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I know. He was stunned. Why not You have so much talent. I dont know.... Sure you do. You stopped for a reason. He was right. Shed had a reason. Its a long story. Ive got all night, he answered. Did you really think I was talented she asked quietly. Cmon, he said, reaching for her hand, I want to show you something. She got up and followed him through the door to the living room. He stopped in front of the fireplace and pointed to the painting that hung above the mantel. She gasped, surprised she hadnt noticed it earlier, more surprised it was here at all. You kept it Of course I kept it. Its derful. She gave him a skeptical look, and he explained. It makes me feel alive when I look at it. Sometimes I have to get up and touch it. Its just so realâ€” the shapes, the shadows, the colors. I even dream about it sometimes. Its incredible, Allieâ€”I can stare at it for hours. Youre serious, she said, shocked. As serious as Ive ever been. She didnt say anything. You mean to tell me no one has ever told you that before My professor did, she finally said, but I guess I didnt believe him. He knew there was more. Allie looked away before continuing. Ive been drag and painting since I was a . I guess that once I got a little older, I began to think I was good at it. I enjoyed it, too. I remember working on this painting that summer, adding to it every day, changing it as our relationship changed. I dont even remember how it started or what I wanted it to be, but somehow it evolved into this. I remember being unable to stop painting after I went home that summer. I think it was my way of avoiding the pain I was going through. Anyway, I ended up majoring in art in college because it was something I had to do; I remember spending hours in the studio all by myself and enjoying every minute. I loved the freedom I felt when I created, the way it made me feel inside to make something beautiful. Just before I graduated, my professor, who happened to also be the critic for the paper, told me I had a lot of talent. He told me I should try my luck as an artist. But I didnt listen to him. She stopped there, gathering her thoughts. My parents didnt think it was proper for someone like me to paint for a living. I just stopped after a while. I havent touched a brush in years. She stared at the painting. Do you think youll ever paint again Im not sure if I can anymore. Its been a long time. You can still do it, Allie. I know you can. You have a talent that comes from inside you, from your heart, not from your fingers. What you have cant ever go away. Its what other people only dream about. Youre an artist, Allie. The words were spoken with such sincerity that she knew he wasnt saying it just to be nice. He truly believed in her ability, and for some reason that meant more to her than she expected. But something else happened then, something even more powerful. Why it happened, she never knew, but this was when the chasm began to close for Allie, the chasm she had erected in her life to separate the pain from the pleasure. And she suspected then, maybe not consciously, that there was more to this than even she cared to admit. But at that moment she still wasnt completely aware of it, and she turned to face him. She reached over and touched his hand, hesitantly, gently, amazed that after all these years hed somehow known exactly what shed needed to hear. When their eyes locked, she once again realized how special he was. And for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she dered if she was in love with him again. The timer went off in the kitchen, a small ding, and Noah turned away, breaking the moment, strangely affected by what had just happened between them. Her eyes had spoken to him and whispered something he longed to hear, yet he couldnt stop the voice inside his head, her voice, that had told him of her love for another man. He silently cursed the timer as he walked to the kitchen and removed the bread from the oven. He almost burned his fingers, dropped the loaf on the counter, and saw that the frying pan was ready. He added the vegetables and heard them begin to crackle. Then, muttering to himself, he got some butter out of the icebox, spread some on the bread, and melted a bit more for the crabs. Allie had followed him into the kitchen and cleared her throat. Can I get the table ready Noah used the bread knife as a pointer. Sure, plates are over there. Utensils and napkins there. Make sure you get plentyâ€”crabs can be messy, so well need em. He couldnt look at her as he spoke. He didnt want to realize hed been mistaken about what had just happened between them. He didnt want it to be a mistake. Allie, too, was dering about the moment and feeling warm as she thought of it. The words hed spoken replayed in her head as she found everything she needed for the table: plates, place settings, salt and pepper. Noah handed her the bread as she was finishing the table, and their fingers touched briefly. He turned his attention back to the frying pan and turned the vegetables. He lifted the lid of the steamer, saw the crabs still had a minute, and let them cook some more. He was more composed now and returned to small talk, easy conversation. Have you ever had crab before A couple of times. But only in salads. He laughed. Then youre in for an adventure. Hold on a second. He disappeared upstairs for a moment, then returned with a navy blue button-down shirt. He held it open for her. Here, put this on. I dont want you to stain your dress. Allie put it on and smelled the fragrance that lingered in the shirtâ€”his smell, distinctive, natural. Dont worry, he said, seeing her expression, its clean. She laughed. I know. It just reminds me of our first real date. You gave me your jacket that night, remember He nodded. Yeah, I remember. Fin and Sarah were with us. Fin kept elbog me the whole way back to your parents house, trying to get me to hold your hand. You didnt, though. No, he answered, shaking his head. Why not Shy, maybe, or afraid. I dont know. It just didnt seem like the right thing to do at the time. Come to think of it, you were kind of shy, werent you. I prefer the words â€˜quiet confidence, he answered with a k, and she smiled. The vegetables and crabs were ready about the same time. Be careful, theyre hot, he said as he handed them to her, and they sat across from each other at the small wooden table. Then, realizing the tea was still on the counter, Allie stood and brought it over. After putting some vegetables and bread on their plates, Noah added a crab, and Allie sat for a moment, staring at it. It looks like a bug. A good bug, though, he said. Here, let me show you how its done. He demonstrated quickly, making it look easy, removing the meat and putting it on her plate. Allie crushed the legs too hard the first time and the time after that, and had to use her fingers to get the shells away from the meat. She felt clumsy at first, worrying that he saw every mistake, but then she realized her own insecurity. He didnt care about things like that. He never had. So, whatever happened to Fin she asked. It took a second for him to answer.

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