Moon Shell Beach: A Novel (24 page)

FORTY-ONE

G
ood afternoon, ladies.” Clare was still in a luxurious state of honey-drugged indolence. As she moved around the shop, restocking the shelves, tweaking the bows on the boxes, her light summer dress floated around her and her beaded bracelets clicked musically on her wrists. She was so much in love she was even glad to see the Barbie Dolls when they wandered into her shop.

“We’re just looking,” Amber cooed. “My mother-in-law’s birthday is next Saturday…”

Clare squinted at them. Something more than a birthday was going on. “How about this box? It’s assorted chocolates.”

Amber and Spring were eyeing her carefully, trying to read her mood.

“Oh, come on,” Clare laughed indulgently. “What’s up with you two?”

Amber pounced. “Have you talked to Lexi today?”

Clare looked wary. “No.”

“Gosh,” Spring giggled. “She’s right next door and you don’t even know.”

“Know what?” Clare wanted to shake them. They were such little teases, the only way she could get them to spill would be to act as if she weren’t interested, so she turned her back on them and began to polish the glass of the display case.

Amber couldn’t wait. “Jesse’s gone. Oksana, too.”

Clare went still. “What?”

“My brother, Hank?” Spring exploded with the news. “He was in the pharmacy this morning when Lexi came in. He heard Lexi telling Sophia that Oksana hadn’t shown up for work, and he saw Sophie hand Lexi an envelope she said was from Oksana.”

Amber had to get in on this. Eagerly, she continued, “Hank knows Jesse’s been dating Lexi, so he phoned Gordie Evans, who runs a contracting business, and Gordie phoned Clyde Thompson, who heads up the crew Jesse works for, and Clyde said Jesse hadn’t shown up for work today.”

Spring finished with a smug smile. “And one plus one makes two…”

So many emotions hit Clare so hard she had to bite her lip to clear some space in her head. She feigned indifference. “Maybe Jesse’s sick.”

“And Oksana’s sick, too?” Amber smirked. “And instead of phoning her boss, she leaves her a note?”

The door opened. A gaggle of older women squeezed in, clustering around the counter to inspect the chocolates.

“Let’s talk later, okay?” Clare said to the Barbies with fake sweetness. She smiled at her customers. “May I help you?”

The moment the
Barbies left the store, Clare dialed Jesse’s parents. They’d spent so many years protecting their son and listening to jilted women spewing their anger at them that they had developed thick skins. They gave away little, and never showed emotion.

But today, when Jesse’s mother answered the phone, her voice was clotted, as if she’d been crying.

“Phyllis? It’s Clare.”

The older woman sniffed. Without preamble, she confessed in a rush, “Yes, Clare, yes, it’s true, Jesse’s gone, he’s left, he’s left the island forever, he’s going to go live in
Russia,
of all the godforsaken places. Oh, Clare, we’ll never see him again!”

Clare heard Jesse’s father muttering something in the background.

“We never expected anything like this,” Phyllis Gray sobbed. “We never thought he’d leave the island! All his friends! His family! And what if there are grandchildren? We’ll never see our grandchildren!”

Well, Clare thought bitterly, you’ll see one. But this was not her secret to tell. She wondered whether Jesse’s parents even knew he’d been going out with Lexi. “I’m sorry, Phyllis.”

As she hung up the phone, the Barbies returned, gleaming. “Moon Shell Beach is
closed
!” they announced gleefully.

“What?” Clare asked.

“Come outside, look for yourself! She’s closed the store right in the middle of the day!”

Clare went outside and looked. The Barbies were right. “Well,” she snapped at the Barbies, “probably she doesn’t want anyone to come inside and gawk at her and
gloat.
”

Insulted, Amber shot back, “Like
you
won’t gloat, Clare?”

Clare rolled her eyes in reply and returned to her own shop. Finally Amber and Spring left. Quickly she dialed Lexi’s home number, but only got a recording.

“Lexi,” she said. “It’s Clare. I’ve heard about Jesse and Oksana. Give me a call. I’m…I’m so sorry. I want to help. Let me help.”

All day long islanders collected at Sweet Hart’s to exchange the news and check out in obvious or sly ways whether Clare knew more. At least they all bought chocolates, so her sales total that day was excellent.

But by the time she closed the shop, she was drained. Jesse was gone, really gone. At last Jesse was traveling. At last his wildest dreams were coming true.

And Lexi might be hurt, might feel embarrassed, but not, Clare thought, heartbroken. For while Lexi might not have Jesse, she would have Jesse’s child. Jesse had given Lexi that much, and that was a prize beyond measure.

FORTY-TWO

S
he closed Moon Shell Beach early that day. She couldn’t stay open until ten. She was too tired. She had to eat. She had to rest. She needed to be alone with her thoughts.

She locked the doors. The sudden stillness calmed her. For an hour or so, she moved around the store, smoothing the pashminas, rearranging the sarongs in order of size, adjusting the privacy curtains on the cubicles so they fell into harmonious lines. When her touch stirred the shimmering fabrics, they seemed to release an invisible mist of soft sounds into the silent air of the store. Jesse’s laughter. Oksana’s songs.

“
Durak,
” Lexi said aloud. The Russian word for “stupid.” “How could I have been so
durak
?” Jesse and Oksana must have fallen in love right in front of Lexi and she hadn’t even noticed.

Out in the summer evening, people strolled along the cobblestones. Some tested her front door, then continued on. As dusk fell, Lexi noticed how the glow from Sweet Hart’s patterned the lane with squares of brightness.

One practical consideration: she couldn’t handle the store on her own. She would have to find a new salesclerk. She climbed the stairs to her second floor without turning on the lights. Enough late-evening sunshine shone through the windows to illuminate the long room, and she didn’t want anyone outside to suspect that she was up here, sniveling into her solitude like a wounded bear into her cave. She was hungry but had no energy to cook, or even to call out for food. She meant to search for the local newspaper with its classified ads. It was buried somewhere on her desk. Instead, she collapsed on her bed, curling up into a fetal position.

On her bedside table, the message button on her answering machine flashed relentlessly. Her cell phone had rung so many times today, she had finally turned it off. She’d assured her mother she was fine, and Myrna had gone home, worry-free, which was exactly how Lexi wanted it. Myrna deserved to have her own life, unscathed by Lexi’s continuing mistakes. Lexi hit Play. Myrna hadn’t phoned, but Adam had, and Clare, and the Barbie Dolls, twice, and even Brittany Phelps, who had become a counselor/therapist, had invited Lexi, in her soft sweet voice, to come talk to her if she had any problems.

“Problems!” Lexi spoke into the empty air. “My problem is that I’m a big fat fool!”

She wanted to cry, but instead of the pressure of tears, she felt only hollowness. She buried her face in her pillow. “
Durak,
” she said aloud. “I’m
so durak
.”

A sudden violent pounding made her raise her head from the pillow. “What now?” she demanded grumpily of the air. Someone was beating on her back door. It wouldn’t be a customer, they only came to the front. Only her family used the back door. Her family, and Clare.

Grudgingly, she dragged herself down the stairs and opened the door.

Clare held up two bags emanating delicious scents. “Emergency rations. From Annye’s Health Foods.”

“How did you know I was here?”

“Oh, let’s see, maybe because I’ve known you all my life?” Clare led the way up the stairs. “Good grief, your place looks worse than mine.”

“You have a house to go home to,” Lexi reminded her.

Clare set the food on top of a pile of catalogs on the coffee table. “Sit. I’ll get utensils and drinks. What do you want?”

“Scotch,” Lexi said, sinking into a chair. “Vodka. Gin. All of the above. Mixed together.”

“Yes, well, pregnant mothers can’t drink, so forget that.” Clare bustled around in the kitchenette, finding a couple of glasses and a container of orange juice. She set them on the table, then went back for plates and paper napkins.

Lexi opened the bags. Delicious aromas wafted into the air. Her stomach growled. Fried rice with snow peas and spinach. Pasta with tuna and Parmesan. Grilled salmon with plum sauce. Caesar salad. Pasta ribbons with mushrooms and shallots.

“Thank you, Clare,” Lexi said. “This is so nice of you.”

Clare settled across from Lexi, filling her plate as she talked. “Glad to help. Adam’s tried to call you, you know.” She watched as Lexi ate ravenously. “I guess I can tell him your appetite is good.”

“I know,” Lexi mumbled around a mouthful of pasta. “Odd, isn’t it?”

For a while they both ate in silence. Finally Lexi put down her plate. “Oh, man, I needed that.” She looked at Clare. “I feel like the biggest fool on the planet.”

“I know just how you feel,” Clare said.

Lexi started to object, then reconsidered. She grinned. “I guess you do.” She picked up a snow pea and munched it. “I don’t know why I’m so surprised. It’s not as if I was in love with Jesse, or he was in love with me. Right now, I can’t even imagine why I slept with him.”

Clare snorted. “Oh, please. Of course you know why you slept with him. Jesse is irresistible.”

“Still.
I
should have resisted.”

“Listen, Mother Teresa couldn’t have resisted Jesse when he’s full steam ahead.”

“Do you think it was revenge sex, Clare? Because you dumped him? Or do you think he just wanted to finish off his list, and I was the last female in our high school class who hadn’t slept with him?” Suddenly it all spilled out. “I never believed he was in love with me. He never said he loved me. I never said I loved him. I never thought I’d have a future with him. I never
wanted
a future with him. That wasn’t even on the same planet when we were together. Then, when I knew I was pregnant, I guess I kind of began to imagine—but I hadn’t spoken to him about it, so—Would he have married me if he knew I was pregnant? But even if he did, he’d still screw around, wouldn’t he? I mean, maybe he’s like an eternal optimist, the next one is always more desirable than the one he has…”

“Lexi, look—”

Lexi half-laughed, choking as tears began to well. “Maybe he’s basically insecure, and needs to—”

Clare threw her hands up. “We are
not
going to psychoanalyze Jesse Gray! I’ve spent most of my adult years worrying away like a demented squirrel with a nut, trying to find ways to understand him, to explain his behavior. To
excuse
him. The fact is, he’s just plain Jesse.”

Humiliated by her own question, Lexi still had to ask, “Do you think he’ll stay with Oksana?”

Clare snorted. “When he’s got all of the European continent to conquer? Oh, I
doubt
it.”

Lexi grinned. She blew her nose and wiped her face and caught her breath. She lifted her head and looked soberly at Clare. “Clare, I still want this baby.”

“I know you do. And you can have this baby, Lexi.”

“Geez, I’ll be an unwed mother!” She laughed at the thought, and Clare laughed with her.

“No one cares about that stuff anymore.”

“My parents might.”

“Your parents will be thrilled to have a grandchild.”

“You’re right. They will.” Lexi looked down at her flat belly. “I’m still not telling anyone else yet. I’ll tell my parents when I’m in the twelfth week, but no one else until I start to show.” She ran her hands through her hair. “I’m so tired all the time, Clare. I feel
drugged
.”

“I’ve heard that’s normal. Are you going to be able to keep the store open?”

“I’m going to have to. Oh”—she waved a hand—“I know my parents would always let me live at home and they’d take care of me, but they’ve worked hard all their lives and I don’t want to be dependent on them. The store is doing really well, and I like it, well, most of the time at least.” She leaned forward, thinking aloud. “This will be an April baby. That means I won’t be really cumbersome until after the first of the year. So I’ll be able to keep the shop open through the Christmas Stroll. By then I’m sure I’ll have found some reliable help for the store, someone like your Marlene.”

“You should advertise right away,” Clare advised her. “You’ll need help for the rest of the summer season. Besides, you’ll need to take care of yourself and rest.”

Tears welled in Lexi’s eyes again. Reaching out, she took Clare’s hand. “Oh, Clare, what a generous spirit you have! I’m so grateful.”

Clare squeezed her hand. “It’s easy to be nice when I’m so happy with Adam.” A yawn suddenly overtook her. “Sorry about that. I’m just so tired.”

“Are you and Adam getting serious?” Lexi asked.

“We’re just taking it one day at a time, really. Which is what you should do. And right now it’s time for you to rest.” She rose and began gathering up the plastic food containers.

Together the two women washed the dishes and tidied the kitchen counter. Lexi walked Clare down to the back door. They hugged each other tight.

“How can I ever thank you?” Lexi asked.

“Oh, stop with the drama.” Clare went out into the warm night. Looking back at Lexi, she said, “Take care. Take care of both of you.”

For the next
few days, Myrna came and helped Lexi with the store. She took money to the bank, brought in lunch, signed for UPS deliveries, and unpacked boxes with a practiced hand. Even so, Lexi was too tired to be open after six o’clock. She put an ad in the local papers and Myrna phoned everyone she knew, looking for anyone who could use a part-time job, but without success.

“Honey,” Myrna said one morning, “are you okay? You look so tired, so pale.”

Lexi had just come down from her bathroom where she’d quietly vomited away her breakfast. It was a struggle to hide her condition from her mother, but she kept her silence. She was too seasoned and too superstitious to admit how hopeful she was.

She tried to derail her mother’s thoughts. “I’m fine. Just exhausted and running fast and falling behind.” She looked out the back window. From here, she could see Jewel, sitting alone at the end of the pier. “You know, Mom, I’ve been thinking. I love this location. I like running a shop. But I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the kind of merchandise I’m selling. I want to sell clothing my friends can afford—Spring and Amber, for instance. I’m thinking teen clothing, too—Jewel’s age. And maybe, oh, this is just an idea, teen jewelry, or maybe younger, jewelry you can make yourself…”

“I see where you’re going,” Myrna said. “It’s not a bad idea. But you seem to be making a go of the store as it is.”

“True. But in the winter, when there aren’t as many summer people, it might be fun to have something else, something extra.”

“Well, you’ll have plenty of time to play around with new ideas when the summer’s over,” Myrna said. “You seem pretty content, being back on the island.”

Lexi smiled. “I am, Mom. In spite of everything with Jesse, I’m really glad to be home.”