Every year, I try to put together a holiday story that will remind all of us about the gifts that don’t require a bow or fancy wrapping. This year, my imagination sailed a real boat out to Brenton Island—and unlike most of my fiction, the year is not firmly fixed. That allowed me to conveniently mix fact with fiction, without including spoilers for any of my books (even those not yet published).
This story is narrated by one of my favorite characters, and it’s not terribly long. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed its creation!
Thanks for the invaluable gift of your time this past year, and for following along with my crazy thoughts about Where Books Meet Boats.
I’ll let Mack take it from here.
Read Eve of Cooperation