As if to illustrate my point something happened on the field and people standing on the sidelines beside us cheered. Including Tobias’s mum. What? What did I miss?
When haven’t I been nice?He shrugged. The other day, when you blew me off. You walked off the beach without even saying hello.
Me, not nice? Excuse me? I came to the beach to meet you. Like we’d arranged.He raised one brow skeptically. You were late. Very late. I didn’t think you were coming.So why did you walk off? I know you saw me wave.
Carson picked at the rim of her cup, suddenly tongue-tied. I . . . well, I saw you with someone else and I didn’t want to intrude. She sipped her chai, not wishing to say more.Someone else? His face shifted to reveal his confusion. Then understanding dawned, and that crooked smile slowly eased across his face and his eyes sparked with amusement. Ah, yes. Her.
Carson felt the burn of a blush beginning. She took another sip of her tea.
She’s just someone who hangs out at the beach all the time. She’s a friend.Mamaw fell silent as she thought again of her husband. He had been a dear man but he did, perhaps, love her too much. His love had blinded him, and knowing it, she had taken full advantage when it came to matters concerning their son.
Do you think Edward had, well, given up on Parker? she asked Lucille.No. But I always thought he should’ve given that boy a good whuppin’.
Maybe. Mamaw’s thoughts journeyed down a troubled path as she absently twiddled the diamond on her finger. Maybe he should’ve whupped me, too. He let me get my way too often. Oh, Lucille, I fear that I weakened both the men in my life.That was then, Lucille said. This is now. Just say what you’ve got to say and let the cards fall where they may.