Alfred

“So we cooked the flounder and ate every single bite. It was huge, and we were stuffed. It was worse than Thanksgiving. I mean it was better.”
― M.H. Herlong, The Great Wide Sea

“Usually when you’re steering a boat, it’s like steering a car – you aim yourself in the right direction and move the tiller a little this way or that way on keep on course. Occasionally a stronger puff of wind or a sudden wave pushes you off – like a bump in the road or a car that swings too far into your lane. But you correct. You get back on course. And you start again with the little movements. It’s easy. Anyone can do it.”
― M.H. Herlong, The Great Wide Sea

“Gerry breathed loudly and slowly. “Dylan,” he said accusingly, “that was a sad story.”
“Not it’s not. It’s a happy story. It’s about a mom who loved her baby very much.”
“But she’s gone,” Gerry said in a very little voice.
“That doesn’t mean she loves you any less,” Dylan said.”
― M.H. Herlong, The Great Wide Sea

“He was an eleven year old man.
-(inside joke)”
― M.H. Herlong, The Great Wide Sea