Chapter 49

He thought he might always feel this way. He liked the idea of that. The shape of it, in his future.7

In the morning they went down to the shore hand in hand. The sun had come out, though only bashfully, and was playing tag with clumps of clouds. Boats rose and fell with the sea, over in the harbor. The new road stretched out, a beckoning and a welcome. Gull Skerrie wore a different face, but not a bad one. Only new.

Cadence Bell and Jeremiah Carver appeared along the path to intercept them, a paradox of pixie fashion and tall calm height coming up from construction; Cade was rubbing a shoulder, ruefully.