feels, than how I feel.â
Her grandfather sighed, too. âI suppose it does, but you know that isnât the way it is .â
She could know that like, intellectually, but that didnât mean that it felt that way. But, she noddedâmostly just to be polite.
âThis isnât a situation with easy answers, Emily,â he said. âWe all have to feel our way through things like this.â
Emily looked down at her cake, trying to decide whether she was losing her appetite, or just full.
âI have a feeling that twelve is a big enough birthday for you to feel more restless and impatient than you might have when you were younger,â her grandfather said.
That was about the size of it, yeah. So, Emily nodded, reaching down to pat Zack, who was resting his head on her knee. âAre my parents upset that I wanted to talk about it?â
Her grandfather shook his head. âNo, theyâre upset that they donât have better answers for you.â
Okay. âDid you and Gram get to meet her?â Emily asked.
âNo,â her grandfather said. âI think she wanted to keep it very private, and that she was very young, and that it was all extremely upsetting for her. But then,â he winked at her, â we lucked out, because we got to have you in our family.â
Yes, she felt very lucky to be part of her family. âBut, itâs okay that I still have lots of questions?â Emily said.
âItâs normal,â he said. âAnd I hope that, someday, you get to find a few more answers.â
Emily definitely hoped so, too.
âTime to get some sleep?â her grandfather asked.
Emily nodded. If anything, it was past time. And tomorrow, she was going to have her third birthday celebration.
Maybe turning twelve wasnât so bad, after all.
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8
Because of the hurricane, they had had to postpone her birthday party, which was a whale-watching cruise in Casco Bay. But, the next morning, they drove down to Portland, and met ten of her friends on the dock where the boat was to depart. Most of the friends she had invited were people she had met at her elementary school, since she didnât know many of the people at her new junior high very well yet. So, it was Bobby, and Karen, and Florence, along with seven of her other friends.
Emily was a little disappointed that Zack couldnât come along with them, but then again, he really didnât enjoy being on boats. She assumed it was because before she found him, he had lived on a fishing boatâand his owners had been mean. If that happened to her, she probably wouldnât like to ride on boats, either.
They were welcomed aboard by a man who said his name was âCaptain Bill,â along with tour guides named Vince and Cara. Emily wasnât sure if they were all really required to wear life jackets the entire time, but she wasnât the only one with nervous parents. So, before they left the dock, they all suited up.
It was a warm fall day, the sun was shining, and the waves were nice and gentle. Some tourists were also on the cruise, so there were about twenty-five passengers, including everyone at her birthday party. Vince and Cara were stationed on opposite sides of the boat, each of them holding a microphone and narrating everything that they saw.
Which, so far, was absolutely nothing of interest. The tourists seemed pretty excited just to be in Maine, but all of the locals on the boat were looking around aimlessly, waiting for something exciting to happen.
âWell, these sure are nice seagulls,â Bobby said politely, after they had been at sea for about half an hour.
âVery pretty when they fly,â Emily agreed.
Their friend Harriet laughed. âYou guys are so cynical.â
Kind of, yeah.
Vince and Cara filled the dead air with fun facts about the history of Casco Bay, and the various marine animals and mammals they might see, but so far, they hadnât