Sixteen
Sunday, December 19
Coxen Hole
Eva helped the kids and Clarissa onto the boat while Charlie loaded the duffel bags. But when he went to grab Eva’s trunk, he grunted.
“What’s in this thing? It’s heavy.”
Eva smiled despite herself. “Mel gave it to me. You’ll see.”
“I can’t wait.”
While the rest of them got settled, including Angel with
a makeshift litterbox, Charlie returned to the ice cream cart with Mel’s reusable shopping tote bag. He opened the lid, filled up the bag, then came back down the dock enjoying an orange push-up popsicle. Boarding the Aggressor, he handed the bag to Eva. “I have to drive. Please pass these out to the kids, eh?”
Charlie then turned to Clarissa with a grin on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but she stopped him, her hands on her hips. “Do
