Annotations for Evening Ferry

Baker & Taylor
In the second volume in a multigenerational trilogy that began with Snow Island, thirty-two-year-old Rachel Shattuck, dealing with both her recent divorce and the death of her mother, returns to the island that she had fled at the age of eighteen to care for her injured father and stumbles upon her mother's revealing diaries, hidden away in a closet.

Blackwell North Amer
Rachel watched through the window as Eddie helped her father into the truck. When they were gone, she ate her cold eggs slowly and studied the notebook. He had left if there. He had left it there because he wanted her to read what was inside. Rachel reminded herself that though her father was an uneducated man of apparently basic impulses and aims, nothing was simple with him. He was far more calculating, and in many ways smarter, than anyone she had met in college or during the years she lived in Providence. She knew from experience that it paid to be suspicious with her father, to approach each situation slowly, trying to see it from all angles, but she could not see her way around this one. Would her mother want her to read the diary? That was the real question, one that could not be answered.
Stacking the dirty plates, she took them to the sink, where she washed them as she listened to the foghorn. Its low drone intensified the silence. She returned to the table and ran her hand over the notebook. Finally she opened it. The first lines read: "You can see the water everywhere on the island. Wherever you are, the water is there, a constant view. I find it quieting, comforting. I am Mrs. Nate Shattuck now. Phoebe Shattuck - I keep saying it over to myself trying to get used to the sound. Yes, I am a new person with a new name."
She could hear her mother's voice. It was unnerving. Rachel closed the notebook. Going out to the porch, where the air was hot and sticky, she went down the steps and walked up the hill, away from the dock. The path was visible at the end of the dirt road, a thin line through the trees. She stepped into the shade of the woods and followed the path toward the center of the island. When the path forked, she went to the south, in the direction of the cemetery.