He looked confused. “Why would I?”
I thought about those young women laughing when I first entered Rachel’s studio.
Then I thought about how close I’d come to spending the rest of my life alone in that quiet house.
“Never mind,” I said. “Come on. We’ve got some knots to learn.”
And for the first time since Margaret died, I wasn’t simply trying to get through another day.
I had somewhere to be.
I had children waiting for me.
And I had a little piece of the future Margaret and I once dreamed about.
Do you think Charles genuinely wanted to thank Arthur and Margaret for saving his life, or was his lifelong search mainly driven by guilt over starting the fire?
