I be sick? Ohâthat sign. Thatâs all right. Iâm just tired of talking to people. I donât mean you. Have a seat.â He pinned back the tent flap. âGet some fresh air in here.â
I sat on the edge of the bed, there was no place else. It was one of those fold-up cots, really: I remembered and gave him his fiancéeâs message.
He ate some of the cake. âGood.â
âPut the rest away for when youâre hungry later.â
âIâll tell you a secret. I wonât be around here much longer.â
âAre you getting married?â
âHa ha. What time did you say theyâd be back?â
âFive oâclock.â
âWell, by that time this place will have seen the last of me. A plane can get further than a car.â He unwrapped the cake and ate another piece of it, absent-mindedly.
âNow youâll be thirsty.â
âThereâs some water in the pail.â
âIt wonât be very cold. I could bring some fresh. I could bring some ice from the refrigerator.â
âNo,â he said. âI donât want you to go. I want a nice long time of saying good-bye to you.â
He put the cake away carefully and sat beside me and started those little kisses, so soft, I canât ever let myself think about them, such kindness in his face and lovely kisses, all over my eyelids and neck and ears, all over, then me kissing back as well as I could (I had only kissed a boy on a dare before, and kissed my own arms for practice) and we lay back on the cot and pressed together, just gently, and he did some other things, not bad things or not in a bad way. It was lovely in the tent, that smell of grass and hot tent cloth with the sun beating down on it, and he said, âI wouldnât do you any harm for the world.â Once, when he had rolled on top of me and we were sort of rocking together on the cot, he said softly, âOh, no,â and freed himself and jumped up and got the water pail. He splashed some of it on his neck and face, and the little bit left, on me lying there.
âThatâs to cool us off, Miss.â
When we said good-bye I wasnât at all sad, because he held my face and said âIâm going to write you a letter. Iâll tell you where I am and maybe you can come and see me. Would you like that? Okay then. You wait.â I was really glad I think to get away from him, it was like he was piling presents on me I couldnât get the pleasure of till I considered them alone.
No consternation at first about the plane being gone. They thought he had taken somebody up, and I didnât enlighten them. Dr. Peebles had phoned he had to go to thecountry, so there was just us having supper, and then Loretta Bird thrusting her head in the door and saying, âI see heâs took off.â
âWhat?â said Alice Kelling, and pushed back her chair.
âThe kids come and told me this afternoon he was taking down his tent. Did he think heâd run through all the business there was around here? He didnât take off without letting you know, did he?â
âHeâll send me word,â Alice Kelling said. âHeâll probably phone tonight. Heâs terribly restless, since the War.â
âEdie, he didnât mention to you, did he?â Mrs. Peebles said. âWhen you took over the message?â
âYes,â I said. So far so true.
âWell why didnât you say?â All of them were looking at me. âDid he say where he was going?â
âHe said he might try Bayfield,â I said. What made me tell such a lie? I didnât intend it.
âBayfield, how far is that?â said Alice Kelling.
Mrs. Peebles said, âThirty, thirty-five miles.â
âThatâs not far. Oh, well, thatâs really not far at all. Itâs on the lake, isnât it?â
Youâd think Iâd be ashamed of myself, setting her on the wrong