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sunset, one of lions lounging in the Serengeti, and yet another of the view from the top of the Eiffel Tower.
    â€œI worked in Paris for quite a while shooting fashion models for magazines,” he said. “In my younger days.”
    â€œIt must have been incredible to travel the world and see all these sights,” Marisol said. “I wish I could.”
    â€œIt was quite an adventure,” Mr. Hammond reflected. “But now I’ve retired and hung up my cameras.” He seemed sad. “I’m older now. That’s all behind me.”
    â€œYou must miss it,” Marisol said. “I don’t know how you could ever give this up.”
    â€œAre you a photographer?” he asked, changing the subject.
    â€œOh, just an amateur one,” she said, showing him a few photos on her phone. “Besides, I’m applying to college this year.”
    â€œThose are pretty good.” He nodded. “You have real talent. If you’re interested, I know some people at the Los Angeles Film School, where I went. I could put in a good word for you. They have an amazing photography department.” He handed her his business card from his wallet.
    â€œThat’s so kind,” she said. “But my mother has her heart set on me going to medical school one day.”
    â€œAnd what is your heart set on?” Mr. Hammond asked.
    â€œPhotography does seem very exciting,” Marisol said, thinking out loud. “I just don’t know if I can…”
    â€œYou see this?” He showed her a picture of a dolphin flying high above the waves off the coast of Oahu. “My editor told me to get this shot. I said, ‘I don’t know if I can.’ And he told me, ‘You can…but are you willing to do what it takes?’”
    He patted Marisol on the back. “I put the same question to you.”
    Jenna found Mr. Hammond and Marisol talking in the hallway. “Here you go,” she said, handing him a white chocolate cupcake. “Thanks again for letting us crash our cupcakes overnight.”
    â€œMy pleasure,” he said, taking a lick of the frosting. “Happy to help out. Nice meeting you all and reminiscing.”
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    All the way home, Marisol seemed absorbed in thought. She stared ahead at the road and said nothing.
    â€œYou and that photo guy seemed to hit it off,” Jenna commented. “What were you talking about all that time?”
    â€œStuff,” Marisol said simply.
    â€œWhat sort of stuff?” Jenna asked.
    â€œJust stuff. It’s none of your beeswax.”
    Jenna shrugged. “Well, you can think about your stuff all you want. The only thing I’m thinking about is setting sail on our cruise Sunday morning.”
    â€œMaybe I’ll bring my camera,” her sister said suddenly. “Do you think we’ll see any dolphins?”
    Jenna just couldn’t figure Marisol out these days! “Dolphins? Since when do you care about dolphins?”
    â€œThere’s a lot I care about,” her sister insisted. “You and your friends have your cupcakes, but what do I have?”
    â€œAmazing grades, for one thing,” Jenna said.
    â€œI mean something that makes me really happy. Something I can get excited about.”
    â€œI’d get excited if I had straight As,” Jenna said. She couldn’t understand why Marisol seemed so worked up.
    They pulled up in front of their home, and Marisol shut off the car’s lights. “Please don’t say anything to Mami or Leo,” she pleaded. “I’m just being silly.”
    Jenna promised, but she had a hunch that Marisol wasn’t being silly at all. She was being very serious.

Bright and early Saturday morning, Jenna came downstairs to eat breakfast. There was no time for sleeping late: she had last-minute packing to do for the cruise the next day.
    â€œI’m not sure how much sunscreen to bring.” She