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“So it’s got good karma,” I said.
“If I agreed with you on that, my aunt would probably throw a lightning bolt down at me,” he said. “But yes. This place calms me.”
“How couldn’t it?” my grandmother said. “Cool ocean breeze. The sound of the waves. It’s very tranquil.”
“Glad you could come, Nana Mama,” Mahoney said. “When was the last time you were at the beach?”
“I can’t remember,” she said, finishing the last ear of corn. “That happens a lot lately. I’ll start the water on the stove.”
I knew better than to argue as she got up. She was heading for the kitchen, her favorite place in any house.
“How bad is Jannie’s break?” Mahoney asked, lighting the charcoal.
“Hairline fracture of one of the metatarsal bones,” I said. “Crutches for two weeks, and a hard walking boot for another three. She can run in two months.”
“Too bad she couldn’t come out.”
“Go to the beach with her stepmom, dad, great-grandmother, and little brother, or hang out with her new friends in the track world and her big brother at college for a night…”
“Enough said.”
We saw Bree and Ali walking back along the path from the dunes. He had a towel around his shoulders and a grin that made me glad to be alive.
“He’s like a dolphin himself,” Bree said, coming up onto the deck. “You should have seen him in the waves out there.”
“Tomorrow,” I said. “First thing.”
Ali started toward the sliding doors, but Mahoney caught him. “Around the corner, there’s an outdoor shower. Get the sand off and dry off before you go in or my lady friend will not be happy.”
“I’ve never been in an outdoor shower,” Ali said.
“It’s life-changing,” Mahoney said and he returned to his grill.
“I’m next,” Bree called to Ali as he rounded the corner.
I went to the cooler and fished us out bottles of cold Old Dominion beer, a Delaware favorite, and opened them.
“I needed this,” Bree said, taking her beer. “A break from everything.”
“I think we all needed this,” Mahoney said.
“We going to meet the mysterious lady friend?” Bree asked.
“Right here!” said a pretty brunette in white pedal pushers, sandals, and a gauzy blue top as she came around the corner with a plate of fresh-baked cookies.
She set down the plate, beamed at us, and said, “I’m Camille.”
“Not lady-friend Camille?” I said.
Camille laughed. “Indeed. Lady-friend Camille.”
“You’re spicing up the party,” Mahoney said.
“I try,” she said, and she shook our hands.
“Ned’s told me so much about you both, I feel like I already know you.”
Camille was a real estate agent in the area, a widow, and as bubbly as they come. She and Ned had met at a local seafood restaurant after they’d both noticed each other eating alone on two consecutive Saturday nights. On the third Saturday, Mahoney went over and showed her his badge.
