me,â Wendy says. âTwo things though. Wear a life jacket and take one for Wain. Megan would kill me if anything happened to you.â
It seems like a small price to pay, even though the life jackets are ancient, bulky and moldy.
âLand on that little beach at the southern tip; everywhere else is too rocky. And if you get into trouble, call me on my cellâthe service is great here.â She pulls a pen out of her pants pocket and writes a number on the back of one of the chocolate bars. âIf you canât bring him back yourself, we can call for backup.â
âIf heâs there at all,â Sid says.
âWell, you wonât know if you donât row.â Wendy unties the ropes holding the dinghy and steadies it while Sid climbs in. âGood luck,â she says as she pushes him away from the wharf.
The water is calm and Sid is a strong rower; he is on the island in less than ten minutes. As he pulls the dinghy up onto the beach and secures it to a log, a flock of geese rises from the rocks and flies out across the bay, honking its displeasure at being disturbed. There is goose shit everywhere. And no sign of another dinghy.
The shoreline is rocky and ringed with prickly bushes: gorse and wild rose. Just past the little beach is a path that leads around the tip of the island and through a tiny meadow, the size of a king-size quilt. He walks toward the center of the island, being careful to avoid the goose shit. He turns to look north, toward home, and stumbles over what he first thinks is a snake and then realizes is a coiled rope. A rope attached to a dinghy. A dinghy camouflaged with branches to form a small cave. Sid is crouching to peer inside when he is flattened from behind by what feels like a wild animal. A large dog, a wolf, a cougar. He knows this is crazy, especially since his assailant is swearing loudly as he flails at Sid. A few blows land on Sidâs back before heâs able to throw whoever it is off.
âGet away from my boat!â his attacker screams, punching the air near Sidâs head.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sid sees a black fist and arm. âWain!â Sid yells. âWain, stop it.â The flurry of blows slows down, and Sid is able to turn around.
âHow do you know my name?â Wain snarls. âWho the fuck are you? What do you want?â He staggers away from Sid and collapses onto a lichen-covered rock, his chest heaving. He is way bigger than Sid, but his bulk seems soft, almost flabby, and he is sweating heavily. Sid is surprised he was able to land even a single blow.
âDo you want something to eat?â Sid asks. âIâve got chocolate. And Coke.â One thing heâs learned from watching Megan deal with sad, angry, uncommunicative kids is to offer food and drink first. Before anything else. Hunger and thirst are two demons that can be easily placated.
Wain eyes him suspiciously as Sid tosses him a chocolate bar and the Coke. They sit in silence as Wain, who is still breathing hard, eats and drinks. When he is done, he throws the wrapper and the can into the bushes. Sid decides not to play park warden. He can pick up the trash later.
âWho the fuck are you?â Wain repeats.
Sid clears his throat. Now that the moment has come, he wants to lie and say, âIâm Philâs nephew.â Instead, he takes a deep breath and says, âMy nameâs Sid. Iâm, uh, your brother. Half brother, actually.â
âNo fuckinâ way.â Wain glares at him. âI donât have a brother. Mom would have told me.â
Sid shrugs. âYou sure about that?â
Wainâs eyes widen and then he looks away. âShe took off,â he says. âShe back yet?â
Sid shakes his head. âI met Elizabeth though. Sheâs worried about you. Soâs Phil.â
âWhy arenât they here then?â Wain asks. âI donât even know you.â
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