10
“It was a kiss that I’ll never forget. A girl never forgets her first real kiss, no matter how old she is,” Cynthia said the last to Skylar who only blushed in return. Young girls were kissed and plenty more these days, but by that blush she’d guess that Skylar still hadn’t found the right man to make a memory which lasts a lifetime.
Thomas had settled her into a folding lawn chair and sat in another. He held the portfolio as he and his son Simon looked down at the painting within.
“Jerome finished the kite on the beach knowing he had no way to take it home once he had glued it together. It only flew that one day. As the sun set in the waves, right there,” Cynthia pointed out to sea, “he cut out the painting and gave it to me.”
Simon glanced up at the sky where the mermaid—where sh
