They decided to just take things as they come.
And Sunny?
Sunny's out there, he thinks as he watches the sun going down. What a future-all the places she'll go now, all the oceans she'll see, the waves she'll ride. It's her world now, all of it, and who knows if one of those waves will ever bring them together again.
“Here,” Petra says. She gets up and hands him the cutting board. Boone slides the chopped mango and onion into a bowl, then adds some lime juice, a little jalapeсo, and a handful of cilantro and mixes it all up.
Then he takes the tortillas off the grill, lays a piece of fish on each one, then spoons a generous dollop of the fresh mango salsa over the fish.
“Dinner's ready, guys!” he says.
He hands a taco to Petra.
“God, that's won derful,” she says.
Boone serves the tacos, then takes a moment to look at the ocean, the setting sun, the long beach.
This is his beach, his world.
His friends.
His family.
“As I've always said…” he pronounces.
Everything tastes better on a tortilla.
