Chapter 20
A week later James planned a special night for Sarah. Francine told him about nearby Acacia National Park, and though the park itself closed at 4:30 in the afternoon the restaurant served dinner and he wanted to take Sarah out to relax. Theresa was only too happy to spend another night with the baby.
“You two have fun,” she said. “We’ll be fine.”
They borrowed Francine’s lime green VW Bug since she was home from her classes at Bowdoin University, and they headed around the Gulf of Maine where the land was broken in jigsaw pieces by lakes and rivers, coves and ponds, peninsulas and bays, the islands floating like sponges a mile or two away. It was an hour drive to the park, but it was a beautiful night, clear under the wide moon and flashing stars, a little warmer now at the e
