put headstones up for Farrs regardless, and that was that—except they didn’t go to Meeting for quite a spell!”
Linda looked around her. At her feet slept generations of seafaring men and women. Behind her, the lilacs they had planted guarded the old wall, built stone upon stone from their rocky acres. Before her, the Bay they loved slapped little waves against ledges they had climbed.
She turned eagerly to Steve. “I hope Dr. Sutton clears away the weeds and tangles. I want the stones to be visible again so sailors on the Sound nowadays can know how much the Farrs loved the sea.”
Steve looked down at her in surprise. He had not expected her to understand why the Farrs lay sleeping as close to the Bay as they could get. “We’ll work on Dr. Sutton,” he said. “Just lilacs and flowers aren’t enough for seafaring people like them.”
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