15. MacPhearson, Lighthouse PointFor ten minutes now, MacPhearson’s unease has been growing at a frightening pace. The boat, besieged by the waves, is moving forward with difficulty in the swell. He didn’t think it was possible to get seasick on Georgian Bay.
He’s already missing the comfort of his Audi, which he had to leave in Parry Sound, a small port town two hundred and fifty kilometres north of Toronto. The water taxi had picked him up half an hour late—because of the heavy waves, claimed the captain, a stocky old sea dog frank enough to admit laughingly that he doesn’t know how to swim.
MacPhearson watches the rocky coast, unable to drive away his grim thoughts. It would be difficult for anyone to keep his head above such choppy waters. He begins to resent Elizabeth for forcing hi
