I didn’t feel like wallowing in self-pity, so I paid attention to what was around me. As with most cute little New England towns, Marblehead had its combination of modern and quaint and about a dozen Dunkin’ Donuts within five square miles. Make that most of New England. Dunkin’ was like the Waffle House down south—you could never have too many opportunities for a pecan waffle and hash browns scattered, smothered, and covered.
Great, I don’t know if I’m homesick or hungry.
I found the place Jared had recommended, which was right on the water. Good, space is good. I had already hunched my shoulders as far as they would go while the bus navigated down the town’s narrow streets. I wasn’t sure what the driver was thinking—there had to be wider lanes for the large vehicle.
I was early, so I
