"What are you doing here?" I couldn’t interpret his tone. Maybe the sound of the waves rendered it neutral.
I blinked. It was a silly question. I pointed to my suite, but I didn’t speak.
"It’s Friday. You’re not due here until Sunday."
"I know."
"So—"
"Is there a problem?"
"Well, I… I mean, I’ll be busy arranging things. The shuttle bus, supplies, all that kind of thing." With a certain emotional remove, I noted that there was no mention of the fun things he’d told me he’d be doing with some of his extra time.
I said, "Okay." He looked exasperated. I smiled a gentle smile that, as I think back on it, probably appeared somewhat cryptic. "I’m not here to see you."
"Oh. Well." I couldn’t read the expression on his face.
I turned away from Conroy and walked slowly to my right, moving
