Carson stood on the upper dock of Sea Breeze, her arms folded across her chest against the stiff breeze, staring out at the water of the Cove. There was a break in the rain, but a chilly, wet breeze stirred the waters, creating ripples and making her huddle deeper into her Windbreaker like a turtle. She never could abide the cold. She felt it straight through to her bones. Yet, she took heart at the signs of spring taking hold in the lowcountry. This morning she’d seen the brilliant yellow, trumpet-shaped blossoms of Carolina jessamine, her favorite flower, along Mamaw’s fence. Looking out at the water, Carson imagined Delphine must be out there somewhere. She ached to see the dolphin’s familiar face, to look once again into her dark, soulful eyes and to hear her nasal eh eh eh calling her to the dock. At times in the past months when she was alone on the photo shoot, far from anyone she knew or loved, she wondered if she’d only imagined the bond she and the dolphin had shared.
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