The morning light poured over the island like warm honey. Eliot knelt in the sand outside the Kid's Paradise hut, tying Liam's Velcro sandals for the third time.
"Remember the rules", he said, voice still rough from sleep. "Stay where the nannies can see you, no running into deep water alone, and if you need me..."
"I know, I know, go to any grown up with a walkie talkie and say code Red Liam", The boy rolled his eyes with theatrical flair. "You tell me every day, Papa".
Eliot grinned, "Because every day you try to invent new ways to break them",He says. Liam bounced on his toes. "Can I tell you again about the pretty lady?",Liam asked.
For the last two days it had been the same chorus about the pretty lady with sad eyes, the pretty lady who looked like a angry mermaid, the pretty lady
