Chapter Sixteen
If you have to be anywhere in Maryland during the summer, it should be on the water. The state’s claim to fame is the Chesapeake Bay, the haunt of boating enthusiasts and home to the blue crab, which everyone seems so keen on eating. There’s nothing very interesting about the bay. It’s a big, flat body of water with a lot of flat land around it. I’d rather have a nice cottage by a scenic river.
I guess Gibson Island has the best of both worlds, in a sense. Strictly speaking, it’s not an island, since it’s connected to the mainline by an isthmus, but Gibson Almost-Island doesn’t have quite the same ring to it. It has the mouth of the Magothy River on one side, the bay on the other. In between, you’ll find a lot of fancy houses and people with money.
After checking in with
