Julie Brewster had just finished a phone call with her niece Sarah. She was pleased the young woman was coming and wasn"t surprised she was bringing along a friend instead of her husband, but Julie didn"t like too many strangers at Sea Scope. It reminded her of what happened nearly twenty years ago when that college boy, Michael, was found dead by the lighthouse and her brother moved his family away. A year later, Martin killed himself. She squeezed her violet eyes shut a moment and then opened them wide. No time for tears or regrets. Life was for the living. Survival of the fittest and all that. She was a Brewster, descendant of a fisherman who built Sea Scope and brought his new bride through the doors. Jeremiah and Josephine Brewster made their home into a bed and breakfast to serve man
