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Authors: Lou Aronica

Until Again

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagina-tion or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.

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Copyright © 2011 by The Fiction Studio

Jacket design by Barbara Aronica Buck
Author photo © 2010 by Kim Anderson

Print ISBN-13: 978-1-936558-24-7
E-book ISBN-13: 978-1-936558-25-4

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First Fiction Studio Paperback Printing:
September 2011

Printed in the United States of America

For Danny and Heather Baror, who were there at the
beginning and continue to be there today.

Acknowledgments

I’d like to thank all the readers of
Blue
who graciously wrote me with their good wishes and their interpretations. I loved hearing that the novel spoke to you in some way and I found the various perspectives on what it meant fascinating and illuminating.

Thanks to my children, Molly David, Abigail, and Tigist for their acceptance of the time I spend away from them trying to make books happen.

Special thanks to my wife for looking me in the eye and saying, “You know that you’re going to have to write more about Tamarisk, right?”

Thanks to Shaina Amienyi at National Book Network for navigating me through the endlessly changing digital waters and for her continued good spirits.

Thanks to Barbara Aronica-Buck for her beautiful cover design and for absolutely not being Polly.

Thanks to Monica O’Rourke for her copyediting help.

And thanks to Ben Folds for being the first singer that came to mind.

A Note from the Author

In January 2011, more than six years after I began writing it,
Blue
was published. The experience of letting this work out into the world was unlike anything I’d ever been through before. By the time that book went out, I’d witnessed the publication of more than a dozen of my own books, and as someone who had been in the publishing industry for a very long time, I’d facilitated the publication of thousands. Still,
Blue
felt different from all those other books.
Blue
was different. I’d lived with these characters for so long that they’d taken up permanent residence in my heart. I wanted this book to do well – not only for me, but in some completely irrational way for them as well.

Thankfully, the response to
Blue
was largely positive. One blogger commented in response to a laudatory review that it was a good thing people were liking the novel, as I was so emotionally invested in
Blue
I probably would have hurt myself if readers had uniformly panned it. There was never the risk of my hurting myself, but she was right that I’d been metaphorically holding my breath from the moment I let the novel leave my desk.

One unexpected byproduct of the nice reaction
Blue
received was that people started asking about a follow-up. This took me entirely by surprise. It shouldn’t have, of course. For decades I’ve been helping writers build their careers, and the first thing you always ask authors when you’re putting together a publishing plan is, “What’s coming after this?” Somehow, though, it didn’t dawn on me that anyone might want to read more in this case.

Faced with the question of how I would write another story about Becky, Miea, Chris, and the world of Tamarisk, I realized I wasn’t quite ready to approach a sequel. However, there was a matter in the past – a Moment When Everything Changed – that I wanted to explore. When
Blue
begins, two enormous events have marked the characters indelibly. However, in that novel, I didn’t let readers see how those events had unfolded.

That’s what I’m offering you now in this prequel novella. In most works of fiction, stories come together in the end. This work of fiction, though, is about a story coming apart. For those who have already read
Blue,
I hope this gives you greater insight into how the stage was set for the events that took place there. For those who are coming to the world for the first time, I hope it leaves you wondering where things can go from here.

Regardless, I hope you enjoy it, and as always, I’m very interested in your thoughts and interpretations (so many of you were so kind to write after reading
Blue).
You can reach me at
[email protected]
.

Thank you for getting this far.

Lou Aronica

July 2011

1

Chris had been reading the same page in his book for several minutes now. He’d always been able to drop into the world he was reading about so easily, but this had become a futile exercise over the past couple of weeks. He could only remember being this preoccupied once before in his life, and at the end of the day, that had turned out okay. Was it even remotely possible that he was going to be able to say the same about this at some point in the future? And if so, why couldn’t he feel even a hint of that optimism in his heart?

The clock on the family room wall read a couple of minutes after nine. Polly and he had bought that clock in a craft store in upstate Connecticut while she was pregnant with Becky. She’d scoffed at his wanting to buy something so rustic when all of their furnishings were so refined, but she didn’t protest his decision, and when he put it up in the family room she admitted that the clock had a certain “off-kilter charm.” They hadn’t discussed his taking the clock with him to his new apartment, but he assumed that if he left it behind, it wouldn’t stay on the wall for more than an hour after he was gone. Polly would certainly feel that the clock, like Chris, needed to be tossed out as part of her housecleaning.

“Hey, Beck, it’s bedtime,” he said, glancing over at his ten-year-old daughter who was in the middle of reading her first Ray Bradbury book. A few months ago, Chris had given her his signed hardcover copies of
The Martian Chronicle
and
Dandelion Wine,
telling her how thrilled he’d been to meet the writer at an autographing back in the nineties. The books had sat on a shelf in Becky’s room since then, but surprisingly she’d brought
Dandelion Wine
down for reading hour a couple of nights ago. The sight of his little girl enjoying one of his most precious possessions nearly brought him to tears, but that was hardly an uncommon experience right now. He’d practically misted up over the rice pilaf they’d had with dinner tonight.

Becky looked up at him and then over at the clock. “Yeah,” she said, bookmarking the page and rising from the couch she was sharing with her mother. Chris stood up from his chair as Becky leaned over to hug Polly goodnight.

Polly squeezed her daughter, closing her eyes as she did so. “Have a good night’s sleep, honey. I’ll drive you to school tomorrow so your project doesn’t get smashed.”

“That would be great, thanks. Love you.”

“Love you.”

As Chris crossed Polly’s path on his way up the stairs with Becky, their eyes caught for an instant, and his instinctively narrowed. Then he looked away and followed Becky to the second floor.

As Becky entered her bathroom to brush her teeth, Chris continued on to her room and sat on the bed. He patted the white bedspread. They’d bought it just after Becky’s eighth birthday, when she decided that the butterfly spread that had been on her bed since she was four was now too young for her. She’d surprised Chris by choosing a white-on-white geometrical pattern. Considering the level of imagination expressed nightly on this bed, he would have expected the covering to be more ornate. It certainly was more grown-up. She could probably take the thing to college with her someday and no one would think it was out-of-place. The thought of college made Chris shudder. Another separation he’d rather not think about.

During one of their stiff - but at least in this case not contemptuous – conversations about their split, Polly had suggested Chris not rush to furnish Becky’s room in his new apartment. He’d instantly begun to prepare for war, since nearly all of Polly’s “suggestions” seemed designed to diminish his role in Becky’s life, but he stood down when Polly continued by telling him that she was thinking about getting Becky new bedroom furniture and that this set would be available if that were the case. This was perhaps the most generous thing Polly had said to him in the seventeen days since she’d informed him she wanted a divorce, and he found the gesture momentarily disarming – until he realized its true implication.

“Remember to floss, babe,” he said when he heard her stop brushing. She intoned something back that Chris understood to be, “Doing so now,” spoken with floss between her teeth.

He leaned against the wall abutting Becky’s bed. They’d been enacting some version of this process since she’d been three years old, when Chris had taken sole responsibility for putting Becky to bed. Two years later, the process had taken on the aspect of ritual and had shifted from something Chris did to give Polly a break after a long day to something he looked forward to from the time he got up in the morning.

Now they would have this experience together exactly one night a week. Polly had insisted that Becky spend all school nights in this house, so the only bedtime he would have with his daughter after this weekend would be a Friday or Saturday night. Chris hated the arrangement, but his lawyer and his best friend Lisa had counseled him against contesting it. He’d never been more dubious about taking advice, even though he’d agreed to follow it. If he wasn’t completely certain there would be the emotional equivalent of rocket-propelled grenades involved, Chris would have fought for a fairer joint-custody agreement. That wouldn’t have benefited Becky in any way, though. He would jump in front of a speeding car for her. He guessed that his allowing this metaphorical one to plow him over rather than Becky was proof.

Becky came into the room and sat next to him against the wall. She leaned in his direction, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her toward him and kissing the top of her head.

“So where we left off last night was with the king and queen deciding to go on the diplomatic mission, right?”

“Yeah, they’d just come out of that session with the council where they got all the reports about the sabotage. They really don’t have any choice.”

Chris knew that, just as he knew every detail in the stories they told of Tamarisk, the bedtime-story world they’d created together, but he found the creativity flowed better if they shared a couple of sentences of review before beginning their story for the night.

“The situation with the Thorns is getting tenuous,
huh?”

“Seriously.”

“We’re gonna have to figure out a way to take care of those baddies, aren’t we?”

“It isn’t going to be easy, Dad.”

Chris nodded slowly. “No, no it won’t.” He grinned at her. “It’s a good thing you’re on the side of the good guys. Okay, then, let’s tell it.”

Becky moved herself a little closer, but she stayed silent. She always started the stories, so there was no chance she was waiting for him to begin. Was she having trouble coming up with an idea? That would be a first.

“Dad?” she said at last.

“Yeah, babe?”

“When are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

Chris’s heart tightened. He and Polly had agreed to talk to Becky on Sunday. As much as he hated playing by Polly’s rules, he’d done so to keep things at least moderately civil. More to the point, though, he knew he felt completely ill-equipped to express to Becky what he was feeling without doing her damage. How could he tell her that her mother - was forcing the divorce on him? What would that do to Becky’s feelings about Polly? How could he explain that he’d stopped loving his wife years ago but never would have made this move because he couldn’t bear the thought of not coming home to his daughter every night?

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