He’s saved from commenting when the alarm sounds and the conveyor belt starts rolling. “Hey, do you guys want to ride over to St. John with me?” Dunk asks. “I have my driver coming, then we’ll hop on my boat.”

“Aw, man, that’s kind of you, but we have so much stuff, it’s just not practical. I’m going to need one of those big taxis all to myself.”

“Just come with me,” Dunk says. “It’ll be way easier. My boat has plenty of room.”

“Okay…” Baker says. “If you’re sure.”

Dunk helps Baker get all the luggage out to the curb, and seconds later, a forest-green G-wagon pulls up. It’s unclear to Baker whether the G-wagon belongs to Dunk or a service he hires, but no matter—it’s cool and comfortable, and Baker is finally able to set Floyd down. The driver delivers them to the dock at Havensight, where they climb aboard a sixty-five-foot Sea Ray Sundancer called the Olive Branch.

“Wow,” Baker says. The boat is brand-new and beautifully outfitted; the salon is all leather and gleaming wood. There’s a bouquet of fresh flowers, a bowl of tropical fruit. Dunk opens the fridge; one side is lined with bottles of Veuve Clicquot, the other with beer. Dunk grabs two Heinekens, hands one to Baker, and says, “Let’s go sit in the cockpit. Charlie will have us to Cruz Bay in fifteen minutes.”

Baker kicks back and relaxes in the sun while Floyd sits in the shade of the bimini, still sluggish from his nap. The captain, Charlie, starts the engines and away they go, zipping around the towering cruise ships to open water. They pick up speed and cut a neat seam through the turquoise water to St. John. Baker takes a sip of his beer and thinks: This is my life now. He said goodbye to Ellen outside of IAH just this morning, but it seems like eons ago. If he were back in Houston, he would be getting ready to pick up Floyd from the Children’s Cottage. The two of them would go home, Baker would fix a snack, and then they’d head to the park or playground, or Baker would bribe Floyd with his iPad so that he could continue to trade until the markets closed, and by then it would be too late to go to the park and Floyd would have conked out anyway and Baker would think maybe he’d take a nap too, why not? And when the two of them woke up, the sun would be setting and Baker would start on one of his gourmet dinner menus as they waited for Anna to come home, and when Anna came home, she would say she had already eaten (pizza) at the hospital, and Baker would either throw half the dinner away or carefully pack it into a Tupperware container for Anna to take for lunch the next day, which she would inevitably forget to do and Baker would throw it away out of anger and disgust because his efforts around the house went unappreciated.