Finally, Dom was sitting on the bench that overlooked Long Sands Beach where he usually sat when he wanted to contemplate things. She got in her Fiat and hurried down the hill. She pulled in the parking lot casually, as if she had just happened to see him sitting on the bench while she was driving by. The truth was she'd been looking over her railing most of the afternoon, trying to catch him at just the right time to put her plan into action. Dom turned at the sound of her approaching footsteps. “Oh, hi, Claire. What brings you here?” He gestured for her to sit beside him on the bench and she did. He tipped the pink-striped bag he held in his hand toward her, offering her a pistachio which she declined. Pistachios were not part of her health regimen unless they were raw, which these were not. “So, that was some find at the festival, huh?” Claire asked. “Indeed, it was.”
