“But is she the type to bash your head in with a winch handle?” I asked.
“Poor Dan,” Sandy said, evading the question. “What a horrible way to go.” She put her hand on the side of her head. “I think I’m getting another one of my headaches.”
“Why don’t you go lie down? I need to get going anyway and find a PFD, whatever that is.”
“I think I will. Come on, Mrs. Moto, want to go take a nap with mama?” The calico stared at Sandy, then jumped off the boat and ran down the dock.
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Although I’m sure I earned plenty of good-calorie karma from sharing the box of pastries with Sandy, I figured it couldn’t hurt to go for a walk on the beach to burn off any residual calories that hadn’t gotten the message about my good deeds. I kicked off my flip-flops and scrunched my toes in the sand. As I
