By now Rufus had moved closer to Lella. She placed her hand on the rough plywood tabletop. He slowly put his hand over hers and clenched it. Lella got up and wrapped her arms around Rufus.
They went to the house where the others were eating and talking with animation, the giddy aftermath of the sad morning.
“The pasta is getting cold,” said Dr. M. “Eat!”
Watkins Glen
Lella decided to stop in the Glen on her way back to Trumansburg. Rufus had gone ahead to meet with Richard, who was coming from Geneva. He would have the story on Emmett, who had contacted his more forgiving partner after he was arrested.
Lella put her things in the car and said goodbye to Dr. M. The others had left, and he stood there, once again alone on the Bluff.
“Promise you’ll come next Saturday? It’ll be fun. I’l
