Rigid in posture and facing the sea, the two women sat at opposite ends of the garden bench. Meg, fists at her sides, eyes forward, asked, “I want to know what you thought you were doing?”
Arms tightly crossed over her chest, Lillian hesitated. “I…”
“Breaking the law by swimming out into open water, full of mines!”
“I, I don’t know.”
“You don’t know why you did it or you don’t know why you lied to me about it?” Meg turned to glare at Lillian.
“I didn’t want you to worry.”
Meg’s voice rose. “Is that meant to be a joke? Is that why you nearly drowned yourself? So I wouldn’t worry?
“Meg, don’t upset yourself so.”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare.” Meg raised one index finger then used it to point downhill toward the sea. “You’re the person who stood on that strand and told me that lies make you
