Cab asked, reaching for the bag of sausage biscuits Beau had brought from the Tackle Shack.Beau sat down on the carousel platform next to him and handed him a cardboard cup of sweet coffee.“Don’t know for sure. She just stood there sobbing like there was no tomorrow. Enough to make a grown man cry. ’Course I didn’t ’cause it wouldn’t do any good both of us blubbering out there on the beach.”“She didn’t say anything? ’Cause if it was something I did, I’ll apologize, but for the life of me she was fine. I turned on all the carousel lights and she acted like she thought it was great, then I took her back to show her Midnight Lady. And she freaked, ran out, I couldn’t stop her. I didn’t do anything.”“Son, I know you didn’t. And anybody who knows you knows you didn’t, so don’t worry about it.”Cab bit into the flaky biscuit; the sausage was juicy with a tang of hot pepper to it. He savored it for a second then chased it with a swallow of the sweet coffee.“Did she ever tell you?”Beau rested his elbows on his knees and looked at the plastic top of the coffee cup that he held in both hands.
