He could be anywhere -- a restaurant, a bar, the movies, making out on some woman’s couch. The possibilities were limitless. She could only try so hard to find him. She couldn’t work miracles. Maybe she’d just wait until tomorrow. Or she could walk down to the marina and check the family boat that Sean had always been fond of sleeping on. Indecisive and more than a little reluctant to actually locate Sean, she paused in front of the travel agency on Main Street. The windows were decorated with flyers inviting her to summer in Savannah, wine taste in Santa Barbara, take a ferry ride to Vancouver, or sail on a fancy yacht to San Francisco. None of those places appealed to her. If she went anywhere, it would be somewhere in the middle of the country, some place where water came out of wells in the ground, where the hills rose up like protective guardians and the endless plains made her feel safe and secure. Who was she kidding?
