the water and it scrambled out of her grasp before she had quite let go. Without looking back once the turtle took off, swimming just as fast and gracefully as the turtle Clare had spotted on the other side of the cove. She was gone in an instant.
âGood luck, Sweetheart!â cried Clare.
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Clare helped Richard with the other two terrapins, and then she released them both into the bay. One was a male and the other was a female. The male was missing a back leg.
âCould have been bitten off by something or gotten caught in netting or rope and then he gnawed it off himself.â
âThatâs horrible,â said Clare.
Richard shrugged. âIt happens. If turtles get tangled on something underwater they can drown. If theyâre desperate to get up to air theyâll do anything. And this guy looks as if heâs survived OK.â
The female had been captured and marked before, #721. Later, back at the house, they went to Richardâs study. Richard pulled up a chair so Clare could sit next to him at the desk and they could look at the screen together. They entered all the information about Eleanor and the male terrapin. They checked out #721 and found she had been tagged six years before and captured again a year ago after laying eggs on Blackfish Island.
âWhat happened to the nest?â
Richard flipped to a new screen on his computer and scrolled down. âWe marked it and put a cage protector on it, but it seems the eggs didnât survive.â
âWhy not?â
âIn this case, probably beach grass,â he said. âThe roots seek out moisture and nutrients and basically suck the eggs dry.â
âYouâre kidding!â cried Clare.
âNo,â said Richard. âThe grass roots are as dangerous as any predator. Thatâs why we need those bare sandy places, those eroded dunes.â
âWhat about Eleanor?â asked Clare. âSheâs going to be laying her eggs soon. What about her nest?â
âWe do whatever we can for every nest we can find,â said Richard. âThatâs the best we can do.â He started shutting off his computer.
Clare sat there for a moment watching the screen go dark. Then her eyes moved to the photograph in the frame behind it.
âThatâs us, isnât it?â she asked, pointing.
Richard lifted the photo and set it closer to them on the desk. He nodded. âThat was taken when you were here,â he said. âIt was always a battle to get Vera to come. She called it âroughing itââthough we had hot water and indoor plumbing. Her idea of an island was Manhattan.â
âWho took the picture?â
âMy motherâyour grandmother. She was always so happy to have us visit.â
âI donât remember her at all,â said Clare.
âIâm sorry about that,â said Richard. âShe would have loved to have known you the way you are now, all grown up.â
âI donât really think of myself as all grown up,â said Clare.
Richard laughed. âYou know something, I donâtthink of myself as all grown up, either. Especially now living in this house, where Iâd spent so much time as a kid.â
âDo you have other old photos?â asked Clare. âPhotos from back then?â
âIâm sure there are some old albums around,â said Richard. âIâve never had occasion to dig them out, but I suppose itâs the right time for that, while youâre visiting, isnât it?â
Clareâs eye moved to the other photograph on the desk. She felt the wave of jealousy come over her as it had when sheâd first seen it. She wanted to tip the frame so the photo would be facedown on the desk, so whatever kid it was who had been part of her fatherâs life when she had been exiled from it would be staring into the dark wood. But her curiosity was too strong. She reached for the photo and set it
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