WHEN I GOT TO PENNY’S boat, I saw Sandy sitting in the cockpit giggling and chatting away with Penny. It appeared that she had gotten over her concerns about the sailing instructor.
“There she is,” Sandy said. “We were beginning to wonder if you were going to make it, Mollie.”
“Sorry about that. I was speaking with Scooter and Ben about...” I hesitated, not wanting to mention the compass until I’d found out more about it.
Sandy leaned forward. “Speaking with them about what?”
“About Mrs. Moto and how cute she is.”
Sandy beamed. She patted the seat next to her. “Come sit beside me, and Penny will show us where we’re going on the chart.”
“Oh, are you coming with us?” I asked. “I thought this was the ladies’ sailing lesson. Don’t you know how to sail already?”
“I do, but when I heard L
