ALTHOUGH I’M SURE I earned plenty of good-calorie karma from sharing the box of pastries with Sandy, I figured it couldn’t hurt to go for a walk on the beach to burn off any residual calories that hadn’t gotten the message about my good deeds. I kicked off my flip-flops and scrunched my toes in the sand. As I walked along the water, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Diamond wading. I sat on a piece of driftwood and watched them splash each other playfully. Mrs. Diamond’s pendant glistened as the sun’s rays bounced off it. They walked toward me hand in hand, giggling at some private joke.
“Sorry, were you sitting here?” I asked when I noticed a straw bag with water bottles, sunglasses, and towels propped up against the driftwood.
Mrs. Diamond picked up the towels, handed one to Mr. Diamond, and wrapped
