Tuck Everlasting chapter two and so at dawn that day in the first week of August May tuck woke up and lay for a while beaming at the cobwebs on the ceiling at last she said aloud the boys will be home tomorrow Mae's husband on his back beside her did not stir he was still asleep and The Melancholy creases that folded his daytime face were smooth and slack he snored gently and for a moment the quarter corners of his mouth turned upward and a smile tuck almost never smiled except in sleep Mae sat up in bed and looked at him tolerantly the boys will be home tomorrow she said again a little more loudly tuck twitched and the smile vanished he opened his eyes wide you have to wake me up he sighed I was having that dream again the good one we're all in heaven and never heard of tree gap May sat there frowning a great potato of a woman with a round sensible face and calm brown eyes it's no use having that dream she said nothing's going to change you tell me that every day said tuck turning away from her onto a side anyways I can't help what I dream maybe not said Mae but all the same should have got used to things by now tuck groaned I'm going back to sleep he said not me said Mae I'm going to take the horse and go down to the wood to meet them meet who the boys tuck our sons I'm going to ride down to meet them better not do that said tuck I know said Mae but I just can't wait to see them anyways it's ten years since I went to tree gap no one will remember me all right in at sunset just to the wood I won't go into the village but even if someone did see me they won't remember they never did before now did they suit yourself then said tuck into his pillow I'm going back to sleep maiya climbed out out of bed and began to dress three petticoats a rusty brown skirt with one enormous pocket an old cotton jacket and a knitted shawl which she pinned across her bosom with a tarnished metal broach the sounds of her dressing were so familiar to tuck that he could say without opening his eyes you don't need that shawl in the middle of summer Mei ignored this observation instead she said will you be all right we won't get back too late tomorrow tuk rolled over and made a rueful face at her what in the world could possibly happen to me that's so sad may I keep forgetting I don't said tuk have a nice time and in a moment he was asleep again Mei sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on a pair of short leather boots so thin and soft with age it was a wonder they held together then she stood and took from the wash stand beside the bed a little square shaped object a music box painted with roses and lilies of the valley it was the one pretty thing she owned and she never went anywhere without it her fingers strayed to the winding key on its bottom but glancing at the sleeping tuck she shook her head gave the little box a pat and dropped it into her pocket then last of all she pulled down over her ears a blue straw hat with a drooping exhausted brim but before she put on the Hat she brushed her gray brown hair and wound it into a bun at the back of her neck she did this quickly and skillfully without a single glance in the mirror may talk didn't need a mirror though she had one propped up on the wash stand she knew very well what she would see in it her reflection had long since ceased to interest her form a tuck and her husband a miles and Jessie too had all looked exactly the same for 87 years