After their awkward encounter the day before, Connie went out of her way to be solicitous to Grace, even presenting her with a beautiful guava-pink seashell she'd discovered on the beach that morning.
"I know it's not much, but I thought it would look pretty on your dressing table."
Grace was touched. She knew how difficult Connie found apologies. The shell said more than any words.
Honor asked, "Are Caroline and Maria joining us?"
In a cream J.Crew sundress that washed her out, with her hair scraped back in a ponytail, Honor looked exhausted. Grace wondered if she and Jack had fought last night after Jack stormed out of the dining room, but was too tactful to ask.
"I don't think so. Caroline's in town looking at a painting. And Maria's still asleep, I believe."
The sisters exchanged glances. "I wonder what she wears to bed?" Connie giggled. "Spun-gold Versace pajamas?"
It was a nice, light moment. Grace finally started to relax.
The waitress came and took their order. They were sitting at an outdoor table, right on the beach, but by the time their appetizers arrived, storm clouds had begun to gather.
The manager appeared. "Would you like to move indoors, Mrs. Brookstein? I have a lovely table by the window I can offer you ladies." At that instant a loud clap of thunder made everyone jump. Seconds later, the first heavy drops of rain began to splash onto the table.
"Yes, please," said Grace, laughing. She thought about Lenny, out on the boat. I hope he's safe and dry in the cabin, not out on deck catching his death of a cold.
IT WAS ALMOST FOUR BY THE time the three sisters arrived home. By that time, the storm was in full force. Michael Gray met them at the front door.
"Thank goodness you're back," he said, hugging Connie tightly.
"We only went for lunch at the club, honey." She laughed. "Why so panicked?"
"I didn't know where you were, that's all. I thought you might have gone sailing with Jack. The conditions are awful out there."
"Jack's gone sailing?" Honor's white face turned even whiter. "Are the girls with him?"
"No," said Michael. "Don't worry. Bobby and Rose are playing Chutes and Ladders with our boys in the kitchen. They're a little bored, but other than that, they're fine."
"And Jack? Has anyone heard from him?"
"His radio's down."
Honor's knees started shaking. Jack had been an avid sailor since his teens, but a storm like this would test anybody's skill, even his.
"It's okay," said Michael. "The coast guard thinks they've located him. We should hear more soon. It's been crazy out there, you can imagine, but they're trying to get everybody back to harbor. Come on in out of the rain."
"What about Lenny?"
Connie and Honor had moved inside, but Grace stood frozen on the front path. Rain dripped from her hair and the tip of her nose. She looked about twelve years old.
Michael Gray frowned. "Lenny? I thought he was at the golf club. That's what he told the staff here when he left this morning."
Because he wanted to be alone. He didn't want you or Jack to invite yourselves along.
"No." Grace was shaking. "He's on the boat."
"Did he take any crew?"
"No. I don't think so."
Michael tried to hide his concern. "Do you have any idea where he was going, Grace? What his plans were?"
Grace shook her head.
"All right, sweetheart. Don't worry, we'll find him. Come on in and I'll call the coast guard. Those guys are the best. He'll be back home in no time, you'll see."
JACK WARNER GOT TO THE HOUSE at six P.M., soaked to the skin and badly shaken.
"I've never known a storm to close in that fast. Never." Honor hugged him. Without thinking, Jack hugged her back.
Connie and Michael were upstairs, putting the children to bed. Downstairs in the kitchen, Grace, Honor, Caroline and a still-green-looking Maria Preston sat waiting for news. Lenny's yacht was still missing.
John Merrivale had gotten back from his business trip in Boston half an hour earlier. Walking over to Grace, he put his arm around her, ignoring Caroline's dagger stares.
"Try not to w-w-worry. Lenny's an experienced sailor."
Grace barely registered that he'd spoken. She was too busy praying.
I lost one father, Lord. Please, don't let me lose another.
AT 8:17 P.M. EXACTLY, THE PHONE RANG. Grace pounced on it.
"Hello?"
Ten seconds later, she hung up. Her teeth were chattering.
"Grace?" Caroline Merrivale moved toward her. "What is it? What did they say?"
"They've found the boat."
A chorus of "Thank Gods" and "I told you sos" echoed around the room. When they'd all stopped hugging her, Grace said softly, "Lenny wasn't on it."
Then she passed out.
Chapter Seven
LATER, THE PERIOD AFTER LENNY'S DISAPPEARANCE blurred in Grace's memory into one long, unbroken nightmare. Hours became days, days became weeks, but none of it seemed real. She was living in a trance, a hideous half-life from which only one person could awaken her. And that person was gone.
After three days, Sea Rescue called off its search. Around the globe the headlines screamed:
LEONARD BROOKSTEIN MISSING, PRESUMED DEAD
HEDGE FUND GENIUS LOST AT SEA
NEW YORK'S RICHEST MAN FEARED DROWNED
Grace had never read anything so awful in her life. Had anyone told her at the time that worse was to come, she would not have believed them. How could anything be worse than life without Lenny?
It was John Merrivale who brought her home to New York. Her sisters and the others had all gone back when the search was called off, but Grace couldn't bring herself to leave Nantucket.