“Maybe we should branch out with more than just bottles? We can leave secret messages everywhere?”
“We should try Orient Point,” he said
“Shall we go next winter when we’re both back home? When we’re both onLong Islandtogether?”
“Yes. We will drive back to Montauk. We will retrace our steps.”
“Only 361 left to go,” I observed.
“You had better start writing…”
I took out an old notebook and began to write.
To Whom It May Concern,
Hello! My name is Crystal Joy Vagnier and I am writing to you from the end ofLong Island…”