Winter Solstice (Winter #4)(24)

“Glenn is the face of the company,” Allegra says.

“You’re the first person people see when they walk through the door,” Eddie says. “And you’re doing a terrific job. In no time you’ll be a sales associate, and then once you take the requisite courses, you’ll be a broker like me.”

“I don’t expect you to understand,” Allegra says.

“Understand what?” Eddie says.

“You and Aunt Barbie grew up in New Bedford,” Allegra says. “So for you guys, coming to Nantucket was a big step forward. But I grew up here. And here I remain.”

“Well, I’ll point out,” Eddie says, “you could be stuck somewhere worse. There aren’t many places better than here.”

“I always saw myself someplace more glamorous,” Allegra says. “New York City, London…”

“Tokyo!” Eddie says, but Allegra doesn’t even crack a smile. He understands what she means, but at the same time, he feels hurt. He worked his ass off to be able to raise the twins here—and until his recent misfortunes, their lives had been pretty darn blessed. He’d given them whatever they asked for—fancy Italian leather jackets, three-hundred—dollar jeans, riding lessons, a Jeep, and the expensive college-prep classes that Allegra chose to skip.

There’s no time to bemoan his daughters’ squandered privilege, because now he and Allegra are pulling into the parking lot at the VFW, which is already jam-packed with cars. Eddie feels a surge of excitement. Finally he’s back in the swing of things; he’s where the action is. When he told Glenn and Barbie that he’d been invited to Bart Quinn’s birthday, they were envious. He saw it on their faces.

“Here we are,” Eddie says. “Let’s get this party started.”


It takes Eddie about half a second to realize that he and Allegra are the only ones at the party wearing costumes. Eddie first sees their error in the faces of Mitzi and Bart, who are standing at the entrance to the party greeting the guests. When Mitzi sees Eddie and Allegra, her mouth falls open, then she quickly transitions to a smile. Bart cocks an eyebrow. Eddie feels humiliated, primarily on Allegra’s behalf. He has only dressed as himself. Allegra, on the other hand, looks like she stepped out of Shōgun. Eddie decides he will offer to run Allegra right home so that she can change, but he turns to see her shuffling in tiny steps toward Bart and then executing a deep bow with her hands at prayer in front of her chest.

“Happy birthday,” she says when she rises. Then she holds out a hand. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Allegra Pancik. I was a freshman when you were a senior.”

“I think I do remember you,” Bart says. “And that’s a dynamite outfit. But you know this isn’t a costume party, right?”

“Right,” Allegra says. “However, I always dress up on Halloween.”

Eddie is extremely impressed by the confidence of this answer. Hope may be at Bucknell paving a golden road into her future, but Hope would not be able to finesse a situation as awkward as this and work it to her advantage. Of the twins, Allegra has been blessed with the superior survival skills.

“Come with me, Allegra,” Bart says. “I’ll show you where the bar is.”

They disappear inside before Eddie can remind Allegra that she’s only nineteen years old and also that Ed Kapenash, chief of police, will likely be in attendance tonight. Eddie sighs, then offers his hand to Mitzi. “Sorry, we thought it was a costume party.”

Mitzi says, “I wanted a costume party, but Bart put his foot down.”

“Well, I came dressed as myself, or my former self, but I doubt anyone will notice,” Eddie says.

“I’d like to meet with you before the end of the week about that thing we discussed,” Mitzi says. “Are you free Friday?”

“I have clients coming from off-island to look at houses on Friday,” Eddie says. “How about Thursday?”

“Thursday works for me,” Mitzi says.

“Okay, let’s say Thursday at ten. I’ll come to you, we can do a walk-through and write up a listing sheet. We’ll get you your asking price, I promise.”

Mitzi opens her mouth to speak, but she clams up when Kelley rolls over in a wheelchair pushed by a woman with a stethoscope around her neck and a blood pressure cuff hanging out of her jacket pocket. Costume? Eddie wonders. He takes one look at Kelley and decides the answer is no. That’s a real nurse. Kelley’s complexion is gray, his face is gaunt and sunken; he has a patch over one eye.

But when Kelley sees Eddie, the corners of his mouth turn up. “Eddie,” he says. “Welcome.”

Eddie is rendered speechless. He knew Kelley was sick, of course, but Kelley doesn’t look like he’ll last until tomorrow.

However, Eddie is good at nothing so much as ignoring unpleasant realities, especially those right in front of him, and so Eddie reaches out to shake Kelley’s hand as though everything is just fine, as though Kelley has merely come dressed as someone in a wheelchair—FDR, or Tom Cruise in Born on the Fourth of July.

“Kelley,” Eddie says. “Looking good, man!”

Kelley barely nods. His hand, in Eddie’s, feels like a bunch of brittle sticks. Eddie isn’t sure what else to say. He won’t mention the sale of the inn because clearly it’s a measure Mitzi is taking after Kelley’s death.