Chapter FourteenSea Scope: Present day
We spent an hour chatting and briefly reacquainting ourselves over tea and cookies. The discussion about Michael and the summer of 1996 took a back seat as my aunt led the conversation to her plans for the grand opening of the inn that fall.
“How come you're waiting until fall?” Carolyn asked. “Isn't summer the busy season here?”
“That may be true, but autumn is beautiful in Cape Bretton, and there are many weekenders. Besides, I'm not totally prepared yet.”
Wanda, quiet up until then, gave my aunt a strange look and said, “I imagine you aren't prepared yet because you aren't ready to run this place yourself.”
It was then that I let out a yawn I'd been trying to stifle for the last twenty minutes. It gave Aunt Julie an opportunity to wrap up the
