“That’s a wonderful piece honey, it reads like poetry,” She put the magazine on the coffee table.
“Thanks… the poet laureate of Conset Bay,” Morgan said smiling.
“Well finish your coffee and we’ll take Dylan down to the water.”
“Shuwa,” said Olivia, feigning a New York accent and smiling like an Armstrong pinup.
Morgan put a copy of the magazine into his filing cabinet and noticed a yellowed note stuck against the inside of the drawer. He went cold.
Olivia moved closer, noticing the change in his disposition.
“What is it honey?”
Morgan handed her the note.
“I think I’ve mentioned Psalm.”
“Yeah he… your old friend from the islands, right?”
She read out loud,
“I’m sorry, I just can’t,
I killed them”
“Aristotle told me… Psalm had gone to some sort of ‘love-in’ with his wife and their daughter. There was a lot of stuff going around, you know, it was like 1970, the height of psychedelia. On the way home he crashed his car, killing his wife and daughter.”
“Oh no Morgan… that’s why…”
“Yeah… and he did a lot of acid after that.”
Images of Vietnam and Woodstock flashed into Morgan’s mind. He then saw his Uncle Norman as his father described him, and finally Uncle Jack in his dress blues.
The phone rang. Morgan walked to the coffee table where the phone was sitting next to a copy of SEA. On it’s cover it read “Melville’s Ghost” by Morgan Blake. He picked up the phone and Olivia picked up the other line.
“Morgan, it’s your father.”
Morgan smiled and breathed.
“Hey dad, it’s been a while.”
“A few years.”
“Well your mom prevailed on me…”
“She’s good and we’re good. I’ll understand if you’re still angry with me and…”
“Angry? I’ve been hoping for this. I’m glad you called. I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to…”
“It was my move,” William interrupted, “Your mom saw your article in that magazine and I called the office.”
“You know dad, it’s ok. We’re ‘baptizing’ our boy today.”
“Another Blake,” William said excitedly.
“Yeah, the name goes on.”
“We’re only a few of hours away. Had to get back to the East.”
“Go ahead Morgan.”
“Thanks for everything you did before I ever knew that you were doing anything for me. I know you did your best.”
“I, Morgan, I…” William’s voice trailed off and Morgan knew he was crying.
“I’m ok with everything dad.”
“Can we get together soon? Your mother would love to see you… and I would too kid.”
“Door’s always open.”
“What’s my grandson’s name?”
“After Dylan Thomas.” William finished, “perfect.”
“We’re in Conset Bay dad, had to get away.”
“I know about getting away.”
“I guess you do.”
“I’m not trying to get away from myself anymore.”
“Well good, your grandson’s going to want to have you around, all of you.”
“When will we see you?”
“Next week is Thanksgiving and Livy’s mother will be here. Why don’t you and mom come then? Just call when you get to the island.”
“Fantastic Morgan… we’ll look forward to it”
“Perfect… I love you dad.”
“I love you too Morgan.”
“Tell mom I’ll talk to her then.”
“See ya soon.”
“Yeah, see ya kid.”