He paused for a moment. “Who?”
She pointed at the woman by the pool next door and said, “The Goddess! That’s what Grandpa calls her. He doesn’t know her real name. Every morning, she walks down to the beach and swims across the ocean—right through the waves—to a big boat. Then she eats breakfast out on its deck! It’s like in a movie. Grandpa watches her. Sometimes with binoculars.”
“I bet,” he muttered. “I need to grab some stuff from the shed. Tell your grandma I’ll be back up in a minute, okay?”
“Okay!” she shouted louder than she needed to.
Sean trounced his way down the steps carved out of rock, and then across a gravel pathway to the shed. It was a small, wooden building that couldn’t have had more than eight feet of depth to it. Pinned beneath the wide-stretching branches of two
