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eason　for　my　every　breath。
　That's　what　had　happened　when　I　was　twelve　and　dedicated　my　soul　to　the　god　of　dark　places。　By　the　time　I　was　seventeen；　I　was　a　dedicated　servant　to　the　one　I　worshipped。
　And　the　only　thing　I　asked　of　this　divinity　was：
　Give　me　Jenna。
　I　found　a　cat　over　in　town；　and　with　just　a　pen　knife；　offered　its　soul　to　my　god。
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　I'll　tell　you　now；　that　it's　safe；　what　really　happened　the　summer　that　I　discovered　purity　…　genuine　purity　…　in　the　shit　of　human　existence。　I　can　see　myself　as　I　was　then；　handsome；　young；　even　pretty　in　a　way　with　my　thick　hair　falling　to　either　side　of　my　face；　my　blue　eyes　sharp；　yes；　but　expectant。　My　shirt　is　an　Izod；　a　preppie　affectation　…　my　mother　never　wanted　me　to　look　like　the　other　islanders；　she　wanted　something　better　for　me；　as　did　I。　Khakis；　no　socks；　Topsiders　or　sandals　…　my　face　burning　from　the　beginnings　of　summer　sun；　my　heart　racing。　It's　no　longer　me　as　I　am；　it's　that　boy；　that　boy　who　is　almost　eighteen；　a　man　at　this　point；　a　man　who　has　nearly　won　in　life。
　I；　he；　you；　it　doesn't　matter　what　I　call　that　boy…man；　he　just　is；　I　can　feel　his　breath；　I　can　smell　the　Old　Spice　on　him；　I　can　practically　see　the　cap　on　his　front　tooth　that　cost　his　father　a　pretty　penny　after　he　fell　and　chipped　it　in　sixth　grade　while　he　was　running　…　I　can　practically　see　the　fog　lift　between　this　day　and　that　one。
　He　watches　for　her。
　
　
　Chapter　Two
　Memorial　Day；　restless　nights；　and　an　open　window　
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　Let　me　take　you　there。
　Fly　like　a　bird　over　the　crotch　of　New　England　…　that　place　where　Rhode　Island　clutches　at　its　small　corner　between　Massachusetts　and　Connecticut；　and　out　to　the　Sound；　across　the　scattering　of　islands　and　islets　and　outlands　until　you　see　the　One　Man　Rocks；　the　places　where　misanthropists　going　by　the　name　of　New　Englanders　lived　two　to　three　per　islet　…　and　then；　beyond　the　beyond；　as　my　mother　would　say；　thar　she　blows　…　Outerbridge；　Outerbridge；　Outerbridge。　The　name　conjures　up　older　names；　and　for　me　…　or　for　him；　for　the　me　who　was；　Owen　Crites；　the　Dutch　fighting　the　Indians；　the　pirates　burying　treasure　beneath　the　land；　and　the　people　who　built　the　walls。　It　even　conjures　all　the　names　it　must　have　had　before；　when　the　gods　themselves　had　granted　it　some　secret　name。　If　Owen　had　known　the　secret　name；　he　might　have　had　power　over　it；　but　as　it　was；　the　island　was　master；　and　all　who　occupied　its　ground；　servants。
　The　island's　history　began　eons　ago　when　some　glacial　giant　swept　the　rocks　and　earth　into　the　Atlantic　and　the　world　grew　up　around　it。　The　Pequot　and　Narragansett　Indians　held　it　against　the　Dutch　for　as　long　as　they　could；　and　then　the　Brits　wrested　it　for　themselves。　The　island　never　provided　much　in　the　way　of　existence　for　any　of　its　inhabitants；　all　that's　left　of　the　early　English　settlers　were　walls　made　of　stone　and　foundations　of　cottages　that　speckle　the　northern　end　of　Outerbridge　（originally　called　a　Dutch　name　that　had　sounded　to　the　English　like　Outerbridge　although　there　was　a　movement　afoot　among　the　summer　residents　to　restore　the　old　Pequot　name　for　the　place。）　The　largest　beach；　called　the　Serpentine　by　the　British　for　its　snaky　shape；　runs　the　western　length。　A　Victorian　Wedding　Cake　House　called　the　Mohegan；　converted　in　recent　years　to　a　twenty　room　hotel；　sits　perched　on　the　main　bluff　overlooking　the　most　public　part　of　the　Serpentine。　On　either　side　are　the　summer　homes　…　the　large　and　the　ordinary；　and　the　woods　all　mixed　in　and　winding　through　them。　More　than　half　the　roads　on　Outerbridge　were　still　dirt；　there　was　no　McDonald's；　no　7…11；　and　only　two　stoplights　between　the　three　townships。
　Spring　shat　out　of　winter　in　New　England　…　and　along　the　uneven　row　of　islands　called　the　Avalons　that　skirted　Connecticut；　Rhode　Island；　and　a　bare　tip　of　Massachusetts；　it　was　a　heavy　crap　of　rain　and　then　sun　and　then　rain　and　finally　sun　…　the　merciless　summer　sun　which　never　left　until　two　weeks　after　Labor　Day。　Outerbridge　had　it　the　worse；　for　the　two　other　large　Avalons　…　and　the　smaller　rocky　ledges　called　islets　that　formed　part　of　the　coastal　barrier　against　the　Atlantic　…　got　the　good　weather　first；　or　else　no　one　much　lived　there　to　care。
　Outerbridge；　the　furthest　up　the　coastline　was　more　narrow　than　wide　…　six　miles　long；　two…and…a…half　miles　wide　…　with　bluffs　to　the　south　and　north；　the　Great　Salt　Pond　at　its　center；　the　Wequetaket　swamps　in　the　lower　points　to　the　east；　there　are　two　hundred　and　fifty　three　summer　residents；　there　are　seventy…five　in　the　winter；　most　of　them　over　sixty。　At　the　height　of　winter's　cruelty；　helicopters　e　in　with　supplies。　That　sounds　outrageous；　but　it's　true；　for　Outerbridge　is　further　from　the　mainland　than　even　the　Vineyard　and　Nantucket　to　the　north　…　it　is　beyond　beyond　beyond；　and　there　is　no　crossing　easily。　The　historic　landmarks　are　South　Light　and　North　Light；　the　two　lighthouses　that　still　work；　sentries　at　either　end　of　the　island；　Old　Town；　or　Old　Town　Harbor　as　the　old…timers　call　it；　is　at　the　southern　tip；　Quonnoquet　Haven；　with　its　bluffs　and　spectacular　view　of　what　they　call　the　Big　Nothing；　where　even　the　mainland　is　unseen　in　the　distance；　lays　to　the　north　of　the　island　This　particular　day　was　the　glinting　kind。　Sun　glinted　off　the　Sound；　and　even　the　virgin　leaves　on　the　wet　trees　…　and　the　bark；　too　…　all　of　it　spattered　light　refracted　through　the　hangover　of　the　night　of　rain　so　recently　over。　He　hated　it　…　he　hated　the　end　of　winter；　because　it　was　usually　the　end　of　control　within　his　parents　house。　His　mother　had　been　in　bed　for　most　of　it；　nursing　imagined　traumas；　while　his　father　had　spent　his　hours　away　from　home；　either　working　as　a　handyman　and　gardener　at　the　Big　House；　or　in　town　or　down　to　Old　Town　Harbor　for　drinks　with　his　friends。
　Owen　Crites　looked　to　summer　for　one　thing；　and　one　thing　only。　It　would　be　the　arrival　of　Jenna　Montgomery；　and　that　would　mean　that　his　misery；　his　feeling　of　loneliness　would　vanish。
　It　was　a　singular　obsession　of　his。
　She　was　purity。
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　〃Hi；〃　he　said　to　her　when　he　was　six。
　〃Hi；〃　she　replied。　But　she　hadn't　needed　to。　She　was　six　and　all　ringlets　and　ribbons　and　party　dress。
　〃Owen；〃　he　said。
　〃I　know。　Hank's　your　daddy。〃
　The　fact　that　she　called　his　father　by　his　first　name　shocked　Owen。　No　other　child　called　a　parent　by　the　first　name。　It　was　taboo。　And　to　call　his　father　〃Hank〃　and　not　〃Henry〃　seemed　far　too　familiar。
　〃I　know　where　you　live；〃　she　added；　an　afterthought。
　〃Here；〃　he　said；　meaning　her　property。
　〃In　my　yard；〃　she　said。　〃You　have　the　big　goldfish　pond。〃
　〃Koi；〃　he　corrected　her。
　〃And　all　the　roses　my　mommy　loves；〃　she　said；　and　then　took　him　by　the　hand　and　brought　him　into　her　world　…　the　birthday　party；　the　children　from　New　York；　the　pony　rides　on　the　bluffs；　the　smoked　turkey　sandwiches；　the　games　of　pin…the…tail；　and　the　dance。　He　had　been　woefully　under…　dressed　in　a　torn　pair　of　jeans　and　a　t…shirt。　The　other　boys　all　wore　white　shirts　and　little　ties；　their　hair　glistened　with　gel。　The　girls　were　in　puffy　dresses　and　glittery　shoes。　He　had　no　gift　for　her　then。　It　had　panicked　him　midway　through　the　party。
　He　went　and　found　a　gift　she　had　not　yet　unwrapped；　and　he　threw　away　the　other　child's　card。　On　the　wrapping　paper；　he　scrawled　…　Hapy　Birthday　from　Owen。　As　it　turned　out；　the　gift　was　a　small　hand　puppet；　and　Owen　took　it　from　Jenna　and　began　doing　something　that　he　didn't　even　know　he　could　do。
　He　threw　his　voice；　so　it　sounded　as　if　the　puppet　were　speaking　without　Owen's　lips　moving。
　When　it　was　found　out　what　he　had　done；　he　was　punished；　but　even　Mrs。　M　mented　to　Owen's　mother　about　her　son's　delightful　talent。
　But　forget　that　for　now；　forget　it。　Years　passed；　punishment　was　the　result　of　knowledge。　Smart　people　punished　themselves；　his　older　self　knew。　All　people　with　brains　received　punishment。
　He　knew　better　than　to　reveal　secrets。
　He　waited　for　her；　watching　the　Sound　for　the　ferry　on　the　Thursday　before　Memorial　Day　weekend。
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　His　eyes　turned　to　slits　against　the　western　sun；　it　was　the　last　ferry　of　the　day；　and　he　couldn't　find　her　or　her　parents　among　those　on