Next morning, I picked out Will’s car parked on the street in front of the coffee shop. No room for doubt—Will had a real screamer of a car, an old red Mustang convertible.
Not that he described it that way. His version started off with “1964-1/2” for the model year and “poppy red” for the color, then veered into details about the color of certain key engine parts—at which point I had always zoned out so far, I didn’t hear the rest of the speech.
There it sat, parked at the curb in Peregrine Falls, Idaho, already collecting a few admirers. Not even counting the vanity plate—ORGAN4U—the car had so much of Will’s personality attached to it, I felt mildly nauseated. As an alternative to kicking a fender, I slammed into the coffee shop.
“Whoa, Mirai! Remember us?”
The crew had gathered at the only big table in the Clearwater Cafe. I’d been so wrapped up in my own problems, I hadn’t even seen them. They were all there—Evangeline, Harvey, Mr. Papadakis. And Will.
Neither fight nor flight was practical. I sat down at the table. The waitress hurried to me with a coffeepot and mug. I ordered the special and sipped my coffee. “Clearwater” was certainly the word for that coffee—they must have named the restaurant after it. I glanced around the table, skipping over Will.
Mr. Papadakis caught my eye. “What’s the agenda?” he asked.
“We’ll go to the park as soon as we’re done here. Check out the carousel, then have lunch with the committee. We have to give the owners a preliminary report tomorrow morning.”
Evangeline smiled. “How long are you staying?” she asked me.
“All week. You?”
“I’ll stay awhile. I may want to work on things in place.” In Evangeline’s case, “awhile” could mean several months. She had an answering service, but no permanent address. At the moment, I envied her.
Harvey shook his head. “I’m leaving tomorrow night. I’ll come back later, when the work on the building starts. For now, a couple of days will do it.”
It was Will’s turn, so I had to look toward him then. He sat quietly, holding a coffee cup. Will had never worn jewelry, but now a ring glinted on his finger. A plain gold ring on the fourth finger of his left hand. A wedding ring.