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“Absolutely not,” I said, glaring at the old man.
“He’s right,” Maren chimed in. “I can’t do that.”
“I didn’t say it was permanent. I only want three days to go ashore. It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen another person. Meeting you has made me homesick.”
“No,” I replied, shaking my head.
Maren looked at me and I could see the rebelliousness in her eyes. I tried to make myself look stern, but Maren rolled her eyes.
“I can do that,” she said. “Three days and you’ll be back. Promise?”
“On my life,” the ferryman said.
I didn’t like their arrangement. At all. Yet I knew that once Maren made her mind up about something, it was impossible to stop her. I sighed and moved to the back of the boat and stared off into the fog. I supposed three days wasn’t the end of the world, but w
