Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Chapter One
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Chapter Two
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Chapter Three
- Ten
- Eleven
- Chapter Four
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Chapter Five
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Chapter Six
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Chapter Seven
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Chapter Eight
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Chapter Nine
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Ten
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Chapter Eleven
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Chapter Twelve
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirteen
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Chapter Fourteen
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Chapter Fifteen
- The Following Summer
- About the Author
- About the Publisher
Ali was pleased to find Alfie waiting for her at her locker at the end of the day.
“I talked to my mom and my grandad about going to Gigi’s birthday party,” he told her as soon as they stepped outside.
Ali’s heart leapt. “That’s awesome! The party will be a week from this Saturday!”
Alfie groaned. “As soon as I brought up the subject, Granddad cut me off. He refuses to even consider going. My mom tried to talk to him, but it’s hopeless.”
“But families are supposed to forgive each other,” Ali said. “And I’m planning such a cool party! It’s going to be a movie theme. We’re even going to have a red carpet!”
“Sounds fun. I think it’s stupid that he’s so mad. If anyone should be mad at Gigi and your dad, it’s me and my mom, not him.”
Ali stopped walking. “But I don’t get it. What did Gigi and Digger do?”
“I don’t really know what happened to my dad. Neither my mom nor Granddad wants to talk about it. I just know that your dad and Gigi were somehow involved.”
She dreaded the response to her next question. “Are you mad at them?”
Alfie shook his head. “No. I mean, if my mom isn’t mad, I guess I shouldn’t be either. Besides, I never knew him at all. He died before I was born.”
It was just like what they’d discussed in science class. Alfie’s mother had been able to adapt to her new circumstances, but not his grandfather. Why could some people change so much and some not at all? What Alfie’s grandfather needed was some rapid evolution.
“It must have been hard, not having a dad.” Digger might be strange and not work very much, but at least he was always there for her.
Alfie kicked at a stone. “I think about him a lot. I wonder what it would be like if he was alive. Would I have grown up here instead of England? Granddad says my dad played baseball when he was my age. I tried to play last summer at camp, but I was awful. Maybe if he was around to coach me I’d be better.”
Ali had to blink hard to stop the tears. “Digger could coach you. He’s great at sports.”
Alfie began to shuffle along again. “Granddad says this is the worst fog in years.”
Ali gazed up. It was impossible to see the tops of the trees through the heavy mist. “My mom hates the fog. She loves Saint John, and living with Gigi, but she misses the sun.”