thinks Harper, if pushed into a confrontation, can take care of himself, but he worries about Isora, who will also follow suit, and whom he doesnât want the police, or anyone, grabbing hold of.
At eight oâclock, Drumgold meets Isora on Main Street Parallel, a narrow dirt road that runs between Main Street and the river. They both hold placards. Isoraâs reads:
Nobody Owns a Beach!
They walk to the end of the Parallel and cut between two empty buildings to Main Street. Itâs deserted, apart from the security guard in front of the post office. They wait until he goes inside and then run behind the post office and hide their placards in a dumpster.
Harper appears from the other direction, his placard under his arm and his coat over its message.
âLetâs see,â says Drumgold.
Harper reveals it with a flourish. It reads:
BARF for the Beach!
Drumgold laughs and applauds.
Isora says, âDoes it make sense?â
âItâs the impact that counts,â says Harper.
He stashes his placard with the others and they stroll to Alâs.
Sheâs just opening and says, âReady for the march?â
âItâs a secret â us doing it,â says Isora.
âI know that,â says Al. âYou know you can trust me.â
She makes them her Saturday Breakfast Special â fried egg and a sausage patty in a bun, with home fries â and they linger over it until nearly ten oâclock. By then, Al is busy preparing breakfast for three other customers. She winks at the friends as they leave and whispers, âGood luck.â
Outside, Drumgold looks towards the post office and says, âThereâs nobody there.â
âItâs not ten yet,â Isora points out.
âYouâd think at least Lully would come,â says Harper.
âHeâs away again,â says Isora. âIâm looking after George.â
Drumgold wonders what he really expected to see. As he worked at his placard, heâd imagined a crowd gathering for the demonstration, waving signs and chanting, âFree the Beach!â before parading triumphantly down Main Street and along the highway to the Old Beach Road, Sgt. Chase and Camera Woman watching uneasily. Heâd imagined the marchers arriving at the cottage, milling around the gates, Droopy and Diamond Head watching anxiously from inside the grounds, the chanting growing louder, the sudden quiet as Sgt. Chase tries to move the marchers on and they follow Drumgoldâs example and sit in front of the gates, barring exit and entrance.
But of course no-one is there. He remonstrates bitterly with himself for his expectation that anyone would care enough to protest.
Isora says, âAt least someone read our posters.â
She points. Sgt. Chase is pulling in beside the post office. Hedrives around the back, past the dumpster, and pulls up in the loading bay on the other side of the building. Camera Woman is with him.
âRead them â and took them down, I bet,â says Drumgold.
âIf no-one shows up except us, itâll be obvious weâre the ones making a fuss about the beach,â says Harper. âThen weâll be the only ones who get in trouble.â
Keeping the post office between themselves and Sgt. Chase, and waiting until the security guard, who is now pacing in front of the building, is looking away, they cross the street and hide behind the dumpster.
Itâs after ten oâclock and still thereâs no sign of any marchers.
Fifteen minutes later, Harper asks, âHow long shall we give it?â
âWe may as well give up now,â says Drumgold. âNo-oneâs going to come.â
âWhat about our placards?â Harper asks.
âLeave âem,â says Drumgold.
They cross Main Street and are about to slip down to the Parallel when Isora says, âWait.â Ed, a shopping bag in one hand, is shuffling into the road around the post office. He
Landon Dixon, Giselle Renarde, Beverly Langland