The Puzzle (3 page)

“Then consider yourself a lucky guy. Now, let’s see what we can find…”

And so I proceeded to fill my days with just such everyday tasks.

I wasn’t going anywhere.

Chapter 4

The House That Jack Built

That fall slipped by, more or less uneventfully. I ran the shop, stayed focused, took notes, and resumed my writing. By the end of November, between the locals and weekenders, the town seemed quieter. A seasonal area, it overflowed with tourists during the summer and fall, but then slowly prepared to hibernate as the locals looked forward to reclaiming their town. The air got cooler, the pace a little slower, and the echo of traffic and people became somewhat muted.

Shops extended along Main, spilling onto a few side streets here and there, one on which my shop was located. Some were plain brick, nestled close, abutting one another. Others had brightly painted clapboard siding. Awnings revealed paned windows and bowed fronts, filled with gifts, antiques, books and toys. In the summer, tourists meandered along stone paths and courtyards bordered with flowered gardens, while they leisurely enjoyed an ice cream. You could sit on benches or under the canopied shade of the old oak trees, or stroll among the various shops.

Over the years, long-time summer residents bequeathed gifts such as land and money, which I heard were greatly appreciated by the town. A few buildings and inns were renovated or built occasionally, but the small town remained exactly that, a small town. This time of year many of the businesses closed up for the winter, but several remained open. I noticed a few people in, what I liked to refer to as,
the diner
when passing by on my way home, probably locals. I still checked anyway, out of habit. You never knew who might be spotted talking together.

After leaving town, the road clung to the mountain, snaking around bends and curves, intermittently allowing views of the valley below. Within minutes I turned in at my drive and slowly began the steep descent. Now on my own and without Stephen, I kept feeling as though a piece of me had been erased, but in some mysterious way he was still there beside me, watching and waiting.
For what?
And like usual, I turned half expecting him to be in the seat next to mine staring at me, but of course he wasn’t. I turned and looked back behind my car.

A cold mist of uneasiness settled over me. Would I always be looking over my shoulder? It was surreal, but this was a challenge I had to face.
Alone
. I slowed down, then stopped midway mentally replaying that first day I arrived. Was it only several months ago I had negotiated that first tentative trip down this long, narrow
driveway?…

(My past)

…I was feeling energized, but edgy, as wild brush scraped the sides of my car. It was early spring, and I was feeling almost hopeful. I was certainly not prepared for what appeared below as I approached. Trucks and workers were everywhere, caught up in what seemed like a
maze of confusion. I slowly came to a stop, suddenly unsure of the intimidating task before me. My eyes darted left and right, taking in the whole area, and I wondered if I had made a terrible mistake.

Because of my lack of communication, it didn’t appear as though I was expected anytime soon. Bewildered glances were thrown my way as I looked for Mike Cummins, the foreman. After a few minutes, I spotted him coming out of the house, and his sour expression spoke volumes. I stepped out of my car, anxious and unsure.

As he approached, I asked, “Not ready yet, is it?”

Mike was upset. “You know, I tried calling you, Samantha, but your home phone was disconnected. I tried your cell too.”

“I’m sorry. I had to get away and didn’t think. On the trip up here, I had a terrible signal on my cell…” I stopped. I was getting tired of making excuses for my life. “Tell me what’s up.”

“The electricity is out, and of course, that affects the electric baseboard heat. Also, the well out back is acting up. We’re finishing off some carpentry work and touching up the last of the outdoor paint on the back porch, but this electrical problem may take another twenty-four hours.” He looked sorry for me. “Trust me, Sam. This is no picnic here. My advice? Go and stay down in Franklin.”

I expected him to say that, so I squared my shoulders. I needed to be convincing not ambiguous. “Mike, it’s going down to thirty-three tonight. Most hotels and inns in town are already closed for the season, and the rest will be booked at this late hour. I’m too tired to drive down to Franklin. I need to stay here.”

“I figured something like this might happen when I couldn’t reach you,” said Mike. “So, I threw a kerosene heater in the back of my truck for your bedroom on the second floor and also brought my old gasoline generator to set outside to run some lights. It won’t be exactly what you’re used to, but it might work. I sure wish you’d reconsider Franklin.”

A hot bath in a warm hotel was very tempting. I gave it some thought and was on the verge of caving in, when I realized that if having my independence meant roughing it alone, then that was the way it would be. I glanced back at my car, my belongings, and who I used to be. Oh, and how could I forget all that emotional baggage I had brought? No, I had to stay. I had to make this work. I had to prove a point, if only to myself. I turned back to Mike.

“I’ll manage here just fine, and hopefully you can straighten everything out tomorrow.”

Then I looked up at the house, taking it all in. It was just as Stephen and I had planned: a beautiful log home, jutting out at the corners, connected and resembling a perfectly fitted puzzle, ironically in direct contrast to my life, which had fallen apart into many unrecognizable pieces.

Looking off to the left, I caught sight of the magnificent view of the mountains across the way, and had difficulty speaking. I cleared my throat to mask the sudden ache and loss that surfaced so unexpectedly.

“Samantha,” Mike said, gesturing. “About all this. Who would have thought so many problems would pop up at the last minute? You shouldn’t have to deal with any more stress. I’m sorry.” He shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what else to say.

I turned back to him, surprised. Stephen’s death was not only redefining my life, but my previous impression of Mike, who used to seem as tough as nails. I forced a smile. “That’s okay, Mike. Just don’t forget me in the morning, okay?”

His look of relief said it all. “You bet. I can be here by about…”

The roar of an engine interrupted him as we both looked up. A large furniture van slowly eased on in behind my car.

Uh-oh. This wasn’t working out the way I had expected.

“What the hell?” Mike demanded.

“I forgot. It’s my furniture. I meant to tell you it would be getting here today. With all this turmoil in my life, my mind has been in a fog.”

To my relief, he smiled. “I’ll take care of it. Trust me, physical problems I can handle.”

After some maneuvering, the furniture was unloaded and placed in all the rooms, while various wires were hooked up to the generator. The frenzy of activity eventually wound down and the driveway slowly emptied of the crew and their trucks, including Mike’s, which was the last to disappear over the crest of the drive and out of sight.

I stayed out by the front door for a while after they’d gone. Where was my life headed from this point? What was I going to accomplish? I was constantly second-guessing myself. Was I overreaching in thinking my outrageous idea might actually work? Probably, but I felt I had to do something. Sitting back and doing nothing was just not an option.

Even though neither the questions nor the answers were clear-cut in my mind yet, I still had to face living in a town I was not all that familiar with. I slowly pivoted in place, staring out at the woods, and then up at my house. The isolation of the location wasn’t ideal either, but I knew I had no choice but to remain and find out the truth.

A step at a time, I thought, and I just might get through this.

Once indoors, I clicked the deadbolt in place, firmly locking out the rest of the world, along with all my uncertainties for the night. And as usual, I would simply have to wait and see what would happen next in my iffy future. For now, I had some boxes and unpacking to attend to.

Chapter 5

The Good, The Bad And Me

I stood in the hallway, my hands on my hips, and glanced around. Draped along some ceiling fixtures from room to room were hideous electrical wires with only bare bulbs attached. Mike had started the gasoline generator outside before he left, its humming was deafening and drone-like, while the bulbs created a harsh, intense, and painful glare.

“Only a few electrical appliances can run at a time,” he had carefully instructed.

Even though the chaos was intimidating, I got right to work, placing firewood in the kitchen and living room hearths and lighting both, grateful Mike had left a stack at each one. Hot tea was next on my list. I turned on the kitchen faucet and out shot a whoosh of air and a few measly drops of water, and then nothing.

Closing my eyes, I gripped the edge of the counter tightly. What in the world was I thinking? No electricity. No water pumping. “I can do this,” I whispered encouragingly to myself.

A sudden, sharp knock startled me. I cautiously walked over to the entrance and peered out the glass in the door at the encroaching darkness. A familiar face appeared. Relieved, I quickly unlocked the door.

“Jack! What a surprise!” I greeted, in a friendly, but guarded manner.

What did he want? I couldn’t stop myself from getting consumed by paranoia. Should I question everyone’s motives?

 
“Come on in,” I invited, attempting to put us both at ease.

He walked in, carrying bottled water. “I saw Mike in town and heard about your arrival and electrical problems. Since the well needs electricity to pump, I figured you’d need some water.”

“Oh Jack, I completely forgot about the well.”

How could I have suspected Jack? Of course, he would know! I relaxed and led him into the kitchen. “I was going to call you tomorrow.”

He set down the jugs of water. “This sure was unexpected. Will you be okay for the night? Barbara and I are concerned. Do you need anything else? I see you’ve got fires going. That’s good, because it’s going to be bitter tonight.”

“I’ll be fine,” I assured him. “I’ve got Sneakers to protect me. Don’t worry.” I was trying for laid-back and lighthearted, but didn’t feel it. I did manage to get a laugh out of him though.

“Very funny,” he replied, but then he turned serious. “Is your phone working, Sam?” He eyed the table where it sat.

“It sure is, and I definitely promise to call you if there is any kind of emergency.”

“Well …okay, but I don’t feel right, leaving you like this, with no one else around. You’re isolated out here. Who knows what could happen to a woman all alone?”

I tried not to dwell on that fact. I gave Jack a confident smile, hoping my fear wasn’t that obvious, firmly committed to pulling this off on my own. “Hey, please don’t worry, okay?”

“I’ll try not to, but you know me, I will anyway.” Jack put on his gloves and hat. “It’s getting very cold out there. Now, don’t forget, we’re only a short distance away. Just call us.”

“I will.” I placed my hand gratefully on his arm. “And thank you for stopping by with the water. It was nice of you to think of me. I really appreciate your concern.”

He smiled, opened the door, and headed straight for his jeep, yelling back over the rumbling generator, “Bye, Samantha.”

“Goodbye Jack, and thanks again for coming out.”

I slowly shut the door, slid the deadbolt in place, and then leaned heavily against it, physically placing a separation between that huge black void outside and me. What did I expect? There were houses nearby, but they were vacation homes and were presently unoccupied. I shivered involuntarily, brushing off those thoughts, and then went to check on the fires upstairs to turn on the kerosene heater.

Okay–time to unpack. Resolutely, I went into the living room to begin the task, but came up short. Too many boxes stood there staring back. The idea of doing this on my own suddenly felt overwhelming. Bleary-eyed and exhausted, I realized there was no way I could attempt it my first night. I had driven a long distance that day and my muscles and neck were stiff. I searched for a place to sit, shoved away a few boxes, and then dragged a rocker up close to the blazing fire.