“Do you think it’s smart to be sketching dead girls with half the town down there snapping selfies?” Jo asked.
“We’ll travel by water,” Harriett announced as though it had long been decided. “I have a friend with a boat. What time do you two want to leave?”
That afternoon, Celeste watched from the prow of her boat as the three women made their way down the dock, with Harriett in the lead. Even in a plain white shirt tucked into a pair of old jeans, Harriett looked like a visitor from another realm. The two women walking side by side behind Harriett couldn’t have appeared more different. One was pretty and plump, with a wide smile punctuated by two girlish dimples. Her manicure suggested she wasn’t a fan of manual labor, and her fancy silk blouse wasn’t made for sailing. Her companion was a compact little redhead with ripped limbs, a tight ponytail, and an outfit that suggested she might drop and do thirty at any moment. Yet the fact that the two women belonged together was perfectly clear. They were a matching pair.
There was a time when Celeste might have been jealous to see Harriett in the company of interesting women. In her youth, she’d demanded everything from her lovers. Every ounce of affection. Every second of spare time. Now her desire to possess had dwindled, and she knew trying to own someone like Harriett would be pointless. What Harriett gave freely was much more precious than anything Celeste might try to take.
Her affair with Harriett had changed her relationship with Andrew, though not in the ways she’d imagined. They were still happy together. And they were just as happy apart. For the first time in her life, Celeste wasn’t afraid to be on her own. Her time with Harriett had taught her a great deal. Harriett had a six-year head start on Celeste. She’d made it to the top of the hill they’d been climbing, and she knew what lay on the other side. Celeste had watched other women cower or crumble once they reached the summit. Harriett had grown powerful instead. Celeste didn’t know for sure what had happened. Harriett claimed she’d simply decided to see the world with her own two eyes. Whatever that meant, it was what Celeste wanted. And she could tell the two women with Harriett had made up their minds as well.
Harriett greeted Celeste with a kiss on the mouth that left Celeste weak in the knees. She could feel Harriett’s hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer. Neither of them cared who was watching—though Celeste worried Harriett might try to drag her belowdecks. She snuck a glance at Harriett’s friends, who were doing their best to appear nonchalant.
“Hello.” She gently pushed Harriett back. “I’m Celeste.”
“My apologies,” Harriett said. “Celeste, I’d like you to meet my friends Jo and Nessa. Ladies, this is Celeste.”
“Nice boat,” Jo said awkwardly, struggling to hide her amusement.
“Thanks,” Celeste replied. “It was my husband’s forty-fifth birthday present to himself. From what he tells me, it’s something all big shots need, even the ones who vomit at the sight of the ocean.”
Celeste saw Nessa’s eyes pop at the word husband. Harriett noticed, too, and gave her friend a wink.
“Her husband, Andrew, and I used to work together,” she said. “Now he has the job I deserved, and I have sex with his wife. I think I got the better deal, don’t you?”
Nessa was getting used to Harriett teasing her. “Couldn’t tell you,” she replied coolly. “I’ve never worked in advertising.”
Jo let loose a cackle. “Nice one,” she said, and with that, the ice was officially broken.
“So you guys ready to set sail?” Celeste asked. “Harriett says you want to go out by Danskammer Beach to whale watch? I warned her you might not see many whales this time of year.”
Celeste felt an arm wrap around her waist. “And I promised Celeste that she wouldn’t go home disappointed,” Harriett said. “I called ahead and told the whales we were coming.”