Danny was in love. But Terri, she didn’t want to be no fisherman’s girlfriend, no fisherman’s wife. “I can’t live all the way down here,” she said. “It’s a half hour,” Danny said. “Forty-five minutes,” Terri said. She was so attached to her family, her friends, her hairdresser, her church, her block, her neighborhood. Terri was a Dogtown girl and always would be, and Goshen was okay for a few weeks in the summer but she could never live there, especially with Danny gone for nights at a time and her worried whether he was coming back. And it was true, Danny knew, that boyfriends and husbands
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