AS I WALKED THROUGH the marina parking lot, I heard a horn. I turned and saw Penny pulling into a spot in a pink convertible.
“Mollie, perfect timing,” she said as she hopped out and locked up her car. “Why don’t you come with me to my boat, and I’ll loan you an introductory sailing book.”
“Sure,” I replied, pushing my sunglasses back on my head.
“What happened?” She pointed at the big bump on my forehead.
I hesitated. I wasn’t sure how close she was to Jack and Sandy. What if she thought I was imagining things like everyone else did?
“Mollie, did you hear me?” she asked.
“Sorry, yes, I heard you. I got hit in the head last night when I was out walking on the trail by the beach.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. The doctor said there was nothing wrong, other than this bruise and the lump
