Mamaw didn’t laugh. These midsummer storms can be surprisingly strong. They can pack a punch. I’ve lived through too many of them not to take each one seriously. Last summer Tropical Storm Debby wiped out our dunes. Cut them clean away. She clapped her hands together, rousing the group to action. Girls, plans or no plans, today we have to prepare for this storm. We must take all the cushions inside, put anything light or loose that can be picked up by the wind into the garage. Harper, all your garden tools have to be put away. We don’t want anything to become a missile in the wind and break a window. We can’t be too careful.
Found you! Dora exclaimed, stepping down to the lower floating dock. What are you doing out here all alone?Love some. Harper patted the dock beside her.
Harper caught the scent of Dora’s floral perfume as she settled beside her and slipped her legs into the black water.Seems strange to be out here without Carson, Dora said.Yeah. I half expect to see Delphine pop her head out of the water. Poor Delphine . . . In her mind’s eye she saw the sweet smile of the dolphin and felt a prick of conscience for what the consequences of their actions had cost it.
When is Carson due back? she asked Dora.Not sure. Tomorrow or the day after.
I saw on the weather report there’s a tropical storm brewing off the coast of Africa and the computer models say it will head our way.
Please . . . Dora said with a wave of her hand. Whenever there’s any disturbance from that direction, the weathermen go wild, stirring us up into a frenzy. I swear they’re disappointed if the storm veers off. I don’t pay any of the warnings any mind until it’s hugging our coast.He seemed friendly enough with your cousins, I said as we reached my bike where I’d hidden it behind some bushes.
Remy made a snorting sound. Little ones think he funny. When they grow older they not like him so much.Yeah, everything looks different when you grow up. I strapped on my helmet and grabbed the bike’s handlebars to stand it up. By the way, I’ve been keeping an ear out and no one’s mentioned the bile. I think we’re safe. But we should probably lay low for a while.
Okay. We wait some time before we make more trade.We’ll have to wait a few months, maybe longer I reminded him. For someone wise in so many ways, Remy knew very little about technology or the resourcefulness of humans. He did not understand that someone determined enough could track trade patterns in this area. I’d used the bile twice as currency and I always tried to be as vigilant as possible, trading only with Malloy. But there was no telling who was paying attention out there.