***Finn***
I watch with interest as Serena sets up the sail again and positions herself on the opposite side of the boat that I had been on. She starts to let the sail out gradually the same way I had. Soon enough the sail gets more taut and the boat picks up speed quickly. Within a few minutes Serena's long dark hair is flowing in the wind as she looks out serenely to the open sea.
This is wonderful.
This has been exactly what I had wanted and apparently, also what I had needed. I feel lighter than I have felt in many weeks, what with my mother's illness, a big increase in my school work, the new and unrelenting speculation about me in the press...
But here I am, out at sea, doing something I have not been able to do in so long, with someone who continued to intrigue me on a daily bas
