Devon paced like a caged animal as Garrett patiently kicked my ass at checkers, and Buddy played in the giant sandbox that was our bed. Our checkerboard was a cleverly woven mat. Small flat stones were the playing pieces for one player, and chunks cut from old coconut helmets for the opponent. Stacking the pieces for kinging was a bit tricky, but we made it work. There wasn’t much else to do on a drizzly day.
“King me,” said Garrett.
I grumbled, but carefully balanced one stone atop the other.
“Devon, will you help me with the moat?” asked Buddy.
“Sorry.” Devon bit the word out without further explanation. Buddy scowled and stared as Devon continued to pace.
Cabin fever was our biggest enemy on rainy days. We all fell prey to it, but none so much as Devon. He did great entertaining Bu
