Lily waved to the mermaid in the pool. “Hasta maÒana!” Then she threw her arms around Myla’s neck and hugged her. “Good night, Myla Mermaid.”
“Good night, sweetheart.”
The girl let go and ran to her mother.
“Good-bye, Myla!” she heard the others call. Myla waved. She looked down at the mermaid in the pool and was suddenly very tired. She wasn’t sure she was up for tomorrow—for her yearly sojourn with George.
The patio door opened and closed. Myla looked up. David. He sat next to her. She put her hand on his back.
“I’m sorry I sprung all this on you,” she said. “You wanted to rest and I gave you us.”
He smiled and took her hand in his.
“Oh!” Myla said. “I felt a spark.”
“Sorry about that,” David said.
“It’s very dry in the desert,”5 Myla said. They were silent for a moment. She lau
