Starry Night

Carrie.
    The table was covered with partially empty serving dishes, and their plates were practically clean when Carrie leaned back in her chair and groaned. “If I swallow another bite I will explode. Oh, Finn, you’re a wonderful chef.”
    Finn basked in her praise although the meal had been a team effort. She’d done a good deal of the preparation work.
    They sat across from each other. “What were your Thanksgivings like as a child?” she asked.
    “Funny you should ask. I was just thinking about that myself.” The memories wrapped themselves around him, warming him. “Mom got up at the crack of dawn and got the turkey in the oven so I woke to the smell of it roasting. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. She’d be busy baking and cooking, and Dad would offer to help.”
    “He would? I don’t picture your dad as someone who would volunteer to help cook.”
    “He wasn’t. To the best of my memory, he only offered at Thanksgiving. I think he was more of a nuisance than anything. I suspect what he wanted was to be close to Mom. Dad’s main job was to peel the potatoes.”
    “What was your job?”
    “To eat the potatoes,” Finn teased.
    Just the way he knew she would, Carrie laughed. “Then, after dinner, Mom would bring out this Nativity set and she’d let me set it up on the fireplace mantel. I still have it.”
    “Do you put it out for Christmas?” she asked.
    If anyone else had asked, he’d deny it, but with Carrie he couldn’t. Everything was different with Carrie.
    “What about Thanksgiving after your mother left?” she asked.
    He shrugged. “It was just Dad and me, and maybe a few of my father’s single friends.”
    “Did you ever leave Alaska?”
    “Why would we?”
    “Vacations?”
    “Alaska has everything I would ever want, but on occasion I did travel. I went to France once, and England. A couple of times I had business meetings in Texas and got a kick out of the lone-star attitude, thinking they’re so big. Minnesota brags about its ten thousand lakes. Do you know how many lakes are in Alaska?”
    “I don’t have a clue.”
    “Over a million.”
    “A million!”
    Finn knew she was impressed just by the way she said it.
    “You were born in Seattle. Do you have any memories of life there?” she asked.
    “None. Mom and Dad moved to Fairbanks when I was a baby. They bought a house there and Dad kept it, but he built a cabin on the tundra as well.”
    “And then you did, too.”
    “My father built that house with his own two hands, and he taught me everything he knew. I was fortunate to learn I could survive on my own in the wilderness if it was ever necessary. Some of those experiences are included in Alone , but I have a lot more stories to tell.”
    Carrie leaned forward and pushed her plate aside. “I don’t see why you refuse to give interviews. It’s not like you’re truly a recluse, and from what I’ve seen you would even be good on television.”
    He sighed and leaned back while he formulated his answer. When the book had first started selling, his publisher had wanted him to do interviews. But Finn hadn’t signed up to have his personal life invaded. He wanted nothing to do with that side of the business. From that point forward, his publisher automatically rejected all interviews and invitations for appearances. All the interest and attention embarrassed him. It wasn’t until reporters started making trips to Fairbanks that he grew irritated and stubborn.
    “The simple answer is that I like my privacy.”
    She mulled that over, and he half expected her to bring up the article she wanted to write. She didn’t, and gradually the tension between his shoulder blades eased. Maybe he could trust her. He certainly wanted to.
    Their conversation drifted to other subjects, and Finn was grateful. He didn’t often talk about his childhood. Carrie’s had been wrapped around happy memories of cousins and family gatherings. Finn hadn’t experienced that and didn’t realize all he’d missed. He enjoyed listening to her stories. If he ever had a family, this was what he would wish for his own children.
    They cleaned the kitchen together, music playing in the background, using any time they were in close proximity to kiss. Hands down, this had been the best Thanksgiving of his life.
    Once they finished with the cleanup, Finn brought out the cribbage board.
    “What are we playing for?” she asked, as she sat down and reached for the deck.
    He shrugged.