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Elin Hilderbrand - The Matchmaker

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A touching new novel from bestselling author Elin Hilderbrand in which a woman sets out to find love for those closest to her before its too late. 48-year-old Nantucketer Dabney Kimball Beech has always had a gift for matchmaking. Some call her ability mystical, while others like her husband, celebrated economist John Boxmiller Beech, and her daughter, Agnes, who is clearly engaged to the wrong man call it meddlesome, but theres no arguing with her results: With 42 happy couples to her credit and all of them still together, Dabney has never been wrong about romance. Never, that is, except in the case of herself and Clendenin Hughes, the green-eyed boy who took her heart with him long ago when he left the island to pursue his dream of becoming a journalist. Now, after spending 27 years on the other side of the world, Clen is back on Nantucket, and Dabney has never felt so confused, or so alive. But when tragedy threatens her own second chance, Dabney must face the choices shes made and share painful secrets with her family. Determined to make use of her gift before its too late, she sets out to find perfect matches for those she loves most. The Matchmaker is a heartbreaking story about losing and finding love, even as youre running out of time.

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Elin Hilderbrand

The Matchmaker

2014

To my North, my South, my East, and my West:

Rebecca Bartlett

Deborah Briggs

Wendy Hudson

Wendy Rouillard

And ever the needle on the compass:

Elizabeth Almodobar

Part 1

Dabney

Dabney couldnt believe it. She blinked twice, thinking she no longer had the eyes of a girl or even a young woman, thinking she hadnt been feeling well lately, and was this a trick of her mind? Twenty-seven years later? Subject line: Hello.

Dabney Kimball Beech, who had served as the director of the Nantucket Island Chamber of Commerce for twenty-two years, was in her second-floor office, overlooking historic, cobblestoned Main Street. It was late April, the Friday morning of Daffodil Weekend, Dabneys second-most-important weekend of the year, and the forecast was a springtime fantasy. It was sixty degrees and sunny today and would be sixty-four and sunny on Saturday and Sunday.

Dabney had just checked the weather for the fifth time that day, the five thousandth time that week (the year before, Daffodil Weekend had been ruined by a late-season snowstorm), when the e-mail from Clendenin Hughes appeared in her in-box.

Subject line: Hello.

Oh my God, Dabney said.

Dabney never swore, and rarely took the Lords name in vain (thanks to cayenne pepper administered to her ten-year-old tongue by her devoutly Catholic grandmother for saying the word jeez). That she did so now was enough to get the attention of Nina Mobley, Dabneys assistant for eighteen of the past twenty-two years.

What? Nina said. Whats wrong?

Nothing, Dabney said quickly. Nina Mobley was Dabneys closest friend, but Dabney could never tell her that an e-mail from Clendenin Hughes had just popped onto her screen.

Dabney gnawed on one of her pearls, as was her habit when she was deeply concentrating, and now she nearly bit clear through it. She was aware that millions of people across the world were receiving e-mails at that moment, a good percentage of them probably upsetting, a smaller but still substantial percentage probably shocking. But she wondered if anyone anywhere on the planet was receiving an e-mail as upsetting and shocking as this one.

She stared at the screen, blinked, clenched the pearl between her teeth. It was grainy, which was how one judged authenticity. Hello. Hello? Not a word for twenty-seven years-and then this. An e-mail at work. Hello. When Clen had left for Thailand, e-mail hadnt existed. How had he gotten her address? Dabney laughed. He was a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist; finding her e-mail address wouldnt have presented much of a challenge.

Hello.

Dabneys finger tapped the mouse lightly, a tease. Would she open the e-mail? What would it say? What could it possibly say after twenty-seven years of silence?

Hello.

Dabney could not open the e-mail. She, who never smoked and rarely drank hard liquor, wanted a cigarette and a shot of bourbon. The only thing that would have stunned her more than this was an e-mail from her mother.

Her mother was dead.

Hello.

Dabney felt like she was being electrocuted right down to her bone marrow.

Nina was at her own computer, sucking on her gold cross, a bad habit that had traveled by osmosis across the four feet between their desks.

Nina said, Dabney, really, what is it?

Dabney let her pearls fall from her mouth; they thumped against her chest like they were made of lead. She had not been feeling right for weeks, maybe as long as a month, and now her body was really going haywire. The e-mail from Clendenin Hughes.

Dabney forced a smile at Nina. The weather this weekend is going to be perfect! she said. We are going to have guaranteed sun.

After last year, Nina said, we deserve it.

Dabney said, Im going to run to the pharmacy for a frappe. Do you want anything?

Nina furrowed her brow. Frappe? She glanced at the wall calendar, theirs each year courtesy of Nantucket Auto Body. Is it that time of the month again already?

Dabney wished she werent so predictable, but of course predictability was her trademark. She got a frappe only once a month, the day before her period was due, which was still ten days off.

I just feel like it today for some reason, Dabney said. Do you want anything?

No, thank you, Nina said. She gave Dabney an extra beat of her attention. You okay?

Dabney swallowed. Im fine, she said.

Outside, the atmosphere was festive. After four cold, punishing months, spring had arrived on Nantucket. Main Street was teeming with people wearing yellow. Dabney spied the Levinsons (Couple #28), whom she had introduced ten years earlier. Larry had been a widower with twins at Yale and Stanford, Marguerite a never-married headmistress at a prestigious girls boarding school. Larry wore a yellow cashmere sweater and a pair of kelly-green corduroy pants, and Marguerite was in a yellow poplin blazer; she held the leash of their golden retriever, Uncle Frank. Dabney adored all dogs, and especially Uncle Frank, and Larry and Marguerite were one of her couples, married only because she had introduced them. Dabney knew she should stop and talk; she should rub Uncle Frank under the muzzle until he sang for her. But she couldnt fake it right now. She crossed the street to Nantucket Pharmacy, but did not go inside. She headed down Main Street, through the A &P parking lot, to the Straight Wharf. At the end of the Straight Wharf, she gazed at the harbor. There was Jack Copper, working on his charter fishing boat; in another few weeks, summer would arrive in all its crazy glory. Jack waved, and Dabney, of course, waved back. She knew everyone on this island, but there was no one in the world she could tell about this e-mail. It was Dabneys to grapple with alone.

Hello.

Dabney could see the Steamship, low in the water, rounding Brant Point. In the next hour, the Chamber office would be inundated with visitors, and Dabney had left Nina all alone. Furthermore, she had left the office without signing out on the log, which was the one thing Vaughan Oglethorpe, president of the board of directors of the Chamber, absolutely required. Dabney needed to turn around right this second and go back to the office and do the job that she had been doing perfectly for the past two decades.

Subject line: Hello.

Three hours later, she opened it. She hadnt planned on opening it at all, but the urge to do so mounted until it was physically painful. Dabneys back and lower abdomen ached; knowledge of this e-mail was tearing her up inside.

Dear Dabney,

I wanted to let you know that I am on my way back to Nantucket for an indefinite period of time. I suffered a pretty serious loss about six months ago, and Ive been slow recovering from it. Furthermore, its monsoon season, and my enthusiasm for writing about this part of the world has dwindled. Ive given the Times my notice. I never did get assigned to the Singapore desk. I was close several years ago, but-as ever-I pissed off the wrong person simply by speaking my mind. Singapore will remain a dream deferred. (Big sigh.) Ive decided that the best thing is for me to come home.

I have respected your long-ago mandate to never contact [you] again. More than a quarter century has passed, Cupe. I hope that never has an expiration date and that you will forgive me this e-mail. I didnt want to show up on the island without giving you advance warning, and I didnt want you to hear the news from anyone else. I will be caretaking the house of Trevor and Anna Jones, 436 Polpis Road, living in their guest cottage.

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