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The trip down to the beach was an arduous one, but with Skylar’s good care, Cynthia managed.
There was no parking near the ramp to the beach, but Skylar got her seated out of the sun on the porch of The Puffin Diner then went to park the car.
She’d eaten a breakfast here seventy-six years ago. Now, Judge Slater, who ran the diner in his retirement, was kind enough to come out and offer her some ice tea while she waited. When he asked what had brought her to the beach, she didn’t dare speak. There was such hope in the moment that she didn’t trust herself. She could only pat his hand in thanks and watch the mermaid now flying high above The Flicker movie house.
Skylar returned with the walker.
In order to use it, she had to give Skylar the thin leather portfolio she’d kept in her b
