Chapter Thirty-Four
“So are we all agreed that next year, this festival will happen in midsummer instead of early September?”
Zoe stamped her feet to keep warm. Not that it was cold, exactly—freeze-up was still at least a month away. But the wind off the bay had a cutting edge to it and the sun kept whisking behind the clouds.
None of that bothered the twins. They were about as ecstatic as two over-caffeinated and under-slept teenagers could be. A healthy portion of Lost Harbor had turned out for this event. More people had come from elsewhere on the peninsula, and even some late-season tourists had joined the fun. The bands all rocked, people were dancing on the beach, bonfires were burning under the supervision of the fire department, and the boardwalk businesses were all thrilled. No
