She immediately flashed on Pee-Wee Herman, except instead of the crazy suit, Robert was wearing safari shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, and a floppy hat along with his sneakers. “He’s harmless,” Lynn whispered as Maggie unpacked the car. “This is kind of how people dress up here.” “What does he do?” Maggie whispered back. “He was one of Jeff’s law school professors. He inherited this island from an uncle and retired early. He and his wife, well, his new wife, remodeled the original cabin and expanded. It’s a great getaway.” “I got a bad feeling about this,” Maggie muttered, and Lynn poked her with one of her crutches. “It’ll be okay,” she hissed. “Be nice.” Maggie slung her backpack over one shoulder, her purse over the other, and grabbed Lynn’s rolling bag. “Can you manage down this hill on those?” Lynn nodded. “Then let’s get going. We wouldn’t want to keep nature boy waiting.” “Maggie…” “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be nice.” Lynn stopped. “Maggie, these are Jeff’s friends.
