6
The sun had only just climbed above the bluff to strike the beach when Cynthia had ventured out into Day Two of the Redhead Roundup. It was still cool, so she’d worn a light shirt and slacks over her two-piece bathing suit for her walk. She hadn’t particularly noticed the boy and his kite until she’d heard a soft, “Wow!” after she passed him by.
A glance back revealed that his attention was riveted upon her.
She arched her eyebrows at him, but instead of being cowed, he had smiled.
“Sorry, but your hair is gorgeous.”
Cynthia had always tried not to be vain about her hair though she was rather proud of it. The boy’s exclamation made her feel better than all of the pirates’ gropings.
“And now,” she asked, “that you see the face that goes with it?” She didn’t know what prompted her t
