“— Lewis Carroll Good thing for the roar of the motor so I don’t have to talk as Will rides us back across Nantucket Sound to Popponesset Beach. The sky is clouding up now, the water choppy. A large sailboat zips past us, sails puffed full of wind. I think of my disastrous date with JFK last month when he surprised me with a ride on his little Sunfish sailboat. How silly I was to be scared. Suddenly all of my previous fears and worries seem minnow-fish foolish. What if Will’s theory is true? Wha...t if my father is still alive? It’s chilly. I shiver, wrapping my arms around my chest. Will notices and offers me a jacket. “Thanks,” I say. I take the jacket, zip it up. I zip my lips, too. I move to sit as far away from him as I can, eyes squeezed tight against the wind. My birthfather, Billy Havisham, might be alive? He might be somewhere here on Cape Cod? I’m barely over the shock that I have a brother I never knew I had, and now this mind-numbing possibility that I might have a father, too?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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