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I just blinked at him for a second and then said, "Um, yeah. I'll have a Dr Pepper."
"Lyle, can we get three Dr Peppers?"
"Sure thing, boss," Lyle answered, and took off on the golf cart.
Daisy's glance at me said, I told you he'd remember, and then she wandered off. Davis didn't seem to notice. There was something sweetly shy about the way he looked at me, glancing at, and then away from, my face, his brown eyes bigger than life through his glasses. His eyes, his nose, his mouth--all his facial features were a bit too big for him, like they'd grown up but his face was still a kid's.
"I'm not sure what to say," he said. "I'm . . . not good at chitchat."
"Try saying what you're thinking," I said. "That's something I never ever do."
He smiled a little and then shrugged. "Okay. I'm thinking, I wish she wasn't after the reward."
"What reward?" I asked, unconvincingly.
Davis sat down on one of the teak loungers, and I sat across from him. He leaned forward, bony elbows on bony knees. "I thought of you a couple weeks ago," he said. "Right when he disappeared, I kept hearing his name on the news, and they would say his full name--Russell Davis Pickett--and I kept thinking, you know, that's my name; and it was just so weird, to hear the newscasters say, 'Russell Davis Pickett has been reported missing.' Because I was right here."
"And that made you think of me?"
"Yeah, I don't know. I remember you telling me--like, I asked about your name once and you said that your mom named you Aza because she wanted you to have your own name, a sound you could make your own."
"It was my dad, actually." I could remember Dad talking to me about my name, telling me, It spans the whole alphabet, because we wanted you to know you can be anything. "Whereas, your dad . . ." I said.
"Right, made me a junior. Resigned me to juniority."
"Well, you're not your name," I said.
"Of course I am. I can't not be Davis Pickett. Can't not be my father's son."
"I guess," I said.
"And I can't not be an orphan."
"I'm sorry."
His tired eyes met mine. "A lot of old friends have been in touch the last few days, and I'm not an idiot. I know why. But I don't know where my dad is."
"The truth is--" I said, and then stopped as a shadow flashed over us. I turned around. Daisy was standing over me.
"The truth is," she said, "we were listening to the radio, heard a news report about your father, and then Holmesy here told me she had a crush on you when you were kids."
"Daisy," I sputtered.
"And I was, like, let's go see him, I bet it's true love. So we arranged for a shipwreck, and then you remembered she likes Dr Pepper, and IT IS TRUE LOVE. It's just like The Tempest, and okay, I'm going to leave you now so you can live happily ever after." And her shadow was gone, replaced by the golden light of the sun.
"Is that--really?" Davis asked.
"Well, I don't think it's exactly like The Tempest," I said. But I couldn't stand to tell him the truth. Anyway, it wasn't a lie. Not all the way. "I mean, we were just kids."
After a minute, he said, "You almost don't even look like the same person."
"What?"
"Like, you were this scrawny little lightning bolt, and now you're . . ."
"What?"
"Different. Grown up." My stomach was kind of churning, but I couldn't tell why. I never understood my body--was it scared or excited?
