about it. But I was like springwater gushing. I couldn't
help it.
"It's no big deal," Cary said almost angrily. "I'd
do it for anyone," he said. "I have to wash up." He hurried past me and up the stairs.
I knew I should be happy; I should feel very
good about it all, but there was a cold chill in the air.
It was as if Cary had left his shadow behind and that
shadow lingered over me, blocking out the sun. The next day at school, Robert announced that
his parents insisted he take off all of Saturday. "They said I haven't had a whole day off since
we all arrived, and since we're ahead of schedule . . ." "That's wonderful. Why don't we have a picnic
on the beach, Cary?" I suggested.
"All right. Here's the plan. We'll do the sailing
lessons late in the morning and then stop to picnic on
the beach around Logan's Cove."
"Logan's Cove? Where's that?" Robert asked.
Cary and I exchanged smiles.
"It's our secret place," I said. "Cary and I named
it Logan's Cove because practically no one else goes
there."
"It's about a half mile north of the bog," Cary
said. "We don't have to worry about tourists bothering
us."
"Oh," Robert said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Sounds secluded. I can't wait."
After our Bible reading at dinner that night,
Daddy paused before cutting the bread and glanced at
me.
"I hear you hope to make your landlubber
seaworthy," he said. I looked at Cary for a hint as to
what Daddy was really thinking, but Cary's face was a