Geoff never afterward could recall actually sitting behind the wheel and driving the car. His foot must have been on the gas most of the time and the brake some of the time. He must have hung his arm out the window every once in a while, signaling either a right or left turn. He was pretty sure he drove on the right side of the road—although again, he had no real memory of it. What he remembered in the years after that fateful interlude in the Adirondack mountains was the sheer joy of non-stop talking and listening to Amanda. Speech simply tumbled out of them, with each of them interrupting the other and finishing sentences for the other; with both of them laughing at all they had in common—and all that they didn't; and most of all, with both of them marveling that they could come up with so many words and sentences in a row without any of them being hostile. It was a miracle, pure and simple. By the time they drove up to the grand and stately manor that Jim Fain wore proudly as a badge of his success in life, Amanda had pretty much forgotten that she had resented it as thoroughly as the man who'd had it built.
What do You think about By The Sea, Book Two: Amanda?
