The Best of Me - Nicholas Sparks [74]
Tuck
Dawson leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs, trying to imagine Tuck as he wrote the letter. It sounded nothing like the laconic, rough-hewn man who’d taken him in. This was a Tuck that Dawson had never met, a person Dawson had never known.
Amanda’s expression was tender as she refolded the letter, taking extra precaution not to tear it.
“I know the song he talks about,” she said after she had stowed the letter safely in her purse. “I heard him singing it once while he sat in the rocker. When I asked him about it, he didn’t really answer. Instead, he played it for me on the record player.”
“At the house?”
She nodded. “I remember thinking it was catchy, but Tuck had closed his eyes and he just seemed… lost in it. When it was over, he got up and put the record away, and at the time I didn’t know what to make of it. But now I understand.” She turned toward him. “He was calling to Clara.”
Dawson slowly rotated his wine glass. “Do you believe him? About seeing Clara?”
“I didn’t. Not really, anyway. But now I’m not so sure.”
Thunder rumbled in the distance, reminding them again of what they had come here to do. “I think it’s probably time,” Dawson said.
Amanda stood, brushing off her pants, and together they descended to the garden. The breeze was steady now, but the mist had grown even thicker. The crystalline morning was gone, replaced by afternoon weather that reflected the murky weight of the past.
After Dawson retrieved the box, they found the path that led to the center of the garden. Amanda’s hair rippled in the breeze, and he watched as she ran her fingers through it, trying to keep it under control. They reached the center of the garden and stopped.
Dawson was conscious of the weight of the box in his hands. “We should say something,” he murmured. At her nod, he went first, offering a tribute to the man who’d given him shelter and friendship. Amanda, in turn, thanked Tuck for being her confidant and told him that she’d come to care about him like a father. When they were finished, the wind picked up almost on cue, and Dawson lifted the lid.
The ashes took flight, swirling together over the flowers, and as she watched, Amanda couldn’t help thinking that Tuck was looking for Clara, calling out to her one last time.
They retreated to the house afterward, alternately reminiscing about Tuck and sitting in companionable silence. Outside, the rain had begun to fall. It was steady but not hard, a delicate summer rain that felt like a blessing.
When they grew hungry, they ventured out into the rain, taking the Stingray down the twisty drive onto the highway again. Though they could have returned to Oriental, they drove instead to New Bern. Near the historic downtown district, they found a restaurant called the Chelsea. It was nearly empty when they arrived, but by the time they left, every table was occupied.
There was a short break in the rain, and they spent it strolling the quiet sidewalks, visiting the shops that were still open. While Dawson browsed in a secondhand bookstore, Amanda took the opportunity to step out and call home. She spoke to both Jared and Lynn before touching base with Frank. She called her mom, too, leaving a message on the answering machine telling her that she might be late and asking her to leave the door unlocked. She hung up just as Dawson approached, feeling a stab of grief at the thought that the night was almost over. As if reading her mind, Dawson offered his arm, and she clung to it as they slowly made their way back to the car.
Back on the highway, the rain started again. The mist grew thicker almost as soon as they crossed the Neuse River, tendrils stretching from the forest like ghostly fingers. The headlights did little to illuminate the road, and trees seemed to absorb what little light there was. Dawson slowed the car in the wet, murky darkness.
The rainfall was steady on the soft-top, like the passing of a distant train, and Amanda found herself thinking about the day. Over their meal, she’d caught Dawson staring at her more than once,