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WHEN L ILLYS HUSBAND HAD first brought her to Mattei, Lilly had been heavily dosed on Klonopin. Her anxiety had become so debilitating that the internist her husband had been taking her to had first prescribed Xanax and then, when that failed, increasing doses of the branded clonazepam. Lilly could barely speak. She couldnt drive. The pupils of her eyes looked like tiny pinpoints. But she was no longer anxious. She was zombie calm. It turned out that Lilly hadnt driven for the better part of a year, which had been inconvenient at best with a husband and two young ren to care for.

Instead of taking the kids to the yacht club to swim, Lilly had started walking them down to Gashouse Beach, which she said she preferred. But the kids missed their friends and the swimming lessons they had signed up for, and Lilly had such a bad feeling about the oceana terror that it would take her ren, that the surf would send a rogue wave or that some remnants of red tide would seep through their skin to infect themthat she didnt even let them wade in the water at the beach. Instead they were allowed only to sit on the rocky shore, playing in what little sand they could find, building castles, and slathered with so much 45 SPF that the blog sand began to coat their pale bodies, making them look like sugar cookies. By August, Lillys husband had taken pity on her and hired a nanny. That was when the real trouble started. Lilly willingly surrendered her SUV to the nanny, happy to be free of it, preferring to walk around town. She had Peapod deliver groceries. And then she paced. At first she confined her pacing to the house. She went up and down stairs. She circled from the foyer to the kitchen, through the sunporch to the dining room and library.

She climbed all three flights of stairs, avoiding the basement but pacing the rough, unfinished floor of the attic, feet tapping a rhythmic heeltoe, heeltoe. She slept little, pacing the house at night until the nanny complained that she thought the old place might be haunted, because she could hear someone walking above her ceiling. The next day, when the nanny took the ren to their lessons, Lillys feet took her outside, through the labyrinth of Marblehead streets, past the fading dow boxes where the vinca and blue scaevola struggled against the August drought. On the day when the drought finally broke, she ducked into the Spirit of 76 Bookstore to get out of the rain, but the place was too quiet for her and she imagined that everyone could hear the squishing sound her sneakers made as she walked on the carpet, so she went back outside. But it was pouring, thundering and very dy.

She stood under the awning and watched as a black plastic garbage can caught d and rolled down the twolane street, hitting a standing group of planters like a bowling ball, leaving a seventen split. She stayed under the awning until she noticed people looking at her, and then she crossed the street and entered the Rip Tide, someplace shed never been to in her life. It was threethirty. The construction workers who werent already finished for the day were finally called off the job because of the rain, and the bar was filling up. Lilly walked to the far end and took one of the high stools, one she could d her feet around to still their movement. What can I get you? the bartender asked. Lilly didnt drink. She had no idea. Do you have any kind of food? she asked the man. She was aware that she was the only woman in the place. She could feel all eyes on her. They have great steak tips, a man two stools down offered. Lunch is over. The kitchen doesnt open until five, the bartender said. Oh, come on, the lady looks like she could use a good steak. She knew they were looking at her, but she had no idea how she must appear. WetTshirt contest was the first thing she thought, but she was too skinny for wet tees to matter much. Her collarbones felt sharp and jutting. The bartender muttered and went to the back to cook. You owe me one, he said, not to Lilly but to the man whod procured the steak tips for her. The man dragged his bar stool over to hers. His name was Adam, he told her. He lived above one of the shops on Pleasant Street, just a few houses down on the left.