Chapter 26
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Frank was hungover and sleep-deprived the next day, whereas I was only about half as bad because I was twice the drunk Frank would ever be. We flew up to Maine, but we didn’t want to go over to Peaks Island in our usual outfits because it greatly increased the risk that someone would remember us. We had to avoid being seen or remembered by anyone if we possibly could, so we changed into different outfits in the airport restroom – T-shirts, baseball caps, shades, and sneakers from our carry-on bags. We got a cab into town, then took a ferry boat over to the island along with about a hundred other people. We got off at the dock, and Frank looked around in open disgust.
“This place is dead,” he said.
“It’s just a small town in Maine,” I said. “What did you expect it to
