No sooner did we arrive at Isla Lobo than we were greeted by Abigail. There was a blur of squeals and excited chatter as she practically swept Celeste off her feet. I took a step to the side, watching with mild disbelief as the pair of women talked. I saw some of my associates every other century, and I didn’t think I ever had this much to say to them. Frankly, the women were talking so fast, I was impressed they could understand each other.
Piers and Gilbert joined soon after, meeting us on the walk up from the dock to my home. “It’s good to see you well,” Gilbert said to me, dipping his head.
Piers cracked a broad smile. “Yes! So glad you decided cliff-jumping was not the hobby for you.” His brother pinched his side. “Ow! Gilbert, please.”
Gilbert gave his twin a deadpan stare. “Do ex
