Chapter Twenty-Nine
Why?
Leetia sat alone on the couch in her living room with the lights off. Andrew had been in bed a few hours. Art was still out fishing—he’d be back that coming Sunday. She watched the moonlight twinkle on the surface of Esther Bay. The tracks of her tears had dried.
She ran her finger around and around on the top of her wine glass. She really wished Art was home, but she’d decided not to radio him and tell him the news—out on the ocean, men had enough to think about just trying to survive. The news could wait until Sunday—but oh how she wished he were home to hold her.
Leetia woke at 7:30 Saturday morning. She sat up and looked out the sliding door. It was kind of foggy. When she stood up, she could see Andrew sitting on the beach down below the house a bit east o
