Chapter 7In the morning they went down to the shore hand in hand. The sun had come out, though only bashfully, and was playing tag with clumps of clouds. Boats rose and fell with the sea, over in the harbor. The new road stretched out, a beckoning and a welcome. Gull Skerrie wore a different face, but not a bad one. Only new.
Cadence Bell and Jeremiah Carver appeared along the path to intercept them, a paradox of pixie fashion and tall calm height coming up from construction; Cade was rubbing a shoulder, ruefully.
“I told you not to lift it,” Jer was saying, “you know you’re the size of an acorn, and you need your hands. Don’t move those boards without me. Even if they are for your stage. Good morning, Peter.” His eyes took in Peter and Peter’s merman, and the fact that they were holding
