been to Millie’s to pick up the food. She doesn’t want any distractions. “Would you like wine?”
“No, thanks,” Carson says. “I’ll have tea.”
Who are you and what have you done with my sister? Willa thinks. A drunk or high or angry or condescending Carson is the only kind of Carson Willa knows how to deal with. Carson acting human, even gracious, isn’t anything Willa was expecting.
“Come out to the back deck,” Willa says. It’s only four steps from the front door of Wee Bit to the back door.
“It cracks me up how small this place is,” Carson says. “But, really, what else do you need?”
“I miss my dishwasher,” Willa says. “And my Peloton. And reliable internet.”
“Yeah, but look at this view.” They step out to the deck. The eelgrass on top of the dunes is swaying in the breeze and they can both hear the pound and the rush of the surf. Willa has become used to the sights and sounds out here, is nearly immune to it, though there are still times when she walks down the deck steps wrapped in a towel on her way to the outdoor shower that she stops to marvel at the ocean or the gulls soaring overhead. Tonight, the sky is awash in golden light, and Willa nearly says something about heaven and her mother like Do you think she can see us? Do you think she’s watching us? But she doesn’t want to sound ridiculous. “I’m happy you have the night off—the sunset is going to be epic.” Willa pauses. “Although I suppose you see the sunset every night at work.”
Carson takes a seat on one of the benches of the picnic table. “Will,” she says. “I got fired.”
Willa inhales. “You did? What happened? When was this?”
“End of July,” Carson says. “I was inappropriate at work.”
“Inappropriate, meaning…”
“I did shots with a customer. I French-kissed a customer. I did cocaine in the bathroom.”
“Carson!” Willa says. “Tell me you’re kidding. Please tell me you’re kidding!”
Carson bows her head. When she looks up, her eyes are like two flashing emeralds. Willa remembers when they were little girls, their father would come into their room in the mornings and say to Carson, “Wake up and show us the jewels.” He never said this to Willa; her eyes are brown.
“Not lying,” Carson says. Her voice is taut and Willa relaxes. There’s going to be a fight, which Willa is prepared for. “I suppose you’re going to judge me now,” Carson says. “Because you’re perfect—by which I mean you’re sheltered and unadventurous, and although you’re three years older than me, I’ve lived a far more exciting life.”
Willa wants to ask more questions about Carson getting fired—getting fired, how mortifying; what is she doing to the family name?—but instead, she cuts to the chase. She pulls the thong out of the pocket of her floor-length prairie skirt (she’s surprised Carson hasn’t yet made a crack about Laura Ingalls Wilder) and places it between them on the picnic table.
“That yours?” Willa asks. She eyes the thong with distaste. It’s a scarlet scrap of lace with a hole in it. Tawdry.
Carson picks it up, pokes a finger through the hole. “What the hell, Will? Did you come home and raid the laundry? What’s going on?”
“What’s going on,” Willa says, “is that Pamela found that in Zach’s pants pocket.”
Understanding sweeps across Carson’s face like passing headlights through a dark house. “It’s not mine.”
“It is so. You just admitted it.”
“I have underwear like that,” Carson says. “But if they were in Zach’s pants pocket, they obviously aren’t mine.” She brings her eyes up to challenge Willa. “Are they?”
“They are,” Willa says. She turns to face the dunes, the ocean. The breeze lifts her hair, stirs the loose material of her skirt. “It’s you. You’re the one who’s sleeping with Zach. The one person I chose to confide in, ironically. He’s forty-two years old, Carson. He’s my sister-in-law’s husband!”
Carson stands and Willa is afraid she’s going to walk out. That would be a very Carson thing to do—drive off without another word. “Don’t run away, you coward!”
“I’m a coward?” Carson says. “You’re the one who married your childhood sweetheart.”
“Don’t change the subject,” Willa says. “I want to hear you admit it. You’re having an affair with Zach.”
Carson says nothing.
“You realize that’s disgusting? And immoral?” Willa steps right up to her sister and lowers her voice. “Mom would be so disappointed in you. You’re dishonoring her, you’re disrespecting me, you’re destroying the family that I’m