Summer in Eclipse Bay

and was able to make out the features of a man with the thin shoulders that often accompanied age. There was a certain self-confident, almost rakish quality to the tilt of the man's head. The viewer got the impression that at one time the senior Seaton had been a good-looking man and knew it.
    "Sixty years is quite a marriage," she said. "No one in my family ever managed to stay together that long."
    "Mom told me once that Granddad ran around a bit in his younger days. But Grandmother pretended not to know about his little escapades."
    "Your grandfather had his affairs right here in town?"
    "I guess so. He lived here all of his life and didn't do any traveling to speak of."
    She shuddered. "Must have been hard on your grandmother."
    "I'm sure it was. She's got a lot of pride in the Seaton name."
    "Marriages are always mysterious when viewed from the outside." She turned away from the painting. "I'd love to give you a show, Jeremy. But as I explained, to be important to your career, it would have to be held at the Portland gallery, not here in Eclipse Bay."
    "I know. Eclipse Bay isn't exactly on the art world's radar screen."
    "No, and I'm afraid that I'm booked solid in the city. I've got shows scheduled every month until the end of summer there and then I plan to sell both galleries."
    "I understand," he said.
    "But I can certainly hang a couple of your pictures in my gallery here in town and see if they sell. I have a hunch they will. You've got a real commercial talent. What do you say?"
    "I'll go with your intuition. You've got the eye, at least when it comes to art."
    "Meaning that I don't have it when it comes to other things?"
    "Okay, okay, I admit that I have some strong reservations about you seeing Nick Harte."
    "I thought so." She folded her arms and propped one hip on the edge of the table. "He told me that you think he had an affair with your ex-wife."
    Jeremy looked stunned. Then his expression darkened and his face tightened with suppressed anger. "I can't believe that he actually talked to you about that."
    "He didn't discuss it in detail. He just made the statement that you thought your ex-wife had had an affair with him while you were still married."
    Jeremy's hand closed into a fist. "So, he admitted it," he said softly.
    "No, he did not admit it. He just said that was what you believed."
    "It's not a guess, you know." Jeremy looked hard at the painting of his grandmother. "Laura told me she'd been with him."
    "Where is Laura now?"
    "Getting ready to marry again, I hear. A lawyer in Seattle."
    "When did she meet him?"
    "How the hell should I know? I don't keep track of her private life these days."
    "You and Laura," she said cautiously, "I assume the two of you were having trouble for a while before you split up?"
    "Sure. We argued a lot toward the end. That's usually what happens before you get a divorce, isn't it?"
    "That's certainly the way it went in my family." She watched him intently. "Were the quarrels bad?"
    "Bad enough."
    "The kind of arguments in which both people say things that are calculated to hurt the other person as much as possible?"
    Jeremy glanced at her, frowning. "Sometimes. Look, I really don't want to rehash the events surrounding my divorce, okay? It's not my favorite topic of conversation."
    "I understand. But I can't help wondering if maybe Laura told you that she'd had an affair with Nick because she knew it would hit you harder than if she said she'd fallen in love with a man you'd never met. Also, it could have been a way of protecting the man she really was seeing at the time."
    "What is this? You think you have to defend Harte? Don't waste your time."
    "What a terrible position to be in, trying to figure out whether to believe your lifelong friend or your spouse. No one should have to make that kind of decision."
    "Look, I'm not after sympathy here," he muttered. "It's over. I've moved on, like they say, okay?"
    "Tell me something, did you ever ask Nick directly if he'd slept with Laura?"
    "I told him once that I knew about them, yeah," Jeremy growled.
    "You accused him. You didn't ask him."
    "What's the difference? He denied it."
    "Did Nick ever lie to you in the past about anything else that was important?"
    "What does the past have to do with this?"
    "Did he?" she pressed gently.
    "No. But, then, maybe he never had any reason to lie to me in the past."
    "You've been acquainted with him since you both were children. Have you ever known him to cheat or steal or