*Mirabelle*
“Where would you like to go, miss?” Neythen asks over his shoulder.
“The pool,” I say.
“What’s a pool?” Chip asks. His eyes shine with excitement. “Do you mean a fishpond? ’Cause I have seen one of those. I…”
He talks all the way down the stairs and all the way down the path and only stops when we reach the pool itself… and that is because his mouth falls open.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I say, smiling. “Neythen, would you make Chip comfortable right here on this flat stone?”
“It’s so big,” Chip exclaims, and I realize he is looking straight past the pool at the ocean. “I never knew it was so big. All that water… where’s it going?”
“It just goes here and there,” I say.
We sit, the three of us, and watch the waves for a while.
“How old are you, Chip?” I ask.
“Six and
