The Edge of Dreams

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Dedicated to my fellow goddesses, Louise Penny and Deborah Crombie. Thank you both for your friendship, encouragement, and for your own fabulous writing. I am privileged to call you friends. Debs, you get an extra thank-you for coming up with the brilliant title for this book!

And as always thank you to my wonderful editor, Kelley Ragland, her assistant, Elizabeth Lacks, my publicist, Sarah Melnyk, and my goddess-agents, Meg Ruley and Christina Hogrebe. Also to John for his patient reading and great suggestions and to my many Facebook fans who tell me that they love Molly Murphy, and who gave me great input on the title.

One

New York City, September 10, 1905

“Don’t open your eyes until I tell you.” His hand gripped my forearm as he half lifted, half dragged me down from the hansom cab. If the cabby thought it strange to be transporting a woman wearing a blindfold, he had kept quiet about it.

“Open my eyes?” I exclaimed. “Holy Mother of God, Daniel, how do you think I can open my eyes? I can’t see a darned thing through this.”

I heard him chuckle as I was steered forward, my feet moving cautiously over cobblestones. And then suddenly I knew where I was. Familiar smells wafted toward me—baking bread from the French bakery around the corner on Greenwich Avenue, the pink climbing rose that grew beside old Mrs. Konigsberg’s front door. And there were familiar sounds too—the distant clatter and rattle of barrows coming from the Jefferson Market, the bustling traffic on Sixth Avenue, the particular way that footsteps echoed back from the tall brick houses on our narrow backwater.

“We’re here, aren’t we? You’ve brought me home.” I could hardly make the words come out.

I was in Patchin Place, returning to what had been my home before it had been destroyed by a fire, when a gang had thrown a bomb through our window. I had been staying with my mother-in-law up in rural Westchester County since I arrived back from Paris several weeks ago, and had deliberately not been back to my house, believing it to be beyond repair and not wanting to see the remnants of my former life. Not wanting to sink into despair that it could ever be made whole again. I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to see it now, but Daniel must have had a good reason for bringing me here.

I had sensed his excitement when he had asked Mrs. Heffernan to watch our son, saying that he wanted to kidnap me for a little while to show me something. Then he had insisted on tying the blindfold around my eyes, saying that he couldn’t trust me not to peek without it and he didn’t want to spoil the surprise. I had allowed myself to be helped into the cab, utterly baffled and dying of curiosity as to what this surprise might be. Daniel was holding me around the waist now, and I reached out to grip his sleeve for reassurance. It had to be something good, I told myself. Daniel was the fairest man I had ever met. And he loved me. He would never do anything to deliberately cause me distress.

“Four more steps,” Daniel said, leading me forward. “Now, stand still. Don’t move.”

He released my waist and I heard him walk away from me. I have never been the most patient of people so it was all I could do not to rip the blindfold from my eyes.

It was as if time stood still. I heard the pigeons that lived on the roof opposite cooing. The honk of an automobile. A baby crying far away. Then he was beside me again. I felt his warm breath on my cheek.

“Ready?” he whispered.

Then he was undoing the handkerchief around my eyes. I stood blinking in strong sunlight, looking at a newly painted green front door. This was my house as I remembered it—new windows with shining white trim, and only blackened bricks that no amount of scrubbing could clean to betray that the house had recently been a heap of ashes.

“Oh, Daniel,” I gasped. “It’s exactly the way it was.”

“Not quite,” he said. “But it’s a start.” He put his hand gently on my shoulder, urging me forward. “Go on. Open the door.”

I walked forward. My hand gripped the doorknob and the door swung open. The smell of new paint greeted me as I took my first cautious step into the hallway. New white-painted stairs rose up on my left. Straight ahead was my kitchen, with a new pine table just like the old one and a sparkling tile floor. There was new linoleum in the hall, and to my right the parlor door was half open.

“Go on in,” Daniel said, coming up behind me.

I entered the parlor. The first thing I saw was a sofa, almost like the one we had lost. I next noticed an armchair by the fireplace, and when I looked around the room, I almost jumped out of my skin. Standing behind the door were two people that I recognized—my dear friends and neighbors Elena Goldfarb and Augusta Walcott, looking as outlandishly flamboyant as ever, their faces alight with anticipation.

“Sid! Gus!” I squealed with joy as I rushed to their open arms. “I didn’t even know you were back in New York.” I tried to say the words as I was almost suffocated in their hugs. “I had no idea. I thought you were planning to stay in Vienna to study with Professor Freud.”

“Ah, well, we decided we’d had enough of Vienna,” Sid said, glancing at Gus. “And we had a parting of ways with Professor Freud. Gus couldn’t agree with his interpretation of dreams.”

“He insisted that every symbol in our dreams is linked to sex,” Gus said. “Absolute rubbish and I told him so. He didn’t like being contradicted by a woman, I can tell you, especially a foreign one, so we thought we’d better make a hasty retreat.”

“When did you come back?” I asked. “Why didn’t you get in touch with me?”

“We arrived back a few days ago,” Sid said as I brushed away tears of joy. “But Daniel wanted us to be part of the surprise. He asked us not to contact you before the house was ready. As a matter of fact, we helped him with the finishing touches.”

I looked around at the dainty end table with a white cloth and a vase of flowers, at the clock on the mantel, and beside it even a china dog like the one we’d had before.

“It’s not exactly as it was,” Daniel said, coming to join us. “But we tried our best to make it look the way you remembered it. I’ve left the things that need a feminine touch for you—the drapes and the bed linens and that sort of thing.”

Until I had a baby I had rarely allowed myself to cry. Now the tears trickled down my cheeks and I threw my arms around his neck. “You did all this without breathing a word to me, and when you are so busy at work too. You’re a grand sort of man, Daniel Sullivan.”

Daniel gave Sid and Gus an embarrassed smile. “I had quite a bit of help from various people at police headquarters. And your friends here. Everyone has been most kind.”

“So you’d no idea that the house was almost rebuilt?” Gus asked.

I shook my head. “Whenever I asked Daniel, he indicated that things were progressing slowly and I’d have to be patient.”

“It was lucky that she came home in the middle of a heat wave in July and was glad to go straight to my mother’s in the country,” Daniel said. “If she’d been living here in the apartment with me, it would have been harder to do everything without giving the game away.”

“I’m quite overwhelmed,” I said. “I don’t know what to say.”

“For once Molly Murphy is lost for words,” Sid said dryly, giving Gus a nudge. “We never thought we’d see that day, did we?”

“Come and see the rest of the house,” Daniel said. “I shouldn’t be spending too long away from work.”

“And I shouldn’t leave Liam for too long with Mrs. Heffernan,” I said. “She’s a little old to be minding a lively youngster.”

“Who is this Mrs. Heffernan?” Sid asked.

“The caretaker at the building on West Sixty-first Street where Daniel has been living,” I said. “I’ve been staying out in Westchester with Daniel’s mother but I decided it was time we came back into town so that I could look after my husband again. Not that it would have been easy in that tiny apartment with no real cooking facilities.” I turned back to Daniel. “So can we really move back into our house?”

He led the way out of the front parlor and pushed open the back parlor door. “Like I said,” he turned to answer, “there are still some finishing touches that only you can make. We need bedding, and drapes, and kitchen utensils. I have no idea what women need to cook with—apart from a stove. We have one of those, and some pots and pans.”

I took in the back parlor with its mahogany dining table and chairs, a sturdy sideboard, and a desk like Daniel’s former one tucked into a corner. The window looked onto our little square of backyard—now wild, and overgrown, and littered with builder’s debris. Plenty of work to be done there. Then I went through to the kitchen—new table, new shelves holding a couple of pots and pans, and beneath them …

“Well, what do you think?” Daniel asked me.

“We’ve never had a gas cooker!” I exclaimed. Until now I’d always had an old cast-iron stove, and I’d envied those like Sid and Gus who had been able to upgrade to a more modern form of cooking.

“You’ll find it so much more convenient, Molly,” Sid said. “And we’ll look after Liam while you go shopping for the things you still need.”

Dishes and silverware,
I thought.
And cheese graters, and washboards, and a meat safe
—the amount of things I needed was overwhelming. And they all cost money. I had been told that the police department was helping out with the rebuilding of our house, since it was an act of retaliation against the arrest of a gang leader that had destroyed it in the first place, but would that largesse stretch to replacing everything I had lost?

Then I had a thought that brought a smile to my face. “Can we move back here in time for Liam’s birthday?”

“Oh, yes, Liam’s birthday,” Gus said. “We were just talking about what presents we could buy him. And we’ll give him a splendid party.”

I laughed. “He’s going to be one, Gus. What will he know about parties?” I looked at Daniel. I could tell he was picturing what Sid and Gus’s idea of a birthday party might be, with belly dancers and all kinds of bohemian folk.

“And besides,” I said. “I’d like to have his birthday right here in our own dear house. A proper affirmation that we’ve really come home at last.”

Daniel nodded his approval. “Come and see the upstairs,” he said.