast elitism as one could get, aesthetically and philosophically.