Chapter 6

“Do you come to Provincetown often?” Dean asked, determined to break the uncomfortable silence.

The man turned and looked at him. He drew a deep breath and answered. “Every summer. I live in Florida, but I come up to visit my sister in Providence. When I get to the point that I can’t deal with anymore of her kids and grandkids running around screaming, I take a break and come here.”

The words were delivered in a terse, almost businesslike way. But Dean persisted.

“I’ve been to Florida several times. It’s great, at least during the month of March when I was there. Are you still working, or are you retired? You don’t look old enough to be retired.”

The man looked at him again, almost as if he was annoyed at the small talk. “I’m a doctor. Retirement is still a few years away.”

They were coming into town now. Turning to him again, the man said, “Have you had lunch yet? There’s a great little place a couple of doors down from where I’m staying.”