The following day, Janey drover her mother’s car—her car now, if she’d simply sign the title and send it into the DMV—around the Point and down to the south side of Nantucket. The downtown area sat nearly directly across Viola Martin’s house, which defined the older estate homes in the Wainscott neighborhood of the island.
“This is a mansion,” Janey murm…
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