“Nemo, what do you want to do today?” Su asks early Sunday morning. Going to bed early has us both waking up early—even before her parents. The Mehtas plan to leave for Clifton by midafternoon. It seems like we just got here. The weekend has flown by.
Su passes me the cereal at the breakfast table. “This is your last chance to soak in the splendor of Lake Winnipesaukee.
“We could take the train ride around the lake or go to Laconia to see Weirs Beach. But you know, it’s probably best we hang around. My parents might freak out if they’re ready to go and we’re not here.” She taps me on the arm. “We haven’t gone fishing yet. I can probably get my dad to take us out in the boat, but we’ll have to wait till he wakes up.”
Even though I would jump at another chance to drive the boat, I feel li
