The Lighthouse Road(45)

"It's a strange time to be launching her, isn't it?"



"Something's come up."



Mayfair sat back in his chair, looked over the tops of his glasses, and said, "All right. I'm listening."



"I'm leaving town."



" Where are you going?"



"I can't say."



Now Mayfair removed his glasses. "How long will you be gone?"



"That I don't know."



"Are you in trouble, son?"



"A kind of trouble, I suppose."



"Trouble with the law? Something I don't know about?"



"Nothing like that, no."



"All right."



Odd sat up in the chair. "I need to know what I've got with my fish house and the farm."



"You mean what it's worth? How much equity?"



"That's what I'm wondering."



Mayfair nodded sagely. "I see. Well. Roughly speaking, taken together, your holdings are worth some four or five thousand dollars, I suppose. Are you looking to sell?"



"Not now. Dan Riverfish is going to squat in the fish house until I figure things out. I'd like to make it so anything needs doing, Dan's in charge."



"It sounds like you're talking about power of attorney. What about Hosea? Why not leave Mister Grimm control?"



Odd arched his eyebrows the way Danny always did. He couldn't help but smile. "I don't think Hosea's gonna be happy about my leaving."



"Odd, you're being cagey."



"I don't mean to be. It's just complicated."



"If you insist on making Daniel Riverfish your attorney-in-fact, that's easy enough to do. And of course, I've always got your best interests at heart."



"I've never doubted that for one minute."



The magistrate pulled open one of his desk drawers and withdrew a piece of letterhead. "I gather that time is of the essence?"



"It is."



He took a fountain pen from another desk drawer and put his glasses back on and began writing. He spoke as he wrote. "This letter declares that Daniel Riverfish is your attorney-in-fact and as such able to conduct legal and fiduciary matters on your behalf. It takes for granted Mister Riverfish's willingness to act as such. It will expire in one year, at which time you'll need to renew the agreement." He fin ished writing and slid the letter across his desk, offered Odd the pen. "Sign across the bottom."



Odd did so without reading the letter. He slid it back across the desk. "Let's say something happened to me, would my property go to Danny?"



"No. Nor would he be able to execute your estate. The power of attorney terminates upon the death of the principal. If you want your estate to go to Mister Riverfish, we'd need to write a will and testament. Do you wish to make Riverfish your beneficiary?"



"No. Anything happens to me, I'd like everything to go to Rebekah."



Again Mayfair took off his glasses. "Mister Eide, I'd be remiss if I didn't ask if there's something I can do. You have my confidence, you understand?"



"I appreciate it, but no help's needed, not beyond what we're writing up here."



Mayfair took a long, deep breath, withdrew another piece of letterhead from the drawer, and wrote Odd's will.



After Odd signed the will the two men stood and walked together outside. The town was hushed, the harbor water bristling. It was too warm for the end of November. Odd thought of the weather as cautionary.



Mayfair put his hand on Odd's shoulder.



"Sometimes I look at this place and wonder why I don't leave myself," he said.



"This town would fall into the water if you left."



"Aw, hell, don't tell an old man stories. I've heard them all."



They walked down the steps and stood on the Lighthouse Road. Mayfair said, "I still remember the day your mother landed here. She came walking up that road the prettiest thing this town ever saw. Could have been carried away by any old breeze, she was so lithesome, but my goodness. Even Missus Mayfair said so." Curtis turned and looked the opposite direction, toward the apothecary. "Was Hosea that took her in. Was Hosea that found her a life here. Hell, was Hosea that brought you into the world. Just remember that."



"With all due respect, was my mother that did the bringing. Besides, since when are you in the Saint Hosea Society?"



"Listen, Odd. I know Hosea's got his eccentricities. We all do. But that man raised his daughter without help. He as much as raised you."



Curtis Mayfair led Odd to the railing on the other side of the Lighthouse Road. They stood there on the water's edge. " Hosea Grimm arrived on the first boat in the spring of ninety-three. He stood over there on the beach with his hand shielding the sun, watching the tender go. He was wearing orange jodhpurs and knee-high boots, one of his damn hats. He looked even then like both a clown and a high prince. He gives us folks watching from here a wave, then gets to work. Raised a big canvas tent, gathered firewood, hung his foodstuffs in a tree. He dug two fire pits, fashioned a rotisserie of green spruce limbs over one of them, built a strange cairn five feet tall that looked for all the world like some troll's quaint hovel over the second. In two hours he had a campsite that would last the season.