Chapter 34: Wild PigsWe put on shorts and sat in the sun afterward, drying off, enjoying the feel of Mother Nature beating down pleasantly on our bodies. We watched Noah, who played on a small sandbar at the edge of the water. He crawled around on his hands and knees, building a castle or a fortress, using smooth, flat rocks to scoop out battlements and whatnot. He was already a soft-brown color.
“You can tell he has stunted growth,” Jackson observed.
“A little bit,” I said. “I like to bring him here, let him get some sun and water therapy. He’ll spend all day playing in the water or playing on the sand, just goofing off. It seems to help him. Both of us, actually.”
“It’s nice,” he said.
I retrieved the sunblock and went to Noah, applying a heavy dose to his shoulders, face, chest, and
