Jack drove Glenna along the winding road above the river. Jack pointed below.
“See that little spit of beach?”
“Yes.”
“When I was eighteen, a buddy and I paddled up river by there. We saw a girl in a bikini, maybe a year or two older than us, lying on her side, reading a book.”
“And so?”
“She was so beautiful we stopped paddling and stared. She looked annoyed, as if we’d disturbed her. When we came back down river an hour later, hoping to see her again, she was gone.”
“Your point?”
“She’d be sixty-nine or seventy now.”
“See that little spit of beach?”
“Yes.”
“When I was eighteen, a buddy and I paddled up river by there. We saw a girl in a bikini, maybe a year or two older than us, lying on her side, reading a book.”
“And so?”
“She was so beautiful we stopped paddling and stared. She looked annoyed, as if we’d disturbed her. When we came back down river an hour later, hoping to see her again, she was gone.”
“Your point?”
“She’d be sixty-nine or seventy now.”
