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Show Fair Forever 177 "Is that the end of the story?" asks the old man. I lean back in my chair and look over the bay. "It is. So far. Mom never said what Amanda needed to do, and I didn't ask again. I knew it didn't matter as long as she got better." He considers my answer. "Still, it would have been nice to know." "You think so?" I ask. He scratches his chin. "Probably not. I suppose that's why she left. She needed to do it on her own . . . whatever it was. We all have to do that. Find our own way." A large boat speeds down the channel, cutting a white wake. Maybe heading to Florida. "Someday, maybe she'll come back," the old guy declares. "I hope so," I whisper. "Someday." |
