were going to try to work things out. But now it seems like theyâre not.â
My shoulders tense up. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, my dad just got his own apartment in Manhattan.â She pauses, sniffling. âThatâs how I know.â
âReally?â
âYeah. We found out today. My mom was talking to my grandfather at the kitchen table this morning, and I overheard them. Itâs only a two-bedroom. Calvin and I will have to share a room when weâre there, or one of us will have tosleep on the couch.â She rubs her eye with a sleeve of her sweatshirt. âI wonder how long she was going to wait to tell me. So now Iâm not talking to her.â
It seems as if Claire wants to say more, so I stay quiet and wait for her to continue.
âI didnât even want to come to Dog Beach today, but there wasnât anything for me to do at my grandfatherâs house, and I didnât want to let you down. I donât really want to do anything, but I also donât want to be alone. I canât even explain it. My brain is like a bowl of oatmeal.â
We get to the very edge of the sand, and the water washes over our feet. âWell, I know this wonât really help things, but Iâm glad youâre here.â
I reach out to give her a hug, and she puts her head on my shoulder. âItâs just so unfair. I mean, they always fought and stuff, but I didnât think it would come to this. I thought weâd always stick together.â
âWell, is there a chance itâs just a separation?â I ask. âIt may not be permanent.â
âItâs permanent.â She rubs her eyes some more. âI keep thinking itâs a nightmare, and Iâll wake up and it will be okay. Back to the way it used to be.â
I nod.
âI want to pretend itâs not happening. Am I making any sense?â
âYou are,â I say. âYou really are.â
She looks grateful for the reassurance. âIâm not the kindof person who gives up. So I figured there would always be a way to work it out,â she says.
âYouâre
not
the kind of person who gives up,â I tell her. âYouâre really not. But I guess you donât have control over this.â
I think thatâs the hardest thing in life: not having control over something. Lately, everything seems to be changing, and thereâs nothing I can do about it.
âAnd Calvin seems okay with it,â Claire says. âHe acts like he doesnât care.â
âWell, I mean, maybeââ
Our conversation gets interrupted when Paul and Andi arrive with Atticus and Rascal. The dogs sprint onto the sand and start wagging their tails as soon as they see Marilyn Monroe. Soon all three of them are running back and forth on the beach, as if the moment theyâve been waiting for has finally arrived.
Theyâre exactly like the kids on Seagate Island. Waiting all year for the summer day when theyâre reunited with their favorite friends.
âSo, these two are all set,â Paul tells us. âWe put some extra treats in a little baggie on the bench, but they should be good to go. Thereâs also some dry food in there if they seem to be starving.â
âGot it,â I reply.
Everyone else arrives in the next five minutes: Potato Salad the collie, Tabby the beagle, and a new Portuguese water dog named Oreo.
âSorry Iâm late. I had to bring Asherâs lunch to him at camp. He forgot it.â Bennett runs onto the sand, carrying his flip-flops. Heâs such a good big brother. âSo, everyoneâs here?â
âEveryoneâs here!â I smile. âWell, except Lester.â
As I look at all the dogs on the sand, it feels as if summer has finally started. As if all the days that led up to today were just practice.
âDo you have room for one more?â a plump lady with bright orange hair and a smallish