Chapter Twenty Six
Two Months Later
I was sitting in a wicker rocker looking at the waves in the morning light. Loving the morning hours most on the beach, I was glad I was working swing shift at the Aquarium. It was so much quieter there later in the afternoon, and in the evening when the visitors were gone, when I could hear the lapping waves, and the sounds of animals, and the silence of the deep sea.
An upside-down life suited the mood of turning my life around. If I was home evenings, I’d only be thinking of Bryan, not that I didn’t often bring his face to mind, and mull over the prickly parting that had left me without a word from him for two weeks. I didn’t have to lie to drive him away this time, the truth seemed to do an adequate job. If I’d only been less relentless, maybe he
