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The therapist found no signs of manic depression. While it was clear that Zee was acting out, the therapist thought it was a cry for help, or at least for attention from her father. If the therapist was correct and it was a cry for help, it had been Melville, and not Finch, who answered it. Hes threatening to sell your mothers house on Bakers Island, Melville told her on the way home from her session with the psychiatrist. He cant do that, Zee said. He can. Youre a minor, and Finch has been paying upkeep and taxes. Zee panicked. The house was the last thing she had of her mothers. Ill get a job, she said. It wouldnt be enough. Ill quit school and get a job. If you quit school, he will sell the house immediately. Dont even think about quitting school. What am I supposed to do? He cant sell my house. If I were you, Melville said, I think I would learn to behave. It was simple advice, and she heeded it. From that day on, Zee didnt steal another boat. She didnt skip school again. And, to the best of her ability, she tried to learn to please her father and do what was expected of her. THE RIDE BACK FROM B OSTON had taken forever. Finch was weary, and so was Zee. She turned the car onto Turner Street, stopping to let a group of daycampers, who had just come from the Gables tour, get back onto their yellow school bus. After they passed, Zee pulled the car into the driveway next to Melvilles boat. Dusty, the cat next door, who had become the mascot for the House of the Seven Gables, was sunning himself on the bench in the stern. He looked up, yawned, then stretched and settled back into a more comfortable sleeping position. The old lobster boat was wrapped in white plastic that had begun, over the years, to flake and tear. A screen door that was cut into the wrapping over the stern showed through to the boats interior ribs, revealing the vital internal organs: the galley, the bunk beds, the head. A yellow slicker she recognized as Melvilles was still slung over the brass cleat near the captains chair. The old boat gave the impression of a sugared Easter egg, the oldfashioned kind that contained a whole world inside. Seeing the boat, Zee was prompted to ask one more time after Melville. What do you mean, gone? she asked when Finch repeated the word for probably the fourteenth time. Gone, disappeared, poof! he said, making an upward sweep with his hand. In a way she wished, hoped, he had not altogether given up speaking as Hawthorne. At least Hawthorne would have answered her question with a recitation that might have yielded more meaning. This time she changed her question. Instead of asking where Melville had gone, she asked, Well, when do you think he will be back? Never, Finch said. SHE SHOULD HAVE LET HIM off at the kitchen door, she thought. It would have been a much easier walk. Because they used the front door, there was a long and cluttered hall that Finch had to negotiate. She grasped his arm to guide him down the hall to the kitchen, but he shook her off. He could do it himself, he told her. It took several minutes for Finch to travel the long hall from the front door to the kitchen of the old house. She followed his stifflegged shuffle the length of the hall. The ceilings were low in this house. The wide pine floors sloped on the diagonal. A s marble dropped in the living room would end up in the kitchen, which made walking difficult enough. But the piles of newspapers Finch had collected over the years seemed to grow precariously out of the floor every few feet. They were waisthigh in some places, and they seemed to sway when she walked by them like Disney rocks that were about to tumble. And then there were Finchs books, piled on every surface: the mantels, the desk, the raffia awningstriped g chair in his den. She was reminded of a pinball machine as she watched Finch navigate unsteadily through the room. His walker stood in the kitchen fireplace. Still wrapped in plastic, it was the same yellog white as Melvilles boat. After she helped Finch inside, Zee went around the side of the house and began to collect the assorted things that he had placed outside the dow of the cent shop hed created: two pairs of shoes, fishing gear, several lightbulbs of varying wattage, and a set of binoculars. Slowly she began to realize that most of the items Finch had been selling actually belonged to Melville. The handlettered sign hed hung on the dow, the one saying that EVERYTHING MUST GO, began to take on a new meaning. Some people throw peoples belongings to the curb. Finch, ever the practical Yankee, had opened Hepzibahs CentShop and tried to make a profit. Dont bring that stuff back in here, Finch said when he saw her coming through the door with a pile of Melvilles shirts. What the hell happened between you two? Zee asked. None of your business, he answered. She put the shirts and the rest of what she could gather on Melvilles boat, forgetting Dusty was there and almost tripping herself in a lastminute effort not to step on his tail.

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