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.The dog pricked an ear in her direction but otherwise remainedstill, his white coat bluish in the shadows from the long windows. You okay? Peter asked, making room for her on the couch.She sank down beside him andpulled her knees to her chest. I think so, she said. We talked about it.About him. Peter nodded. I figured. Though they d been in the car together for days, just inches apart, she felt somehow closerto him now, his breathing soft and measured, his skin smelling of soap. You okay? he asked again, but she was looking off toward the window, their blurredreflections in the glass. I was thinking & , she said, and Peter sat up a bit straighter. That we ll keep going? he asked, looking relieved. Tomorrow morning? Emma smiled. I think so, yeah.How could we turn back now? We couldn t, Peter said in a solemn voice, and they both nodded, each feeling the samesense of importance, as if they d just solidified the terms of a business deal, a verbal contractensuring the continuation of this riskiest of ventures, the unfinished endeavor they both feltcompelled to see through to the end. chapter eighteenThey waited until Annie had left for work, until the coffeehad been poured and the cereal eaten, until Charles reappeared after forgetting his wallet.They waited until the bags had been packed and the good-byes had been said and theinstructions for getting home had been written down for them.And then they walked outside,got into the car, and drove off in the exact opposite direction.Emma changed her mind three different times about whether or not to leave a note, whilePeter waited patiently by the door. It s not like she won t guess where we re headed, heoffered, but in the end Emma slid the envelope onto the coffee table anyway.Even the dog was quiet as they pulled onto the highway, sweeping beneath the signs pointingtoward Richmond, Virginia.There was an unmistakable feeling that the stakes had been raised,that despite all that had come before this, it was really only now that they d crossed some sortof line.There are certain things in life that you ll be forgiven for, no matter how thoughtless orstupid or reckless, but if you do that same thing twice, you re on your own.And so now theyboth understood that there was no turning back.This didn t bother Peter nearly as much as it seemed to be bothering Emma.The top wasdown on the convertible, and she had both arms resting on her door, her whole body twistedaway from him so that it looked like she was contemplating an escape.It was as if they dswapped places; Peter felt almost frighteningly happy, completely unworried about the worldoutside the car, while Emma looked miserably unsettled, her mouth set in a straight line, herhead resting on her arms so that the wind blew her hair back like the tail of a kite.Every so often he glanced over and tried to catch her eye, but she seemed lost in thoughtand determined to stay that way.And so he did his best to look concerned too about blatantlydisobeying her parents, about continuing the trip without permission, about what might meetthem in North Carolina but it proved impossible to fix his face a certain way, like trying not tolaugh at church. Don t you sort of wish we could keep going? he asked, when he couldn t help himself anylonger. Just drive out west, see the country & Emma swung her head around and gave him an odd look, like she hadn t quite heard himcorrectly, or was wishing that that were the case.She rocked back hard against the seat;behind her the dog opened one eye, then crawled over to curl up behind Peter instead. I can t believe I never even noticed, she said, tipping her head back to look at the open sky,an impossible shade of blue marked off only by the fading white trail from a distant plane, likethe wake of a boat. Noticed what? he asked, though he suspected he already knew. There must have been so many times when they were sad about it, she said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The dog pricked an ear in her direction but otherwise remainedstill, his white coat bluish in the shadows from the long windows. You okay? Peter asked, making room for her on the couch.She sank down beside him andpulled her knees to her chest. I think so, she said. We talked about it.About him. Peter nodded. I figured. Though they d been in the car together for days, just inches apart, she felt somehow closerto him now, his breathing soft and measured, his skin smelling of soap. You okay? he asked again, but she was looking off toward the window, their blurredreflections in the glass. I was thinking & , she said, and Peter sat up a bit straighter. That we ll keep going? he asked, looking relieved. Tomorrow morning? Emma smiled. I think so, yeah.How could we turn back now? We couldn t, Peter said in a solemn voice, and they both nodded, each feeling the samesense of importance, as if they d just solidified the terms of a business deal, a verbal contractensuring the continuation of this riskiest of ventures, the unfinished endeavor they both feltcompelled to see through to the end. chapter eighteenThey waited until Annie had left for work, until the coffeehad been poured and the cereal eaten, until Charles reappeared after forgetting his wallet.They waited until the bags had been packed and the good-byes had been said and theinstructions for getting home had been written down for them.And then they walked outside,got into the car, and drove off in the exact opposite direction.Emma changed her mind three different times about whether or not to leave a note, whilePeter waited patiently by the door. It s not like she won t guess where we re headed, heoffered, but in the end Emma slid the envelope onto the coffee table anyway.Even the dog was quiet as they pulled onto the highway, sweeping beneath the signs pointingtoward Richmond, Virginia.There was an unmistakable feeling that the stakes had been raised,that despite all that had come before this, it was really only now that they d crossed some sortof line.There are certain things in life that you ll be forgiven for, no matter how thoughtless orstupid or reckless, but if you do that same thing twice, you re on your own.And so now theyboth understood that there was no turning back.This didn t bother Peter nearly as much as it seemed to be bothering Emma.The top wasdown on the convertible, and she had both arms resting on her door, her whole body twistedaway from him so that it looked like she was contemplating an escape.It was as if they dswapped places; Peter felt almost frighteningly happy, completely unworried about the worldoutside the car, while Emma looked miserably unsettled, her mouth set in a straight line, herhead resting on her arms so that the wind blew her hair back like the tail of a kite.Every so often he glanced over and tried to catch her eye, but she seemed lost in thoughtand determined to stay that way.And so he did his best to look concerned too about blatantlydisobeying her parents, about continuing the trip without permission, about what might meetthem in North Carolina but it proved impossible to fix his face a certain way, like trying not tolaugh at church. Don t you sort of wish we could keep going? he asked, when he couldn t help himself anylonger. Just drive out west, see the country & Emma swung her head around and gave him an odd look, like she hadn t quite heard himcorrectly, or was wishing that that were the case.She rocked back hard against the seat;behind her the dog opened one eye, then crawled over to curl up behind Peter instead. I can t believe I never even noticed, she said, tipping her head back to look at the open sky,an impossible shade of blue marked off only by the fading white trail from a distant plane, likethe wake of a boat. Noticed what? he asked, though he suspected he already knew. There must have been so many times when they were sad about it, she said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]