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The Gate House :: Demille Nelson
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He didn’t seem entirely satisfied with my reply, but he did say, “I think the grand jury will return a verdict of justifiable homicide.”
To which I replied, “What else could they possibly conclude?”
A fter a week at The Creek, I booked us at Gurney’s Inn in Montauk Point.
On our first night there, we walked along the beach, east toward the Montauk Point Lighthouse in the distance. There weren’t many people on the beach at midnight, but a group of young people had built a driftwood fire in the sand, and a few hardy fishermen were out in the surf, casting for bluefish.
The moon was in the southwestern sky, and a wide river of moonlight illuminated the ocean and cast a silvery glow across the beach. There was a nice sea breeze skimming across the water, kicking up whitecaps and carrying with it the smell of salt air and the sound of the surf against the shore.
Susan and I held hands and walked barefoot over the white sand, not saying anything, just listening to the sea.
We climbed a small sand dune and sat facing the ocean. Out on the horizon, I could see the lights of cargo ships and tankers, looking like small cities floating on the water.
We sat there for a long time, then Susan asked me, “Are we still getting married?”
“Am I still getting my yacht?”
She smiled and said, “Of course. After our wedding, we’ll sail to England with the children and clean out your flat. Then… we’ll send Edward and Carolyn home by plane.”
“Then what?”
“Can we sail around the world together?”
“We can.”
“Is it dangerous?”
“Does it matter?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
I said to her, “It’s a transformative experience.”
“Good. I need to be transformed.” She put her arm around me and asked, “Where do you want to live for the rest of our lives?”
“I think we’ll know the place when we see it.”
“You’ll love Hilton Head.”
I smiled and replied, “I just might.” Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. I asked her, “Will you miss New York? Stanhope Hall?”
“I suppose I will – it’s part of me. But we both have good memories of where we grew up, fell in love, got married, raised our children, and… our life together. And when we come here to visit, we can think of ourselves as time travelers who’ve gone back to a wonderful time and place in our lives, and we’ll make believe we’re young again and that we have our whole lives ahead of us.”
“Well, we are young, and we do have our whole lives ahead of us.
He didn’t seem entirely satisfied with my reply, but he did say, “I think the grand jury will return a verdict of justifiable homicide.”
To which I replied, “What else could they possibly conclude?”
A fter a week at The Creek, I booked us at Gurney’s Inn in Montauk Point.
On our first night there, we walked along the beach, east toward the Montauk Point Lighthouse in the distance. There weren’t many people on the beach at midnight, but a group of young people had built a driftwood fire in the sand, and a few hardy fishermen were out in the surf, casting for bluefish.
The moon was in the southwestern sky, and a wide river of moonlight illuminated the ocean and cast a silvery glow across the beach. There was a nice sea breeze skimming across the water, kicking up whitecaps and carrying with it the smell of salt air and the sound of the surf against the shore.
Susan and I held hands and walked barefoot over the white sand, not saying anything, just listening to the sea.
We climbed a small sand dune and sat facing the ocean. Out on the horizon, I could see the lights of cargo ships and tankers, looking like small cities floating on the water.
We sat there for a long time, then Susan asked me, “Are we still getting married?”
“Am I still getting my yacht?”
She smiled and said, “Of course. After our wedding, we’ll sail to England with the children and clean out your flat. Then… we’ll send Edward and Carolyn home by plane.”
“Then what?”
“Can we sail around the world together?”
“We can.”
“Is it dangerous?”
“Does it matter?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
I said to her, “It’s a transformative experience.”
“Good. I need to be transformed.” She put her arm around me and asked, “Where do you want to live for the rest of our lives?”
“I think we’ll know the place when we see it.”
“You’ll love Hilton Head.”
I smiled and replied, “I just might.” Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. I asked her, “Will you miss New York? Stanhope Hall?”
“I suppose I will – it’s part of me. But we both have good memories of where we grew up, fell in love, got married, raised our children, and… our life together. And when we come here to visit, we can think of ourselves as time travelers who’ve gone back to a wonderful time and place in our lives, and we’ll make believe we’re young again and that we have our whole lives ahead of us.”
“Well, we are young, and we do have our whole lives ahead of us.