By Allie Conti.
The fishing club’s newest member had slept through her alarm and was now speeding through Queens toward the beach in the predawn light. Gypsea Star was supposed to debark at 5 a.m., almost half an hour earlier, and if the anglers weren’t able to beat the other boats to the bay for their first trip of the season, she would be to blame.
It was not a very good first impression.
“I’m already a stereotype, being the one female that’s late,” Julie Gomez said when she finally climbed aboard. Her 10-year-old daughter, Elyse, was with her. “I’m so bad.”
The men on board poured black coffee, eyed the chicken cutlet sandwiches someone had brought for the group’s lunch or pretended to sleep.
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