'I knew you'd be early.'
She jumped down from the sea wall. They boarded the ferry and she suggested they stood outside. The ferry began its short journey.
'I always feel sad watching the island receding, even though I know I'll be returning. There was always a fear I wouldn't come back.'
Kenneth remained silent. He couldn't make sense of her words. Was she talking about now? Another time? He wanted to ask but she continued, almost talking to herself.
'How will you feel, do you think? When you leave the island behind. Will you want to come back?'
A sudden gust of wind seemed to carry her words away. Kenneth realized he didn't know.
There was a slight bump as the ferry docked and the stern door was lowered. They walked along the sea side to where the 'bus waited. The same 'bus, the sa
