Chapter 26: Thunderstorm
Two minutes after my shared hug with Bernie and I inquire, “Are you afraid of thunderstorms?”
“Not in the least. I actually like them.”
“What about the lightning?”
“Light shows entertain me.”
“Good,” I say, and pull him out of the bedroom, through the living room, and end up outside with him. We stand next to Brett’s ATV in the cottage’s front yard. I see the keys dangle from its ignition on the handlebars, climb on, and tell Bernie, “Get on behind me. I want to find something with you.”
He listens, jumps on the vehicle, and straddles me from behind. His grip is solid and unyielding, which I find comforting and soothing. “Where are we going?”
“There’s supposed to be a cemetery on the center of the island. I don’t know if it’s real or not, but I’d like to try
