He did it so she’d worry less. That’s breakfast-in-bed nice. Not me. I made my mem worry more with all of my fears and freak-outs. I could take another water step to change that. Face that water down. And wash her worries away. With Rosien giving her grief, Mem deserved a little worry lift. So I forced myself to do more than walk down those steps onto that beach. This time I’d go into the water. Walk straight into my fear. Keeping my eyes on the trees, I marched right for the steps to the beach. One step. Two step. Three. Then I heard a noise, an echo-off-the-water bark. Like a dog on a dock. Stopped me cold. Did I really hear that? Splash! Something hit the water. Did somebody pitch balls off their dock for a dog at night? Was that what Tylo had seen the night before? Mystery solved. And if I got a picture of the dog, Tylo could prove he’d seen something in the water after all. And a strange something at that. Not too many dogs went diving after dark. I had to test this theory.
