Chapter 7

That second year, I arrived and quickly found some friends.

“I’ve been waiting all year,” said Baker, who lived on the property on the far side of mine.

“I missed last year,” said Murray, who worked in the open air markets and traded much of my excess produce. “I was ill. I could’ve have kicked myself. I’m usually as healthy as a horse and then bang!right before the Beach Festival I come down with the flu.”

“Well, you’re looking healthier than ever,” I said.

“Just as you are,” he said.

It was a slightly overcast day and a light breeze was blowing in from the water. Our sarongs were being blown open so we had to conduct our conversation with one hand holding the fabric in place.

By chance, I happened to notice a large muscular man I’d never seen before.

“Who’s that?” I asked, nodding in the general direction of the muscled vision standing by himself.