“I see,” says Marion, uncertain how to elaborate. For a moment, she thinks to be grateful, though that would mean betraying her own nebulous involvement with Jack’s life. Likewise, feigning ignorance would not do, not when his popularity has supplanted all notions at a private life; everyone and their mother would have been familiar with news of the musician’s relapse. The words tick in her head like the strikings of a pendulum, measured and persistent. In the end, she settles with a safe, if a little vague, promise: “Well, if you need any help navigating the island, I’m around.” Marion remarks, casting the other with what she hopes is a reassuring smile.
Grocery bag in hand, she walks towards the exit doors and gestures for Amelia to walk alongside her. “It’s… same old, same old, actually,” she says, rolling her shoulders, “I guess it’s mostly been quiet.” It isn’t entirely a lie — the past decade had been spent alone, and more often than not, her solitude had also translated into loneliness. Never one to dwell on her growing pains, however, she redirects the conversation back to her former sister-in-law. “Won’t that be too expensive, though? Traveling coast-to-coast every weekend?” Marion asks, curious. “Not to mention how exhausted you’d get, too.” She clears her throat as she realizes how intrusive her questions had become, herself glaringly intimate and overfamiliar despite years spent in radio silence. “Sorry, I know it’s not in my place to ask. I was just…” she purses her lips, “…I’m curious, I guess.”
Amelia smiled at Marion as she let her know that she would help navigate around the island if she wanted it. That was already a pleasant opinion, although it was definitely something that she would have to think about, considering the fact that she hadn’t seen Marion in all this time. “Thank you, I will keep that in mind,” she said to the blonde woman with her. She followed the other outside, walking next to her as they strolled down the sidewalk.
Apparently not much had changed for Marion in the years that they had not seen each other. The smile on Amelia’s lips would not disappear and nodded slowly as she mentioned that it had been quiet. “I guess that’s what this island does? It is so much more quiet here than in the big cities.” It was something that Amelia liked about this and liked about Manchester-on-the-Sea where she had been living before Catalina. She loved Boston, where she had been born, but the move to the small town had been a good move for her.
Quickly the subject was moved back to her own person and Amelia raised an eyebrow at the comment that Marion made about the expenses that must be high. The woman was right, it was indeed not her place to ask about how they were going to do that. “We got it sorted, don’t worry about that,” was all that Amelia had to say, the smile had disappeared from her face. If it had been Jack who had asked this, she had definitely elaborated more about the financial side of it all. But this was Marion, who she hadn’t spoken to in years. The woman she had considered her family but suddenly was gone. Sure, she was right. It was going to be tiresome for her to do the travelling, so it would be for Seth. Diana was probably still the ball of excitement she always was. But if it meant that she would be able to see her daughter as much as possible, then that was something that she was going to do. “I bet that you can understand that it is worth it for family.”
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