“Tara! What are you doing home?” Julia gave her a warm hug. “I thought I’d sneak into town. I haven’t seen Ben yet—didn’t want to destroy the high of traveling as soon as I hit Oak Harbor. I wanted to get home and go sailing. I’m tired of cars and smog. I want the wind in my face! I cooked up a grand scheme on the plane home. Let’s you and me go out to one of the islands and camp out. The weather’s perfect. We could sail out this afternoon, spend the night, and come back tomorrow.” “I don’t know. I’ve got a lot to do with the wedding coming up. The house is still a disaster.” “Oh, come on, Julia. Be spontaneous! In the cities, I saw people making the most of every minute. Sometimes, at our slower pace, we take each minute for granted, doing the same thing day after day. Remember how it felt to kayak in Acadia? Let’s sail! Come on!” “Well, okay.” “Meet me in half an hour at my house. I’ve got all the supplies. You just need a sleeping bag, pillow, and clothes.
