Elin Hilderbrand - 28 Summers

Contents

About the Author

Also by Elin Hilderbrand

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Prologue: Fifties

Summer #28: 2020

Part One: Twenties

Summer #1: 1993

Summer #2: 1994

Summer #3: 1995

Summer #4: 1996

Summer #5: 1997

Summer #6: 1998

Summer #7: 1999

Summer #8: 2000

Part Two: Thirties

Summer #9: 2001

Summer #10: 2002

Summer #11: 2003

Summer #12: 2004

Summer #13: 2005

Summer #14: 2006

Summer #15: 2007

Summer #16: 2008

Summer #17: 2009

Summer #18: 2010

Part Three: Forties

Summer #19: 2011

Summer #20: 2012

Summer #21: 2013

Summer #22: 2014

Summer #23: 2015

Summer #24: 2016

Summer #25: 2017

Summer #26: 2018

Summer #27: 2019

Summer #28: 2020

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Elin Hilderbrand first discovered the magic of Nantucket in July 1993. Her list of favorite things includes barre class, writing at the beach, cooking for her three nearly grown kids, and singing Home Sweet Home at the Club Car piano bar. 28 Summers is her twenty-fifth novel.

Also by Elin Hilderbrand

The Beach Club

Nantucket Nights

Summer People

The Blue Bistro

The Love Season

Barefoot

A Summer Affair

The Castaways

The Island

Silver Girl

Summerland

Beautiful Day

The Matchmaker

Winter Street

The Rumor

Winter Stroll

Heres to Us

Winter Storms

The Identicals

Winter Solstice

The Perfect Couple

Winter in Paradise

Summer of 69

What Happens in Paradise

28 SUMMERS

Elin Hilderbrand

www.hodder.co.uk

First published in the USA in 2020 by Little, Brown and Company

A division of Hachette Book Group, Inc.

First published in Great Britain in 2020 by Hodder & Stoughton

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Copyright Elin Hilderbrand 2020

The right of Elin Hilderbrand to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

All rights reserved.

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All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely Coincidental.

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In memory of

Dorothea Benton Frank

(19512019)

I love you, Dottie. And I miss you.

Prologue

Fifties

Summer #28: 2020

What are we talking about in 2020? Kobe Bryant,Covid-19, social distancing, Zoom, TikTok, Navarro cheerleading, and The presidential election. A country divided. Opinions on both sides. Its everywhere: on the news, on the late-night shows, in the papers, online, online, online, in cocktail-party conversations, on college campuses, in airports, in line at Starbucks, around the bar at Margaritaville, at the gym (the guy who uses the treadmill at six a.m. sets TV number four to Fox News; the woman who comes in at seven a.m. immediately switches it to MSNBC). Kids stop speaking to parents over it; couples divorce; neighbors feud; consumers boycott; employees quit. Some feel fortunate to be alive at such an exciting time; they turn up the volume, become junkies. Others are sick of it; they press the mute button, they disengage. If one more person asks if theyre registered to vote

Turns out, theres a story this year that no one has heard yet. Its a story that started twenty-eight summers earlier and that only nowin the summer of 2020, on an island thirty miles off the coastis coming to an end.

The end. Under the circumstances, this feels like the only place to start.

Mallory Blessing tells her son, Link: Theres an envelope in the third drawer of the desk. On the left. The one that sticks. They all stick, Link thinks. His mothers cottage sits on a strip of land between ocean and pond; thats the good news. The bad news ishumidity. This is a home where doors dont close properly and towels never dry and if you open a bag of chips, you better eat them all in one sitting because theyll be stale within the hour. Link struggles with the drawer. He has to lift it up and wiggle it side to side in order to get it open.

He sees the envelope alone in the drawer. Written on the front: Please call.

Link is confused. This isnt what he expected. What he expected was his mothers will or a sappy letter filled with sage advice or instructions for her memorial service.

Link opens the envelope. Inside is one thin strip of paper. No name, just a number.

What am I supposed to do with this? he wonders.

Please call.

Okay, Link thinks. But who will answer? And what is Link supposed to say?

He would ask his mother, but her eyes are closed. She has fallen back to sleep.

Link walks out the back door of the cottage and along the sandy road that runs beside Miacomet Pond. Its June on Nantucketsunny and sixty-seven degrees, so the nights and early mornings are still chilly, although the irises are blooming among the reeds and theres a pair of swans on the flat blue mirror of the pond.

Swans mate for life, Link thinks. This has always made them seem morally superior to other birds, although somewhere he read that swans cheat. He hopes that was an internet hoax.

Like most kids who were born and raised on this island, hes guilty of taking the scenery for granted. Link has also been guilty of taking his mother for granted, and now shes dying at the age of fifty-one. The melanoma has metastasized to her brain; shes blind in one eye. Her hospice care will start in the morning.

Link broke down crying when Dr. Symon talked to him, then again when he called Nantucket Hospice.

The RN case manager, Sabina, had a soothing manner. She encouraged Link to be present in each moment with his mother through her transition. This was in response to Link confessing that he didnt know what he was going to do without her.

Im only nineteen, he said.

Worry about later, later, Sabina said. Your job now is to be with your mother. Let her feel your love. Shell take it with her where shes going.

Link punches the number on the strip of paper into his phone. Its an unfamiliar area codenotably not 206, Seattle, where his father lives. He cant imagine who this is. Links grandparents are dead, and his uncle Cooper lives in DC. Coop and his wife, Amy, are splitting; its his uncles fifth divorce. Last week, when Mallory still had moments of clarity and humor, she said, Coop gets married and divorced the way most people eat Triscuits. Coop has offered to come up when it gets to be too much for Link to handle alone. This will be soon, maybe even tomorrow.

Does his mother have any other friends off-island? She stopped speaking to Leland when Link was in high school. Shes dead to me.

Maybe this is Lelands new number. That would make sense; they should make peace before the end.