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Catherine’s eye and told her exactly what he had been thinking. “Not only does Aly look just like you did at that age, she is you.”
    Catherine sighed and gave him a weak smile. “I know.”
    Aly groaned and slammed the book shut. “Everyone says that.” Then she stopped and looked back at her mother. “Not that you aren’t pretty, Mom. It’s just weird, you know?”
    “I understand, kiddo. At eleven you want your own identity, not your mother’s. I felt the same way. So did Dana.”
    “And at school everyone knows I’m Dana Winslow’s younger sister. Mr. Johnson, the science teacher, even calls me Dana sometimes.”
    Dana looked up then. “Do you answer him?”
    “I have to. If I don’t he thinks I’m not participating.” Aly got up and trounced over to the bookcase.
    There was another lapse of awkward silence.
    Catherine took a sip of coffee. “So. The island hasn’t changed much, has it?” She didn’t look at him.
    He should tell her now, that he had changed, that he wasn’t a handyman. He watched her and found himself staring at her hair. If she looks at me, he thought, I will tell her the truth.
    She stared into her coffee cup as if she were searching inside of it for something to say.
    Aly plopped back down next to him. “Mom says there’s plenty to do here. Fishing and sailing and stuff.”
    Before he could answer Dana asked, “Do you have a boat?”
    Michael nodded. “Yes.”
    The girl brightened suddenly. “Good, then you can take us back to the mainland.”
    “Dana!” Catherine looked at him then, clearly mortified. “I’m sorry. She seems to have forgotten her manners.” She paused and took a deep breath, clearly exasperated. “Dana doesn’t like it here.”
    “There’s nothing to do here.”
    Michael was quiet. He looked away from Catherine and into Dana’s sharp eyes. “The engine’s not running right.”
    Dana looked like she didn’t believe him. “What’s wrong with it?”
    Catherine groaned and buried her face in a hand, shaking her head.
    But he answered her daughter. “The plugs are bad and the points need to be replaced.” He stood up then. “I should leave.”
    Catherine stood up after him and followed him to the door as if she wanted to say something but didn’t know what. He could feel Dana watching them intently and figured she would have been walking in between them if she thought she could have gotten away with it.
    He took his jacket off the hook and put it on, then stepped out onto the porch, sat on the bench and pulled on his boots.
    Catherine was leaning against the door jamb with her arms crossed, watching him. She had one of those wistful smiles he remembered, the kind she had just before he used to grab her and kiss the hell out of her.
    “The rain’s stopped,” was all she said.
    He stood and took two steps to stand near her. He looked down at her face. “I’ve got good timing.”
    “I’m sorry about Dana.” She dropped her arms to her sides. “These teenage years aren’t easy.”
    He nodded, thinking that she was a teenager the last time he’d seen her.
    They stood there like that, not saying anything that mattered. It was as if they were both afraid to say what they were thinking.
    He looked away. “Thanks for the coffee.”
    “Anytime.”
    Neither of them spoke again for a long stretch of seconds. He felt like he was twenty again, standing on the same porch and wanting to touch her so badly he hurt with it. But knowing he couldn’t because her parents were right there on the other side of the door.
    There were no parents this time; it was her children who were watching them, probably listening to them.
    So he didn’t do what he wanted to. He turned and went down the steps and across the lawn. He heard the screen door slam shut.
    “Michael?”
    He turned around.
    She was standing on the porch gripping the wooden railing in two hands and watching him. “I wrote you.
    Several letters.” She waited, as if she wanted him to