Carson screams, “Not everything is about you, Willa!”
Willa slaps Carson hard, right across the face. Carson doesn’t flinch. “You know nothing about what happened with Zach and me,” Carson says, “and if I explained it to you, you still wouldn’t understand. Because you aren’t a human being. You’re a…robot, a housewife robot, whatever those are called. You’re miserable in your life because you can’t grow a baby so you make yourself feel better by judging everyone else.”
“I’m judging you because you’re my sister and you’ve been screwing things up your entire life as a cry for attention and so people would look at you and tell you how pretty you are—”
“Ah,” Carson says. “Now we’re getting to the real issue. You’re jealous of me.”
Again, Willa slaps Carson hard, so hard her hand stings. She can’t believe the fury that overtakes her. She’s trembling; her ears clog, her eyes water. She pulls her hand back to hit Carson again, and Carson grabs Willa by the forearm and pushes her away.
Willa steps backward and her foot gets caught in the hem of her skirt. She tumbles down the deck stairs.
Oh no, she thinks. No.
Vivi
“Go!” Martha says.
Vivi swoops down, both hands in front of her pushing through the membrane. She isn’t able to catch Willa exactly, but she shifts her so that instead of landing hard on the flagstones in front of the outdoor shower, Willa lands in the sand.
Vivi senses a movement in Willa. It’s the baby; he’s jarred for a moment but then he settles back into his bubble.
It’s a he, Vivi thinks, and he’s fine.
Willa is crying, but she rises easily. “You idiot!” she says. “I’m pregnant!”
“Oh my God,” Carson says. “Will!” She helps Willa up the steps to the deck and they sit side by side on the bench, hugging and crying. “I’m sorry, Willie, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” Willa tries to catch her breath. She hit her hip on the step; there will be a bruise. Thank God she landed in the sand. It could have been so much worse.
Carson says, “It’s over between me and Zach. It ended the same night I got fired and I haven’t contacted him since and I haven’t had a drink or a toke or a bump or a pill since then either.”
Willa excuses herself to go to the bathroom. She checks to make sure there’s no bleeding. She looks in the mirror and says, “I’m okay. I’m okay.” Her voice is filled with relief and gratitude and she casts her eyes upward.
Vivi, meanwhile, is a mess. She sobs into Martha’s Hermès scarf, which Martha is generously offering as a handkerchief.
“That was so close,” Vivi says.
“Yes,” Martha says.
“I’m having a grandson.”
“You are.”
“But I failed as a mother,” Vivi says. “My girls…hate each other.” She peers down at Willa and Carson, both now sitting at the picnic table in silence, opening their takeout containers. Peace has been restored, but Vivi knows it’s only temporary. “When Carson was born, I felt so happy that I had given Willa something she would have the rest of her life: a sister.”
Martha sighs. “Being sisters doesn’t mean being best friends for everyone, Vivian.”
“Are you ever going to tell me what happened between you and Maribeth?” Vivi asks. “And how you happen to have all these scarves?”
Martha closes her eyes briefly. “I suppose August is drawing to a close,” she says. “Which means our time together is almost over.”
“No!” Vivi says.
“Yes,” Martha says. She shakes the scarf out and methodically smooths it, then folds it. “Would you like to hear the story?”
Yes, Vivi thinks.
Martha sits on the velvet chaise, props her feet up on the coffee table, and pats the spot next to her. Vivi sits; out the open side of the room, they have a spectacular view of night settling over Nantucket, a navy-blue sky shot through with streaks of brilliant pink. “Maribeth was four years younger than I,” Martha says. “She was, you might say, the Carson to my Willa—not exactly, of course, but close enough. My husband, Archie, was a boy Maribeth and I grew up with in Kalkaska, Michigan, so I am a bit like Willa because he was my first love, my only love. Archie and I both attended the University of Michigan. In my senior year, I received a job offer from FedEx, and after graduation I moved to Memphis. Meanwhile, Archie went to medical school at Michigan. We decided on a long-distance relationship. Well, the