Lucy
In the heat of the afternoon, when the fishermen dozed in their rooms, the Miller boys had a break from their chores. So every day after lunch, I waited at the edge of the forest beside the Millers’ wooden toolshed until Matthew wandered down, his hands in his pockets.
We always played in the woods – never by the water, up at the creek, or past the Davies house where the rope swing hung. We knew there was something illicit about our friendship, so we were secretive. Anyone who saw Matthew serve my ice cream would think we were just Thomas Evans’s daughter and the Indian boy whose family ran the lodge, but as soon as we vanished beneath the leafy canopy, we crossed the boundaries between us and became fellow explorers in a land that was ours alone. We went places Lilith and I never h
