EPILOGUE
... and they all lived happily ever after.
A year later, as Lucy poured herself a cup of punch at the dedication of the newly completed Julia Ward Howe Tilley wing of the library, the awful night of the Valentines Day blizzard had already receded into the distant past. The reconstruction had gone smoothly, and standing in the rebuilt childrens room, she found it hard to believe she had stood in the snow last winter and watched it collapse into a heap of rubble.
Once again there were sparkling windows and fresh, clean carpeting; the child-sized chairs and low bookshelves had all been replaced. In addition, several computer stations now provided access to the larger world beyond Tinkers Cove. And high above them, Lucy knew, strong steel beams properly supported the roof that provided protection from rain and snow and cold.
It would all be perfect, she thought, except for one thing: Josiahs Tankard was still missing from its glass case in the vestibule.
But this was no time to dwell on the negative, thought Lucy, taking a sip of punch and looking about at the crowded library. Today was a day of celebration, and apparently nobody had wanted to miss it. In addition to the board members Lucy spotted many familiar faces: Barney had planted himself in a corner and was chewing the fat with the fire chief; Ted Stillings was snapping pictures and getting quotes for The Pennysaver from the librarian, Eunice Sparks; and both Edna and Edith Withers had come, enlivening the scene with their matching pink and orange plaid pantsuits. Juanita and a group of mothers had gathered in a circle, chatting and bouncing toddlers on their hips.
Lucy, lets check out the food, invited Sue, leading the way to the buffet table. I hear Corney has gone all out.
Lucy had to agree. The long table was filled with platters of tiny cakes and sandwiches; there were mounds of fruit topped with strawberries dipped in chocolate, and plates heaped with cookies for the children. Menus, hand written in calligraphy, were placed at each end of the table.
This Aunt Fannies salmon spread is pretty good, admitted Sue, peering at the menu. I wonder where she got the recipe?
Corney beamed at her from her spot behind the table; these days she was only too happy to share the credit. Its in the Fannie Farmer cookbook, she crowed. I got the idea from Lucyshe told me how she always called the book Aunt Fannie because it made her feel she had a helper in the kitchen. She bent closer. In order to settle that awful lawsuit I agreed to provide attribution for my recipes and this seemed like a charming way to do it, dont you think?
I guess, said Sue, reaching for another sandwich.
Theres more to creating good food than a recipe, anyway, said Lucy. Its the ingredients you choose, and the care you take in combining them.
I couldnt agree more, said Corney, holding out a plate. Try these cheese puffs.
Mmm, said Lucy, reaching for another. Terrific. Today Im forgetting about calories.
Noticing a buzz of activity near the doorway, Lucy and Sue made their way through the crowd. Reaching the circulation desk, they found a pink and beaming Miss Tilley surrounded by a group of her cronies. She was waving a letter.
I just got it todayits from Lu Asquithshes arranged to purchase Josiahs Tankard and is presenting it to the library!
But how can she do that? asked Dot Kirwan, who was always up to date on the gossip thanks to her job at the IGA. Last I heard, the bank was taking the house. She was going to move in with her sister in Florida until Gerald gets out of jail next year.
She was, nodded Miss Tilley. In fact, she was packing to go. She was going through Geralds things, deciding what to keep and what to give away, and she found a Lotto ticket. Theyre good for a year, you know, so she took it to the Quik-Stop. They punched it into the machine and you know what? Miss Tilley paused, enjoying keeping everyone in suspense. It was worth two million dollars!
For a moment the room was silent, then there was an explosion of voices.
Wow, said Sue. Thats some lucky lady.
Yeah, nodded Lucy. But its kind of awful in a way. Just think how different things might have been for Gerald. I wonder if he just forgot it or...
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a spoon tapping against a glass.
Its time to get started, began Chuck. I promise I wont keep you from those delicious refreshments for long. But as chairman of the library board I need to acknowledge some very hard-working people. As you all know, we suffered a terrible blow last February when the original addition collapsed. Rebuilding would not have been possible without the cooperation of the Megunticook Insurance Company, and I especially want to thank Henry Howe, the vice president in charge of claims, for his guidance and understanding.
He paused, indicating a gray-haired man in a suit, and there was a polite round of applause.
A very big thank you is also due to librarian Eunice Sparks, who managed to keep the library up and running throughout this difficult period.
Eunice bobbed her head and was greeted with smiles and more applause.
I also want to thank our new board members, who werent afraid to take on a challenge that sometimes seemed overwhelming: Juanita Orenstein, the Reverend Clive Macintosh, and Jack Mulroney from the Tinkers Cove Savings Bank.
He paused again, and there was another round of applause.
And, of course, great thanks is due to the faithful board members who held firm and did not flee from adversity: Lucy Stone and my lovely wife, Corney Clarke Canaday, who is responsible for the wonderful refreshments we are all enjoying today.
This was met with an enthusiastic outburst of clapping and even a few whistles from the men gathered in the corner, but Chuck held up his hand, asking for quiet.
Finally, it is time to acknowledge the person who has given the most to the library throughout the years and the person in whose honor we are dedicating this fine new addition: Miss Julia Ward Howe Tilley. To commemorate this occasion I have a plaque to present to Miss Titleywhere are you?
There was a hush as Miss Tilley came forward, moving slowly and leaning on Rachels arm. When she finally reached the front of the room, Chuck had to swallow hard before he could continue.