The Bayliner, a Confederate flag pegged to its bow, shouldered in against the wind slap, its outboard churning due east. It was the same red speedboat I had seen in the photo of the Bodeens—the Arabesque—maybe inherited, like Ruthie said, one more thing left behind. “Twin Mercs,” Lucky had boasted as we loaded in. “Fastest boat on the bay. One of these weekends, we’ll take her across the gulf to Bahrain, get the Brits to sell us some rum.” The wind’s direction shifted, the depleting gales blowing off the cool water toward land. “Executive weather,” Lucky hollered, meaning the kind you wanted when the company hotshots from California decided to pay their visits, but it made for rough seas. He stood bare-chested at the helm with the open stance of a linebacker, hair bristling from his scalp. I clutched my scarf and raised my face to the cottoned sky, the air like a poultice. “Right about here,” Lucky said, and brought the boat to anchor. “Break out the Kool-Aid, girls.”
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