As the weeks passed, he began feeling more himself. He wasn't so reclusive, he spent time talking to people, getting to know them. He still couldn't cook worth a damn, though he opted to keep a few frozen pizzas around the Reef Bungalow. By now it had been fully furnished, decorated and fixed. Sometimes he had to double check to make sure it was the right house.
Melody had chosen a colour scheme of various blues, greens and yellows. It was beachy, she'd said. She stayed over almost all the time. And his self-consciousness over his disability faded more and more each day. No one really gave it a second glance.
Tourist season came and went, and to Dave's great surprise, he got his Chevy going again. He worked, he socialized and sang at Smuggler's Dive. He was starting to feel like he'd nea
