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 nodded, but she had no idea what that was like.
Alfie caught up with Ali at lunchtime before heading off to his Dungeons & Dragons game. “I just wanted to let you know I’m not walking home today. My mom’s picking me up.”
“How come?”
“We’re going to a fancy inn in St. Martins for the weekend. Murray told me that you guys are going to Tin Can Beach tomorrow afternoon. I’m kind of bummed that I can’t go too, but Mom likes to do something special on her anniversary.”
“Her anniversary?”
“She and my dad would be married fourteen years tomorrow.”
“Oh.” Was it still an anniversary if the other person was dead? Ali wasn’t sure.
“Maybe we can go to the beach some other time. But don’t worry; I’ll be there Sunday.”
Ali gave him a blank stare. “Sunday?”
“Remember? You’re coming over to ask Granddad to the party?”
Ali’s stomach flopped. She’d forgotten. “Oh, right. What time should I come?”
“Three o’clock. This will work, right?” he asked, as if Ali knew the outcome already.
“For sure,” said Ali.
Alfie smiled. “I can’t wait till we can do stuff together as a family. It’s going to be so great. Thanks, Ali.”
How could Alfie believe in her when she didn’t believe in herself?
Chapter Ten
Fog Technology
A recent advancement in fog safety has been achieved by the invention of a car fog light by the Bosch Company. Though not yet widespread, it promises to reduce the accidents associated with low visibility due to fog.
—PERCIVAL T. SLOANE,
A History of Fog in the Bay of Fundy (1932)
PRACTICE!
Twenty-Eight
“I’ve been researching you,” Murray said, when Ali met him and Cassie in front of the old museum after lunch the next day. She’d told Digger they were going for a bike ride, but had neglected to mention that they were going to Tin Can Beach. She was afraid he’d insist on driving them and then hanging around. Besides, Cassie had assured her that most of the time they’d be biking on Harbour Passage Trail, where there were no cars. Going to Tin Can Beach wasn’t a big deal, but Ali knew Digger would try to make it one.
“What?” Ali wasn’t sure she liked the idea of Murray researching her.
“I have a theory.”
“This I gotta hear,” said Cassie.
Murray leaned forward against the handlebars of his bike. “So, you know that humans share a lot of DNA with other things, right?”
Ali nodded.
“And DNA is organized into stretches of individual segments of genes, right?”
“I guess . . .” She’d learned about genetics in fifth grade, but couldn’t remember much.
“So, proteins attach themselves to these stretches of genes, which end up coiling themselves into chromosomes.”
“Murray, you could make singing ‘Happy Birthday’ complicated,” complained Cassie. “What’s your point?”