Chapter 47

June passed quickly. By the end of the month, the migrating birds had pared down to a scant few, most already settled in their northern breeding grounds. Thick swells of insects and dense foliage acted as natural deterrents for amateur bird-watchers who relied on sight rather than songs to identify the species. Along the beach, few shorebirds remained, the five-toed tracks of sunbathers replacing the delicate spindles of sandpipers and plovers.

Verna arrived one afternoon with a macaroni casserole and a spray of fresh flowers from her garden. She found the girls in the kitchen, clearing the breakfast dishes. Despite Aunt Flory's absence, she visited the house frequently, keeping an especially close eye on Celeste.

"Is there sour cream in it?" Celeste asked Verna, eyeing the dish with suspicion.