Time Is a River (25 page)

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Mia called out.

“Do you always get up so early?”

“I heard you stomping around up there.” She handed Maddie the mug of steaming coffee.

“Mmm…thanks.” She took a sip, then sighed lustily. “That’s better. Nectar of the gods. I need it this morning. I was up half the night reading the diaries.”

“And?”

“You’re right,” she said begrudgingly. “She even makes me want to go out and walk in the woods.”

Maddie made no secret of her loathing of anything involving the outdoors—hiking, surfing, kayaking. She preferred going to exercise class and treadmills.

“I knew it.”

“She certainly was all about fly-fishing, wasn’t she?”

“Yes. And soon you will be, too. I’ve got a little surprise for you. Hurry and drink your coffee. We’re going fishing.”

Maddie groaned. “I had a bet with Don that you’d get me in the river this weekend. Why the hurry?”

“Stuart is coming to teach you.”

Maddie’s mug stilled midair and Mia saw her blue eyes narrow over the rim. “Who is Stuart?”

A half hour later Mia heard the whine of an engine coming up the road. She peeked out the window to see the Jeep’s tires spitting the new gravel as it came to a stop. Her heart did a fish leap at seeing Stuart’s long legs stretch out from the Jeep and his face emerge, a faint stubble along his jaw. Today was his day off, and he had come to teach Maddie how to handle a fly rod and cast.

Maddie’s brows rose slightly when six-foot Stuart walked into the cabin in his tan shorts and fishing shirt, then rose higher when he casually bent to peck Mia’s cheek with a kiss hello. Mia knew the mother hen was hovering.

Stuart, in contrast, was relaxed and stuck out his hand when Mia made the introductions.

“I’m glad to at last meet the sister I’ve heard so much about.”

“Oh, God, I can only imagine what you’ve heard.”

“All good,” he said with a reassuring smile.

They drank coffee and ate Becky’s pastries while standing on the porch, eager to get going. Mia enjoyed watching Maddie struggle to put on the paraphernalia associated with fly-fishing: waders, neoprene socks, felt-lined boots, fishing vest, polarized sunglasses, and hat. She watched her fumble with the gadgets and remembered how she’d felt exactly the same confusion…was it only two months ago? It seemed a lifetime had passed since that morning in June.

“Look at me, I’m the Michelin Man,” Maddie joked, sticking her arms out and turning around in a circle.

Mia knew her sister didn’t need most of that gear on this midsummer day. She’d be in shallow water and Stuart would be knotting all the flies. But Stuart wanted her to have the whole experience. When Maddie picked a rod she liked, he led her to the open area and began with the basics of stance, grip, and casts. He was very patient. Maddie was very nervous. Mia recalled how clumsy and inept a beginner could feel the first time she handled a fly rod. With a quick excuse she left them to sit on the white rocks by the pool.

She dangled her legs, enjoying watching Maddie’s first attempts at casting. She couldn’t see Stuart’s face as his back was to her. She watched as he spoke to Maddie, using his hands to imitate the cast. She could almost make out the words he was saying. Maddie appeared very serious. She had a nice cast and caught on quickly.

After half an hour, the sky began to rumble. Mia looked up and saw angry, dark clouds moving in over patches of blue. Across in the grassy area she saw Stuart looking up at the sky as well. They both knew how fast a storm could roll in across the mountains. He and Maddie began walking toward the shallow section of the river. No doubt he wanted her to try some real casting before the rain.

Mia looked down at the river below her feet, searching the green pool as always for Mr. Big. She peered into the still water for a long while before she saw a dark shadow move behind a large rock. She smiled and her fingers itched for a rod. Quickly she went to fetch her fly rod, then walked down river to where Stuart stood bent at the waist with one arm on Maddie’s shoulder and the other pointing to the shadowed pocket across the stream.

“Sorry to bother you, but…”

He turned his head. She couldn’t see his eyes through the sunglasses but she heard the humor in his voice. “You’re after Mr. Big again, are you?”

“Don’t look at me like that. You wait. I’ll catch him one of these days.”

He straightened and said, “That’s one wily trout.” He studied the river; then he pulled his pack of dry flies out from a vest pocket and opened it, revealing dozens of fuzzy flies of all sizes. Maddie came closer to watch as he poked around the small compartments with his index finger, deliberating.

“Look at all those. How do you know which one to choose?” Maddie asked.

“Well, you—” he began.

Mia interrupted him. “You look at the river then you look at your flies then you poke around with your finger at the mess of flies in your pack, and then you just pick something small, brown, and fuzzy, give it a funny name like Mr. Big’s Breakfast, and go for it.”

Maddie burst out laughing.

Stuart lifted his sunglasses and met Mia’s gaze. They shared a silent, commiserating laugh. He handed her a brown fuzzy fly.

“Here you go. Mr. Big’s Breakfast.”

“Thank you.” She took the dry fly, then, on impulse, stretched up on tiptoe and delivered a quick but proprietary kiss on his lips. Stuart was surprised by her spontaneity. Maddie was floored. She narrowed her eyes with a look of
what’s going on?

“We’re going downstream,” Stuart told her, his eyes still smiling. “Good luck.”

Less than an hour later the sky darkened and thunder rolled closer. At the first flash of lightning, the fly fishers came off the water.

“How’d you do?” Stuart asked as they were taking off their gear on the porch. The first fat drops of rain started falling, landing with splats on the dry dirt and loud taps on the roof.

“You know how I did,” she replied.

He only chuckled. “Yep, that’s one wily old trout.”

“Well, I caught a fish!” Maddie exclaimed. She looked to Stuart for confirmation. “A brown trout, right?”

“Yes, ma’am, all fourteen inches of him.”

Mia saw her sister’s proud smile and knew that more than a trout got hooked that morning.

The rain came down in earnest with no sign of letting up. Stuart ducked out to give the sisters time alone before Maddie had to head back to Charleston.

“It looks like that storm cloud is just going to sit right on top of this mountain. We’re socked in with fog. You’ll have to stay another night,” Mia told her as she put on a fresh pot of coffee.

“No, it’s early yet and that storm is moving fast, heading out to sea. It’ll likely keep me company for the whole damn drive home to Charleston.”

“Then stay.”

“Oh, honey, I wish I could. But I have two kids starting school next week and a husband who doesn’t know his way around a shopping list. My kids will go wild with him at Towne Center, buying everything but what they need for school.” She lifted her shoulders as though to say
what more can I say?
Maddie took her mug and sat on the velvet sofa. “Besides, you don’t need me up here. That’s pretty easy to see.”

Maddie leaned back against the sofa and stretched out her legs. When comfortable, she patted the sofa beside her. “Tell mama all.”

Mia added milk to her coffee, took a sip, then came around to join Maddie. She tucked her legs under her on the soft blue velvet. “First of all, we’re just friends.”

“Uh-huh. Do you always kiss your friends on the lips?”

A smile twitched. “I didn’t say I wanted to stay friends.”

“And what’s to keep you from moving forward?”

“I am still married.”

“Puhleeze…You’re on the fast track to a divorce and your husband has already played the infidelity card. You get to pass go and collect two hundred dollars.”

Mia brought her knees closer to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “I’m scared.”

Maddie’s face softened with concern. “About what? The cancer?”

Mia shook her head. “No. Well, indirectly.” She looked at her feet and said softly, “I’m afraid of intimacy. I’m terrified that he’ll be turned off when he sees my body. Charles was. He never touched my breasts again. He could barely bring himself to look at the scar.” She looked at the clouds in her coffee. “He told me he wanted to have sex with me but he just couldn’t.”

“That’s when you might’ve considered couples therapy.”

“I know. We should have talked openly about it, gone to therapy, something. But we didn’t. I guess I just expected things to get better in time. But he found his own solution.”

“The swine.”

“I was devastated. Then angry, ashamed, and felt my body was unattractive to any man. Even to myself.”

“And you’re afraid Stuart will have the same reaction?” When Mia nodded she asked, “Does he know about the cancer?”

“He knew Casting for Recovery and figured it out. We met on the river, by accident. We became friends. Fishing buddies. We never talked about our personal lives at first. After a few weeks we moved on to talking more to this stage of, well…” She searched for a word to describe it. “Teenage bliss. We’re kissing and holding hands and talking…” She blushed and put her palm to her cheek. “I’m really like a girl again. I think about him all the time. I dream of him. And his kisses, oh God, his kisses. He’s world-class.”

“All right, already. I get the picture.” After a short laugh Maddie said sincerely, “It sounds wonderful. So what’s the problem?”

Mia exhaled a long plume of air. “Me. Though he’s never said so in so many words, I know he’s not rushing me. He knows I’m not ready. He thinks it’s because of the divorce. But it’s not. Maddie, I may never be ready. I’m making friends with my body. I can look at my scar without cringing. I even pamper it with creams. But I…I don’t think I could bear it if he was repulsed by it.”

Maddie exhaled, then set her mug down on the table. She looked Mia squarely in the eye. “First of all, Stuart is not Charles. I’ve only known him for one morning and even I can see that. He deserves a chance.”

Mia wrapped her arms around herself. “I don’t want to risk what I already have with Stuart by wanting more.”

“Honey, if it bothers you so much, why don’t you have breast reconstruction? There are so many more options today than there were when Mom had her mastectomy.”

“Maybe I should’ve done something right away. I think it was because Mom died so soon after her diagnosis that when I found out I had breast cancer it felt like a death sentence.”

“I know. I was never so terrified in my life.”

“I was a mess and Charles wasn’t much help. He kept breaking down into tears. The last thing I wanted to think about was another surgery for reconstruction. When Dr. Fiske recommended I wait until I was ready to make a decision I went along. Plus, my insurance company wouldn’t pay for it. At least now I have the money to do the surgery if I want to. I just don’t know if I can face surgery and pain again.”

“Sooner or later, you’ll have to either accept your body the way it is or have reconstruction surgery.”

Mia raked her hair with her fingers and groaned. “I still can’t make up my mind.”

“Do you know what confuses me about all this? You’ve just told me how great this new relationship with Stuart is, how you’re going slow, getting to know each other. You positively glow when you talk about him. But what are you afraid of? You’re afraid of how your breasts will look. Once again, you’re valuing only your body.”

Mia blinked slowly, listening but not comprehending.

“Do you remember a while back you told me that the old Mia was gone? That shook me up, I have to admit. Then I got to thinking about the old Mia. Honey, you were always such a perfectionist about your body. And your clothes and your hair. I used to be kind of jealous by how together you seemed. But it was a little off-putting, too. You saw yourself in The Gaze you got from men. If you gained a few pounds you’d exercise and diet until you whipped your body back into shape. That’s how you valued yourself, Mia. By how you looked. It could make you brittle at times. I used to think you were just hungry.” She smirked.

“Then you got sick and went into some place I couldn’t follow and I worried whether I’d ever see the old Mia again. But now I’m sitting here with the new Mia. If fly-fishing did anything for you it brought you out of yourself. You’re focused on improving your skill, your art, and learning the names of plants and birds. You’re even focused on the story of Kate Watkins. Mia, you’re not looking at yourself in the mirror for your reflection. You’re looking inward now for authentic signals of who you are. I look at you and see a beautiful, strong, interesting, and creative woman. And hell, you’re too young to skip sex for the rest of your life!”

“Oh, Maddie,” Mia exclaimed, putting her hands to her face. “What am I going to do?”

Her older sister put her arms around her and held her tight, the way she used to do when Mia was hurt as a young girl.

“You’re already doing the work. Keep going. Your instincts were right. Stay here till you find your answers. Sometimes you can overthink these things. Don’t listen to what I have to say. Or even what Kate has to say. Listen to yourself, Mia. Trust that you’ll know what to do when the time comes.”