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For their first breakfast since getting back from England to the northern California coastal town of Mercy after a two-year absence, Constance and Joseph Richardson dine in the Ziggurat Farm farmhouse with all the farm folks joining them for pancakes and raspberries. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Quintessential Brits, Constance is a\nshort plump pretty redhead and a hugely successful author of twenty-seven\nmurder mysteries, her pen name Margaret Orland, Joseph a big strong gray-haired\npainter of landscapes and portraits. Having spent the night at the farm in\ntheir enormous Mercedes van, a luxury suite on wheels, Constance and Joseph are\nhaving a delightful time bringing everyone up to date on their immediate past\nand their plans for the future. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere we were in our lovely house\nin Devon,\u201d says Joseph in his actorly way, \u201cJanuary especially dreary this year,\nand as my first cup of coffee, not nearly so good as yours, Philip, brought a\nmodicum of clarity to my clouded senses, it dawned on me that out of obeisance\nto a way of thinking we\u2019d fostered for thirty years, we had enslaved ourselves\nto a lie.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA misconception,\u201d Constance\nclarifies. \u201cUn id\u00e9e fixe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 \u201cThis idea, this obsessive misconception, was\nthis. By now in the arc of our lives we would be old and decrepit. Yet quite\nthe opposite is true. Indeed, I am only seventy-one, Connie still a year shy of\nseventy, and we are both wonderfully fit and healthy. Nor were we the cause of\nour twice-daily walks being so brief and in apparent slow motion. It was our\nshort-legged Dachshunds Aristotle and Venus who were responsible for the slow\ndown, and we\u2019d chosen them instead of larger dogs because we\u2019d imagined\nourselves to be entering our dotage.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd it dawned on me<\/em>,\u201d says Constance, not to be outdone\nby Joseph when it comes to dramatics, \u201cthat I was not<\/em> done writing as I, for some bizarre reason, imagined I would be\nby now, and I was thunderstruck by a stirring vision of my next book about a\nretired\u2014ha!\u2014detective and his pastry chef wife set in a fictitious version of\nMercy, which meant\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe might come back here for a\ntime,\u201d says Joseph quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Silence falls, the collective breath\nheld.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vivienne, who is eleven, ventures,\n\u201cFor how long will you be staying?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Joseph and Constance exchange long\nlooks<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSome years,\u201d says Constance smiling\nat Vivienne. \u201cSo goes our current thinking.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHurray!\u201d shouts Henri, who is\ntwelve and great pals with Joseph. \u201cMy dream come true.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWill you rent or buy?\u201d asks Andrea,\nHenri\u2019s mother and by far the most pragmatic member of the farm collective. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDear Andrea,\u201d says Joseph, who has\nmade several paintings of Andrea in her magnificent terraced vegetable garden,\n\u201cin order to do our story justice we must beg your indulgence for a few moments\nso we may properly tell the tale.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTake as many moments as you wish,\u201d\nsays Philip, head chef of the collective. \u201cWe hang on your every word.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThank you, Philip,\u201d says Joseph,\nclearing his throat. \u201cSo there we were in Devon dreaming of Mercy and being\nwith all of you again and getting to know the new members of the consortium we\u2019d\nheard so much about in Henri\u2019s letters, and we took ourselves to our computers to\nsearch for a house to rent hereabouts.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAs will happen,\u201d says Constance,\ntaking up the narrative, \u201cwhen one ventures into cyber space, rental listings comingle\nwith houses for sale, and both of us, quite unknowing of the other\u2019s progress,\ncame upon the same property, twelve acres not far inland from town with a\ndriveway cut through the woods from highway to home site, a good well dug, the large\nfoundation poured, and then\u2026 did the previous owners run out of money? The\nlisting did not say.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe price was good,\u201d Joseph goes on,\nwinking at Henri, \u201cthe location ideal, and Connie and I have always wanted to\nbuild our own house at least once in our lives.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEre long the land was ours,\u201d says\nConstance, her eyes wide with excitement. \u201cWe hired a clever architect to\nconcretize our vision, and a month ago we called those marvelous carpenter\nartisans who built your cottage and so gorgeously remade this farmhouse, and\nnow\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA week from Monday,\u201d says Joseph,\nraising his arms to the heavens, \u201cthe Ramirez brothers and their crew of crack\ncarpenters will begin work on the house of our dreams, a large bonus awaiting\nthem for swift completion.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhere is your land?\u201d asks Michael,\nhe and his wife Daisy and their baby Jenna the newest members of the Ziggurat\nFarm collective.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Joseph and Constance exchange\nglances again<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAs your land, Michael,\u201d proclaims\nJoseph, \u201cis contiguous with the farm to the south, our land is contiguous to the\neast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMon dieu,\u201d says Marcel, Henri\u2019s handsome\nFrench father. \u201cThose<\/em> twelve acres?\nWe wondered who bought them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve just completed a bird and\nbotanical survey of your land,\u201d says Michael, an ornithologist. \u201cMy sister Caroline\nand I and the homeschoolers. We\u2019ve convened on your foundation several times in\nthe last few weeks. Spectacular site.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood God,\u201d says Arturo, who is\nthirteen and from age six to eleven modeled his way of speaking in large part on\nJoseph\u2019s. \u201cYou mean to tell us we\u2019ll be neighbors?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust up the hill past the vegetable\ngarden,\u201d says Joseph, pointing in that direction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a miracle,\u201d says Henri,\nleaping up from the table and dancing around the living room with Vivienne and\nArturo. \u201cWe\u2019ll see you every day.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll have art lessons with you again,\u201d\nsays Vivienne, twirling around. \u201cAnd marvelous tea parties with Connie. I must\ncall Irenia and tell her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll dine with us, of course,\u201d\nsays Philip, bowing to Constance. \u201cAs often as you like.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhich, to be quite honest,\u201d says\nConstance, giving Philip a blushing smile, \u201cwas a large motivating factor in\nour decision to return, your meals and Celia\u2019s and, of course, our weekly pilgrimage\nto Ocelot<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat about dogs?\u201d asks Lisa, who\nknows Constance and Joseph always have dogs. \u201cDid you bring your Dachshunds\nwith you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, we gave the little sweeties to\nan old friend in Devon who coveted them,\u201d says Joseph, glad to be free of the waddlers.\n\u201cWe intend to find two larger mutts to abide with us here and lead us on many a\nmerry chase.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re getting two new dogs, too,\u201d\nsays Vivienne, returning to the table. \u201cJung and Goliath died, you know, and Nathan\nand Celia\u2019s neighbors have an enormous Black Lab who just had seven puppies\nwith a variety of fathers and we\u2019ve reserved two of those.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe shall hope to pick two more of\nthe seven for ours,\u201d says Joseph, overjoyed to be back among people he loves so\ndearly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After breakfast, a light rain\nfalling, Joseph and Constance drive their van into town to spend some time with\nDelilah and Nathan and Celia, their closest friends in Mercy. Nathan is\neighty-six, Celia is eighty, and Delilah, Nathan and Celia\u2019s house mate for the\nlast thirteen years, is twenty-six.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nathan and Celia and Delilah were in\nthe farmhouse yesterday afternoon when Constance and Joseph arrived during the\nhomeschool drama and music performances, but they did not learn of Joseph and\nConstance coming to live in Mercy again until today, and they are thrilled by\nthe news.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delilah painted with Joseph for ten\nof the eleven years the Richardsons previously resided in Mercy, studied French\nand mythology with Constance, and gave many a stirring concert on the\nRichardsons\u2019 magnificent Steinway grand, which she is thrilled to learn will be\ncoming back from England as soon as the new house is built. Constance and\nJoseph partook of countless suppers at Nathan and Celia\u2019s, Nathan pruned their\nfruit trees, the quintet frequently walked their dogs together on the beach at\nthe mouth of the Mercy River, and Delilah and Joseph showed together at the\nFletcher Gallery in Mercy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When their rejoicing subsides, Celia\ncalls their neighbors, Elvis and Lena Quisenberry, and arranges for a puppy\nviewing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Elvis is fifty-five, a burly auto\nmechanic at Mercy Garage. Lena is a zaftig fifty-three and owns Perfect Fit<\/em>, a women\u2019s clothing store in\ntown. Their son Jerry works in a cannabis dispensary in Los Angeles while\npursuing an acting career. Elvis and Lena are religious devotees of The\nGrateful Dead, prodigious pot smokers, and are forever promising to spay and\nneuter their dogs and cats, though they rarely do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sheba, a large Black Lab, is the\nmother of the litter Constance and Joseph and Nathan and Celia and Delilah come\nto visit, the Quisenberry kitchen a riot of seven little cuties not yet old\nenough to leave their mother, but old enough to totter around and tumble adorably\nfor the visiting humans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are two black and white pups\nin the litter, one of them making a beeline for Joseph, the other tottering\nacross the linoleum to Constance, and not three minutes into the visit\nConstance says, \u201cWe\u2019d like to have these two black and whites if they are not\nyet spoken for.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s easy to remember,\u201d says\nElvis, off for the weekend and profoundly stoned. \u201cThey should be ready to\nleave mama a few weeks from now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re asking fifty dollars each,\u201d\nsays Lena, smiling at Constance. \u201cThat seem fair to you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMore than fair,\u201d says Joseph, picking\nup one of the black and white pups and nuzzling her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe will pay you seven hundred\neach,\u201d says Constance, picking up the other black and white pup, \u201cif you will\nkeep ours for another three months until our new house is finished.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cZounds,\u201d says Elvis, grinning at\nhis wife. \u201cNo problema.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe Ziggurat Farm kids have dibs on\nthese two,\u201d says Lena, picking up two of the pups. \u201cAnd Raul\u2026 you know Raul? Chef\nat Ocelot<\/em>? He\u2019s getting the big black\none. And Boris who works at the garage with Elvis? You know Boris? His daughter\nIrenia homeschools up at Ziggurat. He\u2019s getting the biggest one for Irenia.\nWe\u2019re guessing a Great Dane daddy for that one. So now we\u2019ve got the litter\nsold but one and I\u2019m guessing the Ziggurat kids will take three if nobody else\nwants the last one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAny guesses about the progenitor of\nour two?\u201d asks Constance, standing beside Joseph and holding her pup next to\nhis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFar as we know only one black and\nwhite dude made the scene,\u201d says Elvis, his grin expanding. \u201cMaggie Fetherston\u2019s\ncocker spaniel. Came all the way across town to do the deed. Don\u2019t know why\nSheba let the little guy get on, but she did.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLove is blind,\u201d says Joseph,\nreluctant to let his pup go. \u201cWould you happen to know the sexes of our two?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBoy and a girl,\u201d says Lena,\nnodding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPerfect,\u201d says Constance, setting\nher pup down. \u201cGiven their father\u2019s diminutive size they should not be too\nenormous. We\u2019ve done enormity and needn\u2019t again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Returning to Nathan and Celia\u2019s for\na spot of tea, Joseph brings forth one of Henri\u2019s letters sent not long ago to\nDevon and reads, \u201c\u2018Delilah is a superlative teacher and we especially\nappreciate how easy it is to convince her to switch from Math to Music or Drawing,\nwhich all of us prefer to Math save for Larry who is most comfortable midst the\nabstraction of numbers, though he\u2019s a fine baritone and adds a gratifying depth\nto our harmonizing. Now and then Delilah will drift into a trance and we\u2019ll\nknow she\u2019s thinking of Thomas in faraway Ithaca and counting the hours until\nJune when the handsome authority on foxes makes his way west to be with her\nagain.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSuch a marvelous writer is Henri,\u201d\nsays Constance, beaming at Nathan. \u201cThanks to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAll those kids are good writers,\u201d\nsays Nathan, thinking of the six homeschoolers he writes with a few times a\nweek. \u201cI am ever amazed by them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo tell us about Thomas,\u201d says Joseph,\ntaking off his reading glasses and gazing fondly at Delilah. \u201cYour first real\nflame, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delilah smiles and the room\nbrightens. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve met his brother Michael,\u201d\nshe says, sighing. \u201cThom is a little taller, his features not so chiseled, his\nvoice somewhat higher. I think he\u2019s gorgeous, but then I\u2019m in love with him,\nso\u2026 He\u2019s thoughtful and kind and he does worry a lot about the biosphere and\nglobal warming and overpopulation. He\u2019s a wildlife biologist, so he\u2019s steeped\nin bad news about the environment, and I haven\u2019t seen him in nearly three\nmonths so he\u2019s become somewhat surreal to me, and I think I\u2019ll be fine if our\nrelationship doesn\u2019t work out, though I hope it will.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHave you slept with him?\u201d asks\nConstance, cutting to the chase.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delilah nods. \u201cAnd it was good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everyone laughs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou talk on the phone?\u201d asks\nJoseph, assuming they do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe did for the first few weeks\nafter he went back to Ithaca,\u201d says Delilah, getting up from the dining table\nto put another log on the fire, \u201cbut we found it more frustrating than\nsatisfying, so now we just write. I send him gushy love letters and he answers\nwith emails.\u201d She watches the log catch fire. \u201cHe\u2019s insanely busy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat do you <\/em>think of the lad?\u201d asks Joseph of Nathan and Celia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI like him,\u201d says Nathan, seeing\nThomas with furrowed brow, the weight of the world upon him. \u201cI don\u2019t really\nknow him yet. But I like him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe\u2019s very nice,\u201d says Celia,\nnodding. \u201cHe was shy around us and mostly wanted to be alone with Delilah, so\nwe didn\u2019t spend much time with him when he was here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe\u2019s a wonderful artist,\u201d says Delilah,\nwishing she<\/em> knew Thomas better than\nshe does, some large part of him withheld from her. \u201cRaul bought his drawing of\nHenri. You\u2019ll see it when you go to dine at Ocelot<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTomorrow,\u201d says Constance, looking\nforward to Raul\u2019s incomparable cuisine. \u201cWe are told that Thomas and Michael\u2019s\nsister Caroline, of whom we only caught the merest glimpse yesterday at the\nfarmhouse, is now the Ocelot<\/em> hostess and<\/em> Raul\u2019s paramour. Quite the conquest\nof Mercy by these Darlings. Such a marvelous last name.\u201d She laughs. \u201cWho wouldn\u2019t\nwant to be a Darling?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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When the sun scatters the rain clouds, Joseph and Constance bid Nathan and Celia and Delilah adieu, pick up sandwiches at the Happy Day Caf\u00e9 & Bakery,<\/em> and go have a picnic at their new home site.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the one-acre clearing in a forest\nof thirty-year-old trees, they walk around on the large square cement\nfoundation and imagine the house they\u2019ll soon be living in here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Overcome by jet lag, Constance seeks\na hug from Joseph. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTell me we did the right thing\ncoming back here,\u201d she says, clinging to her mate. \u201cI\u2019m feeling overwhelmed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe did the right thing,\u201d he says,\nholding her. \u201cIf we change our minds a year from now and want to go back to\nDevon, we will. We\u2019ll have had an adventure and a reunion with our dear\nfriends, built a house, and gotten some good dogs. Nothing will be lost. We\nfollowed our hearts and here we are.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI worry our Delilah has fallen in\nlove because she was ready to fall in love,\u201d says Constance, sighing. \u201cHe\nsounds dreadfully serious. End of the world and all that. She needs a man with\na sense of humor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe knows too much,\u201d says Joseph,\nwho keeps his own doomsday thoughts to himself knowing they upset Constance. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think of her as my daughter,\u201d\nsays Constance, who never wanted children and didn\u2019t really like<\/em> children until she fell in love\nwith fourteen-year-old Delilah and shortly thereafter became a favorite of the\nZiggurat Farm kids. \u201cI know that\u2019s silly, but I do.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot silly at all,\u201d says Joseph, his\neyes full of tears. \u201cI feel the same.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On Sunday, as billowy white clouds over Mercy Bay turn golden at dusk, Constance and Joseph dress in their finest\u2014Joseph in a beautiful blue suit with teal shirt and crimson tie, Constance in a pretty peach dress\u2014and take themselves to the incomparable Ocelot<\/em>, the restaurant of Raul Neves on the headlands in Mercy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lovely Caroline Darling, long-limbed\nand graceful with curly brown hair, greets Constance and Joseph at the entrance\nof the beautiful old Victorian wherein Ocelot<\/em>\noccupies the ground floor\u2014Caroline regally sexy in white dress shirt, black bow\ntie, dangly turquoise earrings, black pants, and red sandals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She seats them at a table with a\nview of Mercy Bay to the south, the largest wall in the room adorned with\nJoseph\u2019s gorgeous painting of the beach at the mouth of the Mercy River as seen\nfrom the headlands, huge waves breaking on the shore. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Settling into her comfortable chair,\nConstance gives Caroline a wide-eyed look and asks, \u201cHow long have you been\nRaul\u2019s hostess?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTwo months now,\u201d says Caroline, her\ndeep voice thrilling to Joseph. \u201cThough every night so far feels like the first.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEnjoying the job?\u201d asks Joseph,\nnodding his thanks as she hands him the day\u2019s menu. \u201cYou seem to.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI do,\u201d she says, laughing. \u201cVery\nmuch.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd you teach the children science,\u201d\nsays Constance, sounding amazed. \u201cHow marvelous.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m a professor of Botany,\u201d says\nCaroline, feeling funny saying so. \u201cOn sabbatical from the University of New\nHampshire, though I am so enthralled with the restaurant I may never go back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe must speak more of everything\nanother time,\u201d says Constance, nodding brightly. \u201cWhen you\u2019re free of these\nshackles we\u2019ll have tea.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh and before you leave us,\u201d says\nJoseph, who has always wondered what it would be like to be with a tall woman, \u201ccan\nyou tell us where the drawing your brother did of Henri is hanging?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll show you,\u201d she says, beckoning\nto them. \u201cNo one is seated in that room yet, so now\u2019s the perfect time.\u201d  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

*<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Joseph startles when he enters the room where Thomas\u2019s large pen and ink sketch framed in gold adorns the wall\u2014Henri wearing a feather headdress and holding his accordion, a tender smile on his face, a few touches of color adding an ineffable potency to the exquisite rendering. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After closely perusing the picture,\nJoseph turns to Constance and Caroline and says, \u201cThis drawing is worthy of\nRembrandt. It is that fine and made of the same genius.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt is rather good, isn\u2019t it?\u201d says\nConstance, coming close to inspect the drawing. \u201cI wonder if he\u2019d like to draw\nme for the author picture of my next book.\u201d She turns to Caroline. \u201cSet in a\nfictitious version of Mercy. Wife of retired\u2014ha\u2014detective a pastry chef in a\nfine restaurant. Dining scenes abound. Tall beautiful hostess entangled with\nhandsome Portuguese chef. That sort of thing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure Thom would love to draw\nyou,\u201d says Caroline, understanding now why Raul said of Constance and Joseph,\n\u201cThey are comic savants who have no idea they are funny.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

fin<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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