nevertheless in her thoughts, and that she was in for a fortnight of torturous loneliness. Nobody was here to share the absurdities or the hot sun or the rather frightening birds and plants, yet she would know exactly how theyâd have reacted to everything here and what they would have thought of it all. She would have their commentaryâimagined, yes ⦠but startlingly realistic in her mindâwithout any warm-bloodedness or laughter she might have shared had she had the sense to bring any of them along in person. Sheâd gotten the wrong impression about the locals from the taxi driver whoâd driven her at night from the airport. He was from Kentucky and had moved here to look after his parents. His mother could no longer cook or remember anything and his father had both hips replaced but it wasnât going well ⦠yet in spite of this the taxi driver, Callum Tyree, possessed an air of real easygoing friendliness, even happiness. He was happy this fare was taking him over the causeway from Fort Myers to Sanibel. âWhen Iâve dropped you off,â he said, âIâm not gonna go back to work right away. Iâm gonna take a ride around the island. Youâre gonna love it there ⦠just watch out for the alligators.â â⦠really?â âI believe,â he said slowly, âa lady got eaten last year by an alligator on Sanibel. Didnât get away fast enough.â âAre alligators fast?â âThey can sprint. Probably she had something wrong with her, that lady. Probably she couldnât get up and run all that fast, for some reason.â He fell into silence and she noticed he was not an aggressive driver. He let other drivers cut in front of him and he hung back until the way was easy again. âI found a boat on Craigslist for two thousand five hundred ⦠thinking of buying it and living on it.â âI always loved houseboats.â âGot a buddy moored off Sanibel with the shrimp boatsâdoesnât even have sails. Boatâs just an old wreckâwhen he wants something in town he goes ashore in a rowboat. You can live almost for free if you got a boat like him.â âA person can still do that?â âSure.â âMmm ⦠I wouldnât mind ⦠bobbing on the water, being rocked to sleep ⦠you can stay out there for free?â âIf you want you can pay a hundred and fifty dollars for a mooring and thatâll get you electricity and a shower â¦â They stopped at a convenience store so she could buy breakfast things for the cottage in the morning. He came in with her and bought a bag of chips and stood munching them while she found apples and eggs. The store did not have an onion in it. They met at the last aisle in front of a display of straw hats. âThis one here,â he picked up a dramatic number furled at the sides, âis a real Kentucky hat.â âIâd like to see you put it on.â He sported it for her. âLooks pretty good.â Theyâd gone on like that for the rest of the ride, and when he pulled up outside the pitch black cottage areaâthere were no streetlights so as not to disorient migrating birdsâhe got out of the car to make sure she found her key and got in all right. It was one of those vacation rentals where the owners are offsite. Her bike was waiting for her under a tree that had orange flowers all over it. The cottage was simple as sheâd hoped, advertised as an old-style Florida beach cottage. The interior walls were pale blueâthere was a writing desk, a bed, a two-burner stove and a little kitchen table and fridge. Because it was a bit like the kind of simple living arrangement she imagined his friend had on the boat with no sails, she asked Callum Tyree as he hovered near the taxi if heâd like to look in at it. âIâd suggest,â he said, âputting your bike inside for