To the Vineyard Ferry.
A bright morning, the leaves in the Commons beginning to turn.
She packs the Wagoneer right after breakfast.
Strong jaw. Sharp nose. Deep-set eyes, steady and green, her hair pulled back and twisted in a casual knot.
She threads through narrow, twisting streets out of Boston, speeds up south of Quincy. Just before reaching the ferry she stops at a roadside stand to buy sweet Macoun apples; he’s already on the island, waiting, with pinot noir and Parrano cheese.
Two nights of sleeping alone is enough.
Vineyard Tweed Jacket (No. 6788). Wide lapels accent this fitted jacket, smartly constructed from multi-colored polyester tweed weave with a bold, rippled texture. Black faux horn buttons. Poly crepe de chine lining. Imported.
