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Kit Noonans life is stalled: unemployed, twins to support, a mortgage to pay--and a frustrated wife, who is certain that, more than anything else, Kit needs to solve the mystery of his fathers identity. He begins with a visit to his former stepfather, Jasper, a take-no-prisoners Vermont outdoorsman. But it is another person who has kept the secret: Lucinda Burns, wife of a revered senior statesman and mother of Malachy (the journalist who died of AIDS in Glasss first novel, Three Junes). She and her husband are the only ones who know the full story: of an accident whose repercussions spread even further when Jasper introduces Lucinda to Kit. Immersing readers in a panorama that stretches from Vermont to the tip of Cape Cod, Glass weaves together the lives of Kit, Jasper, Lucinda and, ultimately, Fenno McLeod, the beloved protagonist of Three Junes (now in his sixties). An unforgettable novel about the youthful choices that steer our destinies, the necessity of forgiveness, and the surprisingly mutable meaning of family--

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Also by Julia Glass The Widowers Tale I See You Everywhere The Whole World - photo 1
Also by Julia Glass

The Widowers Tale

I See You Everywhere

The Whole World Over

Three Junes

This is a work of fiction Names characters places and incidents either are - photo 2

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2014 by Julia Glass

All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Pantheon Books, a division of Random House LLC, New York, and in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto, Penguin Random House companies.

Pantheon Books and colophon are registered trademarks of Random House LLC.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Glass, Julia, [date]
And the Dark Sacred Night / Julia Glass.
pages cm
ISBN 978-0-307-37793-7 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-0-307-90863-6 (eBook)
1. UnemployedFiction. 2. Family secretsFiction. 3. Birth fathersFiction. 4. New EnglandFiction. 5. Domestic fiction. I. Title. PS3607.L37A83 2014 813.6dc23 2013024331

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S HE SAW HIM THROUGH THE TREES , and she almost turned around. In just eight days, she had come to believe that this wedge of shore, tumbled rock enclosed by thorny juniper and stunted saplings (but lit by the tilting sun at the western side of the lake) was her secret. Each afternoon, it became her refugejust one brief measure, a piacere, of solitudefrom another attenuated day of rehearse, practice, and practice even more; of master classes and Popper tudes, hour after hour of Saint-Sans and Debussy; of walking over plush lawns, passing adults who spoke zealously, even angrily, in German and Russian; of waking and going to sleep in a room shared with three other girls.

Not that this life wasnt precisely, incandescently, what she had craved, dreamed about, most of all worked for. How funny that all this discipline and deprivation rewarded Daphne with the headiest freedom she had ever known: freedom, to begin with, from her mothers vigilance and her brothers condescension, from another summer mixing paints and copying keys in her fathers hardware store.

During Afternoon Rest, some campers retreated to their rooms to write letters or take naps. When the rooms were too hot to stand, they spread beach towels under the estates monumental treesor on the sliver of sandy beach. Others loitered at Le Manoir, though nobody called it that. They called it HQ. There was a games lounge with a moth-eaten billiards table; you could play Monopoly, backgammon, chess. They took turns using the pay phones on the porch.

But Daphne came here: sometimes just to sit, sometimes read, more often to gaze at the water and let herself wonder at well, at the hereness of here. To reassure herself that it was real. To be alone.

Except that today she wasnt.

Malachy, first flute, sat on her favorite rock facing the lake. She recognized him right away, because just that day, standing behind him in the lunch line, she happened to notice the distinctive swallowtail of his tame brown hair as it forked to either side of his narrow neck. (His close haircut seemed almost affected; most of the boys had mussed-up manes, Paul McCartney hair.) His posture, typical of flautists, was upright, attentive. He wore his T-shirts tucked into the belted waist of loose khaki shorts. And like his hair, his shirts were defiantly square: no slogans, tie-dyed sunbursts, silhouettes of shaggy rock stars, or sly allusions to other music camps. That day his T-shirt was orange.

What, not practicing? she said.

He did not jump, nor did he stand. Waiting till she stood beside him, he looked up and said, If it isnt the swan herself, come to test the waters.

Daphnes swimsuit was a navy-blue one-piece chosen by her mother. She wore shorts as well, book and towel clasped against her chest, yet she blushed.

You dont suppose, he said, that Generalissima has spies in these woods? Ive heard theres a flogging room in the cellar of HQ.

Daphne laughed.

Not kidding, he said.

Yes you are.

Malachys prim expression broke. Pretty martial around here, dont you think? And can you believe all the Iron Curtain accents?

What did you expect, the cast of Captain Kangaroo?

This made him laugh. Maybe Hogans Heroes.

You mean, we should dig a tunnel and escape?

We could steal those little mallets Dorian uses to play his glockenspiel. Malachy had swiveled to face her. He sat cross-legged, his calves pale and sparsely freckled, his bare feet long and bony.

He shaded his eyes. Sit, or Ill go blind. And then I wont be able to see my music, and my brilliant symphonic career will flash before my irradiated eyeballs.

She unrolled her towel and sat, facing him. He had no book or other obvious diversion. Was he there to meet someone? What a perfect place for a private meeting.

So are you aware, said Malachy, that Rhonda would pay me a nice reward to drown you here and now?

Daphne laughed nervously. She and Malachy played together in Chamber One; Rhonda was her counterpart, a cellist in Chamber Two. Openly and cheerfully competitive, shed announced at their first dinner that anyone assigned the swan solo in the Saint-Sans was clearly the directors pet. (Daphne might say the same of Malachy, chosen to play Volire.)

I just got lucky, said Daphne.

No false modesty allowed, said Malachy. They decided our parts based on our auditions. Nothing here happens by accident. You know that.

I guess. She didnt like talking about the ranking they all deplored yet knew had to be a part of their lives forever if they wanted to succeed. So are you from one of those musical families where everybody plays something different?

He smirked. Like the Jackson Five? Theres a picture to savor. No, Im it. The one who got whatever genetic mutation makes our subspecies behave the way we do. My brother and sister see me as the weirdo. The family fruitcake. Which is a huge relief to them. They get to be the normal ones.

So maybe Ive got it, too. The mutation. Mom plays piano, but Christmas carols. Hymns. She subs for the church organist. Actually, Im not sure how I got into this place.

Give it up, Swan. Theyve got their eye on you here. I saw our taskmistress smile yesterday in the middle of your solo. For about a tenth of a second. I didnt think she had those muscles in her cheeks. Natalya Skovoroda, the conductor of Chamber One, was Ukrainian, with a dense, porridgelike accent. Her facea prime object, morning after morning, of Daphnes most devoted concentrationwas as round and pale as a dinner plate, mesmerizingly smooth for someone who scowled so much. Beneath that scowl, Daphne and her fellow musicians had grown close to one another quickly, like a band of miscellaneous hostages.

Malachy leaned toward Daphne. You have that cello stripped naked.

Is that a compliment? Because he sat almost directly behind her during morning rehearsal, she hardly ever saw his face. It was long and serious, his eyes a frosty blue that made him look all-seeing, older in a way that was spooky but cool. Across his nosenarrow like the rest of hima scant dash of freckles stood out sharply, distinct as granules of pepper.

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