He went wide
around the North Light. There was a rip there that had taken more than one
fisherman to his death. As they passed it, the wind hit them and the bow of the
boat started banging against the chop. Bill’s eyes brightened and he opened up
the throttle until the boat was hydroplaning over the waves. Kate put on one of
the life preservers that had been issued with the rental boat. Bill saw her and
laughed.
“Scared, Kay?” he
shouted. “I won’t sink us.”
“Cold,” she shouted
back. He certainly seemed to know how to drive the thing, but she was nervous. “I
wasn’t dressed for this. Let’s go back.” He looked disappointed.
He loved speed, the
adrenaline rush it gave him. And danger. That was one of the things he liked
about acting, especially on stage. The knowledge that something could go wrong
at any time sharpened his focus. He could live in the moment, adrenaline
buoying him. He didn’t think about the
past or the future, or himself and his life. He just had to surf the wave.
Reluctantly he made a tight arc and headed
back to the Cut. He shouldn’t have left Great Salt Pond anyway in a boat he
didn’t know. He was no mechanic.
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