âI designed a brochure for the boat,â I tell her. âDad took it to Raleigh to see about getting a printer. He thinks itâs pretty good.â
âSo do you want to take over your dadâs boat?â
âI donât know. I donât want to be like Trevor, doing what his dad tells him to do.â
âYouâre better than that,â she says. âYou want something more, even if you donât know what that is. And even if what you want is to run your dadâs boat, it wonât be because thatâs what your dad wants. Itâll be what you want.â
My stomach gurgles and rumbles. Rachel laughs. I sit up and grab my pack, which she has been using as a pillow for the past hour or so. The peanut butter and jelly sandwich I tossed in has become a peanut butter and jelly decal: flat and sticky. Rachel giggles again.
âWanna grab a burger somewhere?â
âSure,â she says.
âI need to run my board home first, but thatâll only take a second. We can just walk to Sandyâs or something, if you want.â
âSounds good,â she says.
We brush the sand off each other and then head back to the house to drop off the board. âWhat time is it?â
Rachel looks at her cell phone. âThree forty-five, and I need to be home by six.â
âGotcha.â We get to my house and stow my board. I run inside to grab my wallet, then we walk the two blocks to Sandyâs Drive-In. We order burgers, onion rings, and chocolate-caramel milkshakes.
âWill you be online tonight?â Rachel asks between slurps of her shake.
âIâll be at Maggieâs tonight, so I donât know. If she says I can, Iâll get on. She usually lets me.â
âHow come youâll be at Maggieâs?â
âDadâs staying in Raleigh overnight. He doesnât want me home alone, âcause I might sneak a girl over or something.â I wink at Rachel, and she smiles.
âAre they seriously getting married?â she asks.
I draw a deep breath. âAbout that,â I say. âYou canât say anything to anyone right now. I shouldnât have even told you. But yeah, I think so. Thatâs why my dad went to Raleigh. To buy the ring. He hasnât officially asked her, though.â
Rachel grins. âI wonât tell anyone. But that is so cool! Are you excited?â
âI donât know. Maggieâs been like my mom for so long now that it sort of seems like getting married is silly. Then again, I havenât lived with her full time, so I donât know what thatâs going to be like.â
âI think itâs great, and I think your dad should have done this a long time ago.â
âYeah. Me, too.â
We finish eating, and Rachel calls her sister to come and pick her up.
âIâll try to catch you online,â I say as she drives away.
I head back to the house and climb the steps just as the phone rings.
âHello?â
âHey, Mike,â Dad says. âI talked to a couple of printers today, and I think we found one we can work with.â He sounds excited. âHe wants you to email what youâve got to him so he can fix it up a bit, but he said it looked like a professional job.â
A grin spreads across my face. âAwesome. Give me his email, and Iâll get it to him.â
âIâll bring it home with me tomorrow.â He clears his throat and then says, âNo girls at the house, right?â
âNot a one, unless you count the twelve I hid in the shower just now.â
âVery funny.â
âHow was the drive up?â
âNo problems. I picked up the ring first thing. It is beautiful, so Maggie better say yes.â Dad chuckles.
âYou got it under control.â
âBe good for Maggie. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
I hang up the phone and decide to play on the computer for a while. While Iâm reading my