I walked to the dunes to look for them. They
weren't there, either.
Climbing to the top of a sand dune, I looked around. Two big, white
clouds drifted across the deep blue sky, pushed by the wind. The wind
rustled the high reeds along the ridge, and they sounded like whispers.
A black and white gull flew low above the water, swooped, rose with a
fish in its beak, and flapped up and away.
I looked out toward the horizon and saw a sailboat dipping across the
waves. It was outward bound toward the islands. It looked like the
sailboat that belonged to Suzanne's and Roger's parents. Suzanne and
Roger must have decided to go sailing that day, and took their Mom and
Dad along for company.
I looked for them each morning for the rest of the week, but they hadn't
returned. I supposed they were having a long vacation.
Finally, this morning, when I arrived at Three Palms, Suzanne and Roger
were there, waiting for me.
'Hello, Suzanne. Hello, Roger,' I said. 'It's good to see you back. I
missed you.'
'Oh, we' re glad to be back at Three Palms,' said Suzanne.
'We sure are,' Roger added.
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