It was exactly what I needed: an excuse to stop thinking about Kenny. That sort of getting together between tourists and islanders happens more than you’d think, though not usually with me. Usually it’s one of the boys who puts on his slickers for a lonely housewife from Indiana or South Dakota w...
Or maybe it is simply that I am looking for a reason, for something to explain all that happened. I can explain the rise of Sawgamet easy enough: all it took was a few men—my grandfather among them—with instant wealth to cause other men to flock to Sawgamet. The Yankee who gathered enough gold du...
