antsy if I werenât straining to hear the conversation playing out between Josh, Nigel, and Peg. What I do know is that, occasionally, Josh glances at me and each time, a cool wave rolls over my ribs.
Mikey, whoâs been hanging back and watching me work, looks like he has a question on his mind. âSo that was kind of you to fix up a couple of rooms like that,â I say to him. âDo you volunteer regularly?â
He shifts. âYeah. A whole bunch of us from church try to do stuff like this. Josh does the most, though.â
âReally? I wonder how he finds the time.â
âCanât always. When heâs staying at the firehouse he canât come, so most of us just wait around until heâs back home.â
âWell, you sound like a great group of people.â
âYeah. Hey, you could come to church. Itâs pretty awesome. You know where it is?â
Back behind River Lane . . . I shake away the random thought. âHm, no, I donât think I do.â
âItâs over on Pines Way. You take Stone Creek to Willows, then youâll make the next left and youâll see it back behind River Lane.â
I look up. âWhat?â
He searches the counter, finds a pen and a brochure. âHere, let me write it down for you.â He doesnât see that my hands have begun to shake so much that Iâve clasped them behind my back. How did I know his church was back behind River Lane? My mind churns, trying to spit out the source of that memory, but all it comes up with is a jumble of meaningless words.
â. . . so itâs real easy once you get the hang of the turns up there near the ridge.â Mikey holds his notes out to me.
âThanks. Iâm not sure when Iâll have the chance to stop in, but now Iâll be able to find it.â I pause. Maybe I should tell him that I have a random memory of the address. Then again, I donât want him thinking Iâm one of those people with mental powers, like Eliza seems to have at times. Instead I accept the brochure, and glance over to see that Josh has just given Peg a hug, and she is turning to leaveâbut not before assessing me one more time. Her mouth is a thin line, and yet her brows knit together, making her eyes look afraid. Did I sound that intimidating? I cringe. Someday Iâd like to learn how to get my point across without drawing blood.
Surprisingly, though, Nigel wears his same benign expression, and Iâm beginning to wonder how and why he does that so well. I turn back to Mikey. âWhatâs the name of your church, by the way?â
âCoastal Christian.â
Somehow, I knew heâd say that.
THAT NIGHT CAMILLE AND I take a walk along the boardwalk that snakes its way along the edge of the coast. While I keep gnawing on difficult-to-recall memories of us as a churchgoing family, Camille chatters on about the drama at the diner this morning. Pegâs sudden reentry into the place had sent both crew and customers scattering, according to Camille, who stayed put to eat her pumpkin-bourbon muffin.
âYou shouldâve seen her, Tara. She was barking and banging pans and shouting out words like âmuesli!â and âbrie cheese!â Oh it was the funniest thing of my life. One guy came in the door, heard the racket, and turned right back around. But poor Holly kept on twisting her hands together and glancing at Jorge and then at me. I was glad to be there for her this morning.â She stops. âLook!â
My gaze searches the darkness for what sheâs found. âI donât see anything.â
âTwo surfers out there in the dark. Can you believe they night surf?â
A month ago my mother was still in the United States, I was waiting for an elusive engagement ring, and traveling to California was still in my âsomedayâ mental file. Now . . . Iâd believe anything. I nod, and we continue walking along the wooden
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