Moss lifted its colour first to the day and later ferns offered their fronds and rippled with the gift of sunshine. I stepped from the river and that day I thought of Wilson James before I thought of the song I must sing. Was he still here? Was he at the house by the river bend? Would he be able ...
It was February and Lydia had been in the Hamptons for a month. Levin had received only the barest reports from Alice after Lydia’s stroke. There was no good news. The city was slick with ice and everything felt hunkered down. The days barely became light and the nights were whipped and chastened...