We left my cousin and his pack, returned the bicycles, and sailed away from the slip unnoticed. Ted and I didn’t watch the scenery on the way back. Instead, we retired to the guest cabin. If you could call it that, I mean. In truth, I’d seen broom closets that were larger. Still, the bed was wide enough for the two of us, if not several inches too short. Meaning, we spooned, my back to his front, legs bent at the knee.
“Can you do it?” Ted asked, once we were several miles down the coast and the boat had rocked us into a semblance of calm.
“Kill Steven?” I asked with a snicker. “I can’t even kill a cockroach. I just give them free reign and ask that they leave my cereal untouched.”
“We could hire an assassin,” he suggested.
Again, I laughed. “Where do we find one of those, Craigslist?
