filled
with tears。 Frightened that she would make a fool of herself； she
whispered a soft thanks against his cheek in a final hug； pulled away；
and got into her car。 She headed down the sanded road without a look
behind。 Parting was getting harder and harder。
March in Vermont was the time of unlocking； that period during which the
frozen ground gradually yielded one frigid layer after another to the
power of an ever…stronger sun； when the brooks and ponds； rivers and
lakes lost their ice to the rush of the downstream current。 It was a
time of the loud thrashing of formidably cold waters against their
banks。 It was a time of mud。
Anne hadn't expected that when she left New York。 Taking Mitch up on his
offer and using his key； she arrived several days in advance of him。 The
excitement was in being there； in these hills； in Mitch's house。 Nothing
could have kept her away longer。
〃You're going again？〃 her mother had asked in surprise。
Anne was prepared for the question。 She had done her homework。 〃It's
maple…sugaring time。 I wouldn't miss it for the world。〃
Her father had remarked； 〃I wouldn't be surprised if you turned around
and bought that place。 Pretty soon you'll be spending more time there
than you do here。〃
It was an exaggeration； of course。 Still； Ann blushed。 The cottage
already had an owner； a hale and hearty one； who