Vance said quietly.

“He spent twenty years making certain that when you finally stood in this exact spot, it would belong to you.

We stood together at the railing for a while, Mr.

Vance and I, not speaking, watching the gray water throw itself against the rocks below, and I found myself thinking about the word home, and how strange and large it had become.

For most of my life I had not really had one, not in the deep sense.