““Where are we going?" "East. To where the sun rises." "Seriously?" He thumped the dash-not too hard-and I actually felt a little burst of warm air. "You've been to Long Beach Island, right?You told me that in an e-mail." "yeah, Surf City." "We have a house in Barnegat Light. I thought we'd go there. We'll have breakfast somewhere and come back. You okay with that?" The beach. In late December. At night. "I'm absolutely fine with it." "So," he said. "So." "We okay?" "I think so," I answered. "I hope we'll be a lot better than that." "Yeah,me,too.””
