Chapter Eleven
The trip to the mainland usually took a couple of hours. I knew that Augustin had his own boat that could do it in far less time, but he did not like to use it if he did not have to. The day was fair, but windy enough to raise a light chop on the sea. The boat rose and fell and rocked on the waves. There was a cabin below for passengers, but I stayed on deck, as did Alison.
“Why the disguise?” I asked her as we stood side by side at the starboard rail. We were not very close together. She seemed to have some sort of invisible perimeter up, and any time I moved the least bit inside of it she would move exactly that far away. Anyone watching us would know that we were together, but with a small ‘t’.
“I have my reasons,” she answered without looking at me. There were some do
