Marguerite Mary and the Old Crowd from College
Gregory wasn't quite sure just what he was feeling, but he was pretty sure that another cup of coffee would be a bad idea.
Fate, and the memory of an epic wave and a woman who smelled of apple blossoms and honey, had brought him to this remote island and this raggle-taggle bunch of hopefuls. If they wanted to ride the big board, he would teach them, he supposed.
Nicholas thought of himself as a modest man, with simple tastes really, who lived a life of principle, particularly the principle that "a man's home is his castle."
Some days were harder than others. Trina sometimes felt empty inside; she pasted on a smile and persevered.