It’s a beautiful day in Edgartown, where I have come for rest and repose and rewriting, I suppose. Or new writing, with fingers crossed and breath held until I turn purple. I am in the reference room of the much-beloved library now, under the big Boston Fern, looking out toward Chappaquiddick, where my next adventure will take place. Thankfully, summer is not letting go of the Vineyard this year. Even the channel from here to Chappy quietly, respectfully, waits for the tourists to leave. The only sign that fall is approaching is the MOUSE in the place I am renting. We have been having a war of wills since my arrival on Saturday. So far, he is winning. Stay tuned.