didnât bother with a cap. As she came down the steps, a towel over one arm, she glanced toward Cabin Six. Caraâs white car was gone. The green bicycle rested on its kickstand. A solitary figure stood on the deck behind Cabin Six.
Annie was halfway to the line of palmettos when she stopped. She turned to look. The deck behind Cabin Six was no longer visible. But she knew what sheâd glimpsed in her peripheral vision, a thin, forlorn, too-alone woman staring out at the marsh, shoulders drooping, a picture of defeat and sadness.
Annie wanted a quick dip, a plunge that would refresh her for a festive evening. She had no time or energy to waste.
A long-ago memory bobbed, bright as a beach ball bouncing in the sun, her motherâs sweet and thoughtful voice when Annie had sloughed away a phone message from a too-earnest, too-plump, too-hungry-for-friendship girl in her class: âDonât pass by on the other side.â Annie returned that call and discovered a bright, sweet, kind girl whoâd grown to be a charming woman whose friendship Annie still treasured.
Duane had asked Annie to look out for the girl in Cabin Six. Duane had known sadness. Ingridâs kindness had lifted him up.
Annie turned and walked slowly toward Irisâs cabin. It was all well and good to offer understanding. Yet, what right did Annie have? She was a stranger. How could she help Iris? What was she going to say? She skirted around the side of the cabin. The nutrient-rich scent of the marsh was pungent and wonderful to Annie though outlanders sometimes called the smell a stench. The tide was out. Fiddler crabs swarmed on the chocolate brown mudflat. Egrets stepped high, beaks flashing to snatch a crab.
Iris heard the crackle of the oyster shells. She turned. Thelate afternoon sun wasnât kind to her sallow, worn face, emphasizing dark shadows beneath her eyes.
Annie reached the steps to the deck. âHey, Iris.â Silence fell. Feeling uncertain and intrusive, Annie forced a smile. âIâm going to take a swim in the pool and wondered if youâd like to join me.â
âA swim?â Iris spoke as if the words were strange.
Annie was suddenly certain it had been a long time, measured both in time and emotion, since Iris had slipped carefree into the inviting blue waters of a swimming pool.
Irisâs thin face held an instant of eagerness, then the light in her eyes faded. She massaged one wrist. âThanks. But Iââshe stared down at the old planksââI guess pretty soon Iâll ride my bike for a while.â
It was a lame excuse.
Annie understood only too well. She knewâno one betterâthat Iris had no swimsuit. âPlease join me. I hate to swim alone. I know youâre only here for a few days and you may not have a swimsuit with you. Ingridâsheâs the lady you rented from Wednesday night and Iâm helping out while sheâs gone to be with her sisterâhas a stack of suits in theââAnnie caught herself in time from saying the one-piece suits were in the snack shop. Sheâd be sure and remove the sale price if Iris agreedââoffice and theyâre for guests who forgot to bring a suit. Iâll run and get one for you.â Annieâs smile was warm. âThe water will be perfect.â
Iris stared for a moment like a child offered an unexpected gift. Her sudden smile was shy. âThat would be very nice.â
Chapter 5
T he water was perfect, not too warm, not too cold. With her dark hair sleek against her head, Iris looked younger and almost carefree.
Annie concluded, ââ¦and I inherited the bookstore from Uncle Ambrose. Max followed me to the island.â Sheâd run away from New York and Max because she cared too much. She was sure they didnât belong together. Max was rich; she was poor. Max was laid-back and casual; she was intense and hardworking. Max enjoyed subtleties; she was
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