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ZEE COULDNT FIND A SUITCASE, just a canvas bag from L. L. Bean that was on Melvilles boat. She went through the things she had rescued from the cent shop, packing the items she thought would be most important to Melville: two pairs of jeans, several dress shirts, a collection of ships bells. It was odd being on the boat again, and even odder that it hadnt been in the water for so many years.

When she was a , Melville had allowed her to use this boat as a refuge when thoughts of Maureen had come back to her, and she couldnt sleep. Melvilles mooring was directly off the Gables, and many nights she had walked down in her nightshirt and bare feet and rowed out in the skiff, sleeping on the deck and looking up at the stars, the movement of water the only thing that could lull her into a dreamless sleep.

Melville had always loved the boat even more than she did, and she dered that he hadnt put it in the water for so long. But Finch hated boats, and caring for Finch had taken so much time that she thought Melville probably had to let it go. MELVILLE WAS LIVING OVER NEAR Federal Street in a condo hed been taking care of for someone at the Athenaeum, the historic membership library where hed been working for the last several years. His official job title was ton, though Zee had for years called him the tant, not in an attempt to be clever and name him after a navigational instrument but because she kept getting the words mixed up. Still, the job description had little to do with either ton or tant. A ton was a caretaker, a position for which there had been budget approval at the time Melville was hired.

What Melville actually did these days at the Athenaeum was more archivist than caretaker. Day to day he researched and documented the donated and acquired collections that included such historically significant items as the original Massachusetts Bay Charter. Melvilles new place was on the second floor of one of the converted Federal mansions in the McIntyre District.

The doorways had the traditional carvedwood friezes. The stairway wound three floors skyward in a hanging spiral. Though Zee thought it was a shame to chop up any of these old houses, this conversion had been done well. Melville opened the door and hugged her. Thanks for coming, he said. She handed the bag to him. Youre lucky, she said. He hadnt gotten around to selling this stuff yet. Melville looked terrible.

His sandy hair hadnt been washed, and he hadnt shaved for days. He wore a dirty lime green Salem tee with a logo that read LIFES A WITCH AND THEN YOU FLY. He was a big man, muscular from working the boats and from years spent in the merchant marine before he became a writer and an archivist. I know, he said when he noticed the way she was looking at him. I avoid mirrors. The secondfloor condo was dowed, sunny, and historically perfect, with the same greenovergray shade of verdigris that had been used in the sitting room of the House of the Seven Gables.

She recognized antiques from the 1850s China Trade. The one suitcase Melville had brought with him sat opened by the door, the unfolded pile of grabandgo that hed hastily stuffed into it spilling out onto the floor in contrast to the perfect room. The chairs had the light, spindly legs of expensive antiques, and Zee couldnt imagine Melville daring to actually sit on them. Nice place, she said. She looked around for a place to sit, but this was more museum than living room, with feminine touches but altogether too perfect in its execution.

It was definitely a mans house, Zee concluded, probably someone who dealt in antiques. Her mind jumped to the reasons for the split with Finch. Im just taking care of the place, Melville said, reading her. Hed always been able to read her. You want coffee? he asked, pointing toward the kitchen. Please, she said. The kitchen was obviously where Melville was spending most of his time. He gathered up the copies of the Boston Globe and the Salem papers and old National Geographics that covered the farm table.

Several coffee cups in various stages of abandonment sat on the table and on countertops, one with a fuzzy whiteandgreen skin grog across the top. Ive got to wash some of these, he said, taking them to the sink. Nice light, she said. The kitchen dows looked out on the North River.

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