Chapter 66

George said, “Kiddo, it’s much too chilly to get your feet wet today.”

“Those people are in the water,” Robbie said, pointing.

“Those people are probably snowbirds, and they don’t know any better,” Mike said.

“Yeah, they must be from way up north,” I said, “because it’s too cold for me, and I usually don’t mind it that much, down to a certain level.”

“The weatherman promises that it’ll be warmer tomorrow and warmer still as the week progresses,” Mike said.

The tide was obviously out, as there was a wide expanse of smooth sand exposed, so we decided to walk down the beach for a while. A solitary runner jogged by us as we started to walk. He was wearing running shoes, shorts, and a T-shirt.