Chapter 11
Ft. Walton Beach, FL
Charles
AFTER PHILIP AND I finally got out of bed, I suggested a morning run along the beach. It was about nine o’clock when we went downstairs, and there was no sign of either Lydia or Harry, so we repeated our run and walk of the day before. We lingered in the shower room only long enough to rinse the sand from our feet and Lance’s fur. When we emerged into the kitchen, we found Lydia and Harry sitting at the counter, drinking coffee. This time, we had our towels tied modestly around our waists.
“Excuse us,” I said, adding, “I think we’ve played this scene already.”
Lydia chuckled at that and said, “You two run on upstairs and get dressed, and I’ll round up some breakfast. I was waiting for you to get back before I started it.”
We went upstairs and s
