![]() ![]() “I thought it was today,” she said uselessly. He looked vaguely familiar, and Phoebe wondered if he might have known her sister. Noon to midnight.” He squinted at her as if the sun were out. Timidly she turned to another man, who carried a plank across his arms. Phoebe waited politely for the two to finish talking, but they seemed not to notice her. She approached a man and woman with long coils of orange electrical cord dangling from their arms. They carried its parts through the trees to a road, where Phoebe saw the dark shape of a truck. A ring of trees encircled the field, coastal trees, wind-bent and gnarled yet still symmetrical, like figures straining to balance heavy trays.Īt the far end of the field several people in army jackets were dismantling a bandstand. Phoebe shoved her hands in her pockets and crossed the grass, stepping over patches of bare mud. Debris covered it, straws, crushed cigarettes, a few sodden blankets abandoned to the mud. The grass was a brilliant, jarring green. ![]() By the time she reached the field, its vast emptiness came as no surprise. Crossing the lush, foggy park, she heard nothing but the drip of condensation running from ferns and palm leaves. She’d missed it, Phoebe knew by the silence. ![]()
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