The Tailgate (2014)
“She blinked twice, thinking she no longer had the eyes of a girl or even a young woman, thinking she hadn’t been feeling well lately, and was this a trick of her mind? Twenty-seven years later? Subject line: Hello.
Dabney Kimball Beech, who had served as the director of the Nantucket Island Chamber of Commerce for twenty-two years, was in her second-floor office overlooking historic cobblestoned Main Street. It was late April, the Friday morning of Daffodil Weekend, Dabney’s second-most-imp...ortant weekend of the year, and the weather forecast was a springtime fantasy. It was sixty degrees and sunny today, and would be sixty-four and sunny on Saturday and Sunday.Dabney had just checked the forecast for the fifth time that day, the five thousandth time that week (the previous year, Daffodil Weekend had been ruined by a late season snowstorm) when the email from Clendenin Hughes appeared in her inbox.Subject line: Hello.
“Oh my God,” Dabney said.Dabney never swore and rarely took the Lord’s name in vain (thanks to cayenne pepper administered to her ten-year-old tongue by her devoutly Catholic grandmother for saying the word geez.) That she did so now was enough to get the attention of Nina Mobley, Dabney’s assistant for eighteen of the past twenty-two years.MoreLess
Dabney Kimball Beech, who had served as the director of the Nantucket Island Chamber of Commerce for twenty-two years, was in her second-floor office overlooking historic cobblestoned Main Street. It was late April, the Friday morning of Daffodil Weekend, Dabney’s second-most-imp...ortant weekend of the year, and the weather forecast was a springtime fantasy. It was sixty degrees and sunny today, and would be sixty-four and sunny on Saturday and Sunday.Dabney had just checked the forecast for the fifth time that day, the five thousandth time that week (the previous year, Daffodil Weekend had been ruined by a late season snowstorm) when the email from Clendenin Hughes appeared in her inbox.Subject line: Hello.
“Oh my God,” Dabney said.Dabney never swore and rarely took the Lord’s name in vain (thanks to cayenne pepper administered to her ten-year-old tongue by her devoutly Catholic grandmother for saying the word geez.) That she did so now was enough to get the attention of Nina Mobley, Dabney’s assistant for eighteen of the past twenty-two years.MoreLess
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