By not asking too much, you can believe in almost anything..like..a starry night in the mountains, or even the existence of fate.

Summer-induced stupidity. That was the diagnosis.

When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person.

...Promises are more dangerous then secrets.

My skin prickled and I looked back at the ocean. None of us ask for the things we inherit they are thrust upon us, willy-nilly. Like The Marine, I suddenly understood. Mom and I weren't trespassing. This house was ours. This view was ours. And that seemed as absurd and unreal as the stories Sailor Hat had spun for me on the ferry.

I watched the land for as long as I could, until it disappeared behind its shawl of mist, and until I had it fixed in my mind - unchanged, mysterious and beautiful

It struck me then how much the past - not just the past but history and family - was like the ocean tide. It was always the same ocean, but the waves made it fresh and new each time.

Come find me, Leo put in, his gaze full of understanding. Whenever you want. I'll be here.

I couldn't think. The basics of my life seemed altered and thrown into question. After all, our families--our ancestors--are our identities. Biology is destiny. I'm not who you think I am, I had said to T.J. the last time I'd seen him. Maybe I wasn't who I'd thought I was either.