Dance Upon the Air
Chapter One
THREE SISTERS ISLAND
JUNE, 2001
She kept staring straight ahead as the knuckle of land, bumpy and green with
distance, began revealing its secrets. The lighthouse, of course. What was an
offshore New England island without its stalwart spear? This one, pure and
dazzling white, rose on a craggy cliff. Just as it should, Nell thought.
There was a stone house near it, fog-gray in the sharp summer sunlight, with
peaked roofs and gables and what she hoped was a widow's walk circling the top
story.
She'd seen paintings of the Light of the Sisters and the house that stood so
strong and firm beside it. It was the one she'd seen in the little shop on the
mainland, the one that had sent her impulsively to the car ferry.
She'd been following impulse and instinct for six months, just two months after
her meticulous and hard-worked plan had freed her.
Every moment of those first two months had been terror. Then, gradually, terror
had eased to anxiety, and a different kind of fear, almost like a hunger, that
she would lose what she had found again.
She had died so she could live.
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