Marc and Sundara pulled into the entrance of Starlings Island in their Jeep. Laura sat in the back of the Jeep, looking forward to the day. They were visiting the island for the first time with a purpose. This time, Starlings Island was gated, unlike the last time they visited. There was an intercom that allowed the Dazets to enter the island area. In just one touch, Marc lowered his electric window, pressed a button, and spoke.
Hello there, this is Marc from Virginia Beach. It took a half second, and the gate opened. “Come on in Marc, Brent yells into the intercom. He remembered when he first met in New Hampshire, like the gate in Seabrook as a newspaper reporter. This gate was the same size. The gate came in and their Jeep went forward to a sand road. It was neat.
As we slowly drove a
