I looked toward where Johnno had headed and saw him standing on a dune, waving his arms frantically, telling me to chase after Alex. Go, go! Should I? It took me a split second to decide. I packed up the back of Maude as quick as lightning, locked the doors, and took off down the dunes. I looked back and Johnno waved before giving me a double thumbs-up, a wide grin on his tanned face. “Alex, wait. Alex!” Alex kept walking, his six-foot-plus frame eating up the sand with long, angry strides. I had to jog to catch up. I finally reached him, but he kept walking, ignoring my presence. I reached for his arm, but he shook me off. “For God’s sake, stop, will you?” “Go away, Josh. Run back to Johnno or Davo or whatever his name is.” Alex spat. “For God’s sake, what have I done?” I was still jogging beside him, but he didn’t answer. “I can’t fix it if I don’t know what the problem is. What did I do?” I was pleading now; it wasn’t like him to get this upset. Alex took a deep breath.
