Hunter and Dee sit on the towels beneath them after an initial dip and body surfing. Dee smiles, looks into Hunter's eyes and says, "‘A sunbeam to warm you; a moonbeam to charm you; a sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you.’ That's an Irish Blessing. Don't know who wrote it, or if it just evolved as so many do, but it's nice." "It is, and nor do I. But, there's more. However, the sunbeam sounds and feels good, but I'm my own sheltering angel." Dee cants her head to one side, "And the rest?" He glances skyward for a moment, then into her eyes. "‘Laughter to cheer you. Faithful friends near you; And whenever you pray, Heaven to hear you’ ... or somebody." "You're like an encyclopedia. Let's just talk." "Just a thought to start a conversation, not an end." They do begin a conversation. Most blather. As a rule typically about each other, answering one another's questions. Some personal. Some innocent-enough sounding probes. In time the chatter wanes and they go back in the water.
