the whole wide world, right, Frankie? We practically live here in the summer, when weâre not stuck at Grandpa Harrisâs stuffy old club.â
âRight!â Frankie answers. âWhen weâre not stuffed at the club.â
Mrs. Schyler laughs. âFrankie sure loves the water. Well, look at me telling you things you already know. Thatâs half the reason we found you, isnât it?â She winks when she says this last part, making me wonder vaguely what the other half of the reason is. âI try to be a good mother, spend the days with him when I can . . . When I have the right kind of energy for the job.â She looks at the water and sighs. âI used to have a lot more energy.â
âShe needs lots of energy because I am a water rat!â Frankie says proudly.
Mrs. Schyler looks at him. âYou, my love, are a Tasmanian devil. Anyway, we were about to have a snack. Would you like to join us, Francesca?â She unzips a cooler and takes out a juice box and a bag of pretzels, revealing a narrow green bottle underneath. The label has a pretty drawing of a black swan. Her eyes dart to mine, then away.
She rips open the pretzel bag and several brown knots go flying onto the sand. âIs okay, right?â Frankie says quickly, his eyes searching his motherâs to make sure. âBecause we have much more pretzels than we need.â Frankie pushes the truck through the sand, using the digger to scoop the fallen pieces. âIn the summer, we come here lots of days,â he says, âeven before I was born. Lots and lots of days. Because I liked to come here even when I was still in Mommyâs tummy. Then I would kick so hard to come out so I could meet my daddy and swim.â He looks at Mrs. Schyler for approval.
âItâs true. He loves that story.â She pushes a pretzel closer to Frankie with her toe. He scoops it and drops it into the hole. âHow, when my due date got close, Iâd come here and walk and walk and walk, trying to make Frankie drop down.â
âReally?â I ask, confused.
âNot literally drop down, but into the birth canal, you understand? I was huge by then, and a few days overdue, and he would go crazy the minute we reached the salt air. As if he could feel it from all the way inside here.â She pats her stomach, and Frankie nods in agreement. âYou could see him, like some strange alien, poking his elbows and knees out everywhere, big lumps protruding from my belly.â Sheâs smiling, but her voice turns sad. âOf course, his daddy was home on leave, and, boy, how my lumpy belly would keep him entertained.â
Frankie drives his truck up onto my leg and parks it there. âBecause they letted him come home to see me get born, right, Mama? Out on special distance station.â
âDispensation.â Mrs. Schyler laughs. âNot distance station, Frankie. Anyway, yes, right.â
âAnd so my daddy was here, and I liked how we all comed here to swim. Right on the day I was born! And both of you swimmed, and I was still in your belly, so I swimmed, too, so the water would help rush me out to my daddy before he had to go back to his work. And it did, right? Because that was the night I was born!â Frankie throws his arms in the air in a big finish.
Mrs. Schyler says, âI swear, Francesca, he always remembers the details. He must really love the whole idea,â but Iâm barely listening anymore, because Iâm stuck on what Frankie said, about being on this beach, in this water, on the same exact day he was born. Which must have been right around the same time Simon died.
Was Frankie born the day that Simon died? Were they both in the water together?
Transmigrate. To be reborn at death in another body.
Did Simonâs soul jump? Is his soul inside Frankie Sky?
Has Simon somehow come back to me?
I stand up, my whole body shaking, and mumble that I have to go, that
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