making an oval Formula One track in the sand, shored up with rocks and more sand and with a round hill in the middle to discourage the crabs from getting off course.
I havenât played like this at the beach for a long time â probably since my parents took me when I was a kid. Weâd make huge sandcastles. The bigger the better. Dad and I were the builders and Mom was the decorator. She searched the beach for small black pebbles or white shells while we put up the walls and towers and drawbridge. When it was finished, Iâd put a stick through the top as a flagpole and weâd eat lunch and watch the sea come in and wash the foundation away.
Libby stands back from the oval track and smiles at me. âI think itâs ready.â
âWait.â I get on my knees and reach over the trackâs short wall. I trace a line with my finger in the sand. âWe need a starting line. Right?â
âGreat. Now, how many should be in the first heat?â
âHeat? Is this the Olympics?â
Libby looks at me like Iâm an idiot. âI have done this before. Trust me. Weâll have to do a few heats. If we put them all on the track, itâll be a free-for-all and a big mess.â
âOf course. Stupid me.â
âSo, I say we start with five.â She reaches into the bucket.
âDo you want to make lanes too? And we could put little numbers on their backs.â
âDonât take it so seriously, Jakob. Itâs just fun.â
I stare at her with my mouth open. âUh, yeah. Was that not clear from my sarcasm?â
She fake-flings a crab at me, making the same open-mouthed face I did. âUh, yeah, Jakob. Didnât you know I could be sarcastic too?â
I donât really know what to say to that, so I reach into her bucket and pull out the biggest crab, which pinches me on the finger. He drops into the track and scuttles along the base of the hill.
âHead start â no fair,â Libby says. âWe need to choose five and start them together.â
âFine. You do it.â I squat beside the track and fold my arms across my knees.
âI can see you havenât done this before,â she says again, reaching into the bucket with both hands and bringing out four crabs.
âAnd youâre some kind of expert crab racer?â
She puts the crabs near the starting line, grabs a stick and sweeps them all in the same direction. For a moment, it works. They all skitter away from the stick. Then a couple decide they want to go backwards and two more attack each other. âI used to do this with my dad,â she says.
âI didnât even know you had one,â I say. âDoes he live here?â
âCalgary,â she says.
âSo you donât see him much?â
She shakes her head, eyes on the crabs, which sheâs still poking forward with the stick. One is actually making progress around the track. My big one is almost at the top of the hill, waving a claw around.
âWhatâs he like?â Iâm not sure why Iâm asking. Maybe because Iâd never thought about Libby having a dad, or Soleil having an ex-husband.
She shrugs. âHe has the same colour hair as me. He plays guitar in a band. He has a new family, though. He got married two years ago and had a baby.â
âHave you seen them?â
âOnce. The baby was kind of cute, but he drooled everywhere.â
For someone who wouldnât shut up the past few days, she isnât saying much now. âDoes he know about your art?â I ask, thinking this might be something sheâll get more excited about.
The first crab makes it back to the starting line, thanks to Libbyâs prodding. She picks it up and puts it in the bucket.
âYou should send him some,â I say. âI bet heâd like to see what youâve been drawing.â
âI have,â she says. âTwice. And he didnât say
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