Epilogue
“There she is,” I called as we approached Mary Sue.
Christopher Kindly was already on the boat.
“Damn, Dad, you’re early.”
“I believe in punctuality, Art. You know that.” He thrust his hand out to me to shake. “Damian. It’s good to see you.”
“You, too, sir.”
“All aboard.” He stepped back to allow us onto the Mary Sue. “Perfect day for a trip out to the Channel Islands.”
“It sure is.” His wife, Mavis, suddenly appeared from the direction of the front of the boat. The “bow,” Arthur never failed to remind me.
“Good morning,” I called cheerfully.
“Morning, Damian. Arthur. You boys both look fetching.”
Arthur snorted. “Fetching. That’s a very old word, Mom. We look hot.”
She snorted. “Not to me. I’ve got coffee made if you’re interested.”
“Oh, we are.” I followed her int
