Page 12 of The Shape of Night

Donna is sitting at her computer, fingers clacking away with quick efficiency. She doesn’t look up at me until I’m standing right in front of her desk, and even then it’s just a quick glance, an automatic smile as she continues to type.

“Be with you in just a sec. I have to finish this email,” she says. “One of our properties just had a plumbing catastrophe and I need to find backup lodging for some very unhappy renters…”

As she keeps typing, I wander over to theFor Salelistings displayed on the wall. If I moved to Maine, I could afford so much more house than I can in Boston. For the price of my two-bedroom apartment, I could own a house in the country with six acres of land, or a four-bedroom fixer-upper in the village, or a farm up in Aroostook County. I’m a food writer and I can live anywhere in the world; all I need is my laptop, an Internet connection, and a functioning kitchen for testing recipes. Like so many other vacationers who visit Maine in the summertime, I can’t help but entertain the fantasy of pulling up roots and starting a new life here. I imagine myself planting peas in the spring, harvesting heirloom tomatoes in the summer, picking apples in the fall. And during the long dark winters, as snow swirls outside, I would bake bread while a pot of stew simmers on the stove. I would be a brand-new Ava, alert and happy and productive, not drinking myself into a stupor every night, desperate for sleep.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Ava, but this morning has been crazy.”

I turn to Donna. “I have another question. About the house.”

“Is it about the mice again? Because if they really do bother you, I might be able to find you an apartment rental in another town. It’s in a new building and it doesn’t have a view, but—”

“No, I can deal with the mice. In fact, I’ve already caught half a dozen of them in the last week. My question is about the turret.”

“Oh.” She sighs, already assuming what my complaint is. “Billy and Ned told me the repairs will take longer than they expected. They need to open up that hidden space behind the wall. If that’s not acceptable for you, I can ask them to delay the work until October, after you’re gone.”

“No, I’m perfectly fine having them work in the house. They’re nice to have around.”

“I’m glad you think so. Ned’s gone through some tough times in the last few years. He was really happy when Mr. Sherbrooke gave him the job.”

“I’d think a good carpenter would have more than enough work around here.”

“Yes, well…” She looks down at her desk. “I’vealways found him reliable. And I’m sure that turret’s going to be gorgeous when he’s done with it.”

“Speaking of the turret…”

“Yes?”

“Did the previous tenant mention anything, um, odd about it?”

“What do you mean by ‘odd’?”

“Funny creaks. Noises. Odors.”Like the smell of the ocean.

“Charlotte never mentioned anything to me.”

“What about any of the tenants before her?”

“Charlotte’s the only other tenant I’ve rented that house to. Before her, Brodie’s Watch sat empty for years. This is the first season it’s been available to rent.” She searches my face, trying to glean what I’m really asking. “I’m sorry, Ava, but I’m not entirely clear about what problems you’re experiencing. Every old house has creaks and noises. Is there something in particular I can address?”

I consider telling her the truth: that I believe Brodie’s Watch is haunted. But I’m afraid of what this no-nonsense businesswoman will think of me. In her place, I know whatIwould think of me.

“It’s not a problem, actually,” I finally say. “You’re right, it’s just an old house, so I guess it comes with the odd creak now and then.”

“Then you don’t want me to find an apartment for you? Somewhere in a different town?”

“No, I’ll stay through October as I planned. That should give me time to finish a big chunk of my book.”

“You’ll be glad you stayed. And October reallyisthe nicest time of year.”

I’m already at the door when I think of one more question. “The owner’s name is Arthur Sherbrooke?”

“Yes. He inherited the house from his aunt.”

“Do you think he’d mind if I contacted him about the history of Brodie’s Watch? It would be interesting background for my book.”

“He comes up to Tucker Cove every so often to check on Ned’s progress. I’ll find out when he’ll be in town again, but I’m not sure how willing he is to talk about the house.”

“Why not?”

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