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cutting through the otherwise blue-scape. Fresh, clean, beautiful. She was going to be happy here. She couldnât wait to settle in.
During her flight, sheâd decided that she wanted to move directly into the studioâno matter what shape it was in. The idea of sharing a bedroom with her motherâand a bedâwasnât going to work for her. As well located as their beach bungalow might be and as pretty as it sounded like they were making it, she was going to take a pass on staying there with them. She would rather ârough itâ in the studio on her own.
She knew this decision was partly related to her cousin. Waverly had been surprised to hear that Janice Grant was there right now. Even though Janice was only there on vacation, Waverly felt caught off guard, and it had almost stolen some of the joyful anticipation about her new life. Of course, sheâd convinced herself that it was silly to let Janice get to her. It wasnât that she didnât like Janice. Not exactly.
But she and Janice had never really hit it off as children. Maybe it had been related to their mothers, who were different as night and day, or maybe it was the girlsâ own unique personalities. Despite only being a year apart in age and sometimes thrust together at family events, the two girls never connected the way some cousins do. Janice had always been a little high-maintenance or, perhaps, simply goal-driven. When they were young, Janice was somewhat demanding, extremely competitive, and a little bossy, whereas Waverly had always been the dreamer, the artist, the girl who enjoyed silence, solitude, and a sketchpad. Sometimes Janice had even called her âboring.â But Waverly hadnât minded. Sheâd preferred being labeled as dull rather than keep pace with Janice.
Of course, that was a lot of years ago. Hopefully theyâd both grown up since then. But in case they hadnât, Waverly was determined to keep a healthy amount of space between them. Not having a car made her even more determined to stay close to town. No way did she want to be stuck out at a beach house, no matter how delightful, with her yammering cousin and no means of transportation to escape. Although Waverly did plan to go bike shopping as soon as she got settled. Sheâd even searched the Internet, locating several bike shops around the island.
Waverly felt a fresh surge of happiness as she sighted the island ahead. She felt almost giddy. Like she was going to a different country, a different lifeâ¦a new beginning, doing something she truly wanted to do. The idea of operating an art galleryâin Marthaâs Vineyardâwell, it was a dream come true! And each time sheâd shared this tidbit with people during the past week and during her trip, sheâd seen the interest and admiration in their eyes. Some of them even got a wistful look, as if they wished they could trade places with her.
For the first time in such a long time, Waverly felt as if her life was finally and truly blessed. As the ferry pulled into the dock, she whispered a prayer of thanksgiving. After these past few years of darkness and drought, God was finally shining His goodness down on her.
Knowing sheâd be riding on a plane, bus, and ferry boat, Waverly had purposely chosen to travel light today. Just a carry-on that piggybacked on the same midsized roller bag sheâd used for the Yucatan trip. The rest of her things would be here by Friday. She gathered these things and followed a few other passengers, who appeared to know where they were going, and disembarked from the boat. She was here at lastâin Marthaâs Vineyard!
The parking lot was busy with cars and trucks loading and unloading, as well as a number of cars waiting to pick up passengers. She hadnât thought to ask Vivian what make or color of vehicle to look for, but it was so nice out that many of the cars had their windows down. But the more Waverly looked
During her flight, sheâd decided that she wanted to move directly into the studioâno matter what shape it was in. The idea of sharing a bedroom with her motherâand a bedâwasnât going to work for her. As well located as their beach bungalow might be and as pretty as it sounded like they were making it, she was going to take a pass on staying there with them. She would rather ârough itâ in the studio on her own.
She knew this decision was partly related to her cousin. Waverly had been surprised to hear that Janice Grant was there right now. Even though Janice was only there on vacation, Waverly felt caught off guard, and it had almost stolen some of the joyful anticipation about her new life. Of course, sheâd convinced herself that it was silly to let Janice get to her. It wasnât that she didnât like Janice. Not exactly.
But she and Janice had never really hit it off as children. Maybe it had been related to their mothers, who were different as night and day, or maybe it was the girlsâ own unique personalities. Despite only being a year apart in age and sometimes thrust together at family events, the two girls never connected the way some cousins do. Janice had always been a little high-maintenance or, perhaps, simply goal-driven. When they were young, Janice was somewhat demanding, extremely competitive, and a little bossy, whereas Waverly had always been the dreamer, the artist, the girl who enjoyed silence, solitude, and a sketchpad. Sometimes Janice had even called her âboring.â But Waverly hadnât minded. Sheâd preferred being labeled as dull rather than keep pace with Janice.
Of course, that was a lot of years ago. Hopefully theyâd both grown up since then. But in case they hadnât, Waverly was determined to keep a healthy amount of space between them. Not having a car made her even more determined to stay close to town. No way did she want to be stuck out at a beach house, no matter how delightful, with her yammering cousin and no means of transportation to escape. Although Waverly did plan to go bike shopping as soon as she got settled. Sheâd even searched the Internet, locating several bike shops around the island.
Waverly felt a fresh surge of happiness as she sighted the island ahead. She felt almost giddy. Like she was going to a different country, a different lifeâ¦a new beginning, doing something she truly wanted to do. The idea of operating an art galleryâin Marthaâs Vineyardâwell, it was a dream come true! And each time sheâd shared this tidbit with people during the past week and during her trip, sheâd seen the interest and admiration in their eyes. Some of them even got a wistful look, as if they wished they could trade places with her.
For the first time in such a long time, Waverly felt as if her life was finally and truly blessed. As the ferry pulled into the dock, she whispered a prayer of thanksgiving. After these past few years of darkness and drought, God was finally shining His goodness down on her.
Knowing sheâd be riding on a plane, bus, and ferry boat, Waverly had purposely chosen to travel light today. Just a carry-on that piggybacked on the same midsized roller bag sheâd used for the Yucatan trip. The rest of her things would be here by Friday. She gathered these things and followed a few other passengers, who appeared to know where they were going, and disembarked from the boat. She was here at lastâin Marthaâs Vineyard!
The parking lot was busy with cars and trucks loading and unloading, as well as a number of cars waiting to pick up passengers. She hadnât thought to ask Vivian what make or color of vehicle to look for, but it was so nice out that many of the cars had their windows down. But the more Waverly looked
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