Osprey Island

Squee was in the shower, and Eden out collecting the morning eggs from the chicken coop when the phone rang. Eden hurried back to the house as quickly as she could without jostling the basket. She gathered eggs a couple times a day—had a sign out on Island Drive, FRESH ORGANIC EGGS FOR SALE since she had more than she could use herself. If you didn’t gather the eggs often enough the hens’d start laying them on top of the old ones, and it was crowding like that that led to eggs’ breaking, and broken eggs led to egg-eating, and Eden had learned the hard way what happened when one hen started eating eggs. You didn’t cull an egg-eater from the flock immediately and the rest of them just followed, and pretty soon your hens weren’t good for much more than soup.

She got to the phone mid-ring and snatched it up, setting her eggs on the counter. It was Suzy, calling to say she was bringing Mia over to Reesa Delamico’s place out at Scallopshell Cove for the day and did Eden think it sounded like a good idea to get Squee over there too? Reesa Delamico cut and styled hair at her home, but in the summers she relocated her operations to a small salon and gift shop in the lobby of the Osprey Lodge, where she could more conveniently cater to the summer-vacation crowd. Reesa and Suzy and Lorna had all grown up together, same grade in school. Reesa had four kids—one grown, one a baby, but the other two were near Squee’s and Mia’s ages, and they’d been summer playmates in the past.

On the phone with Eden, Suzy was talking quickly, her tone overly businesslike. She was trying not to let Eden get a word in one way or another, lest it be a word about what Suzy might have been doing out behind the house in the middle of the night, with Roddy wearing only a bedsheet. Suzy prattled on: Reesa wasn’t going in to the Lodge Salon, she’d be with the kids all day . . . Might be good to distract Squee from everything, play with Mia, and Stacey and Mark. Reesa was thinking of setting up the Slip ’n Slide . . .”

Eden said, “Well, I’ve got him here now in the shower—”

“Oh, good!” Suzy said. “I was thinking we’d have to have Reesa toss a bar of soap on there with them!”

“He was getting a little ripe.”

Suzy faltered: “I told Reesa about last night . . . about Squee, I mean, that he ran away from Penny and Art’s . . . anyway, she said she’ll keep a close watch.” Her pace picked up again. “I was thinking if he ran from Reesa’s, that if he runs, it’d just be back to your place probably . . .”

“Maybe,” said Eden. “That may be.”

A terribly awkward pause followed.

“Suzanne,” Eden said, “we’ve got history, you and me, but I’ve got no problem in the world with you, dear—you should know that—and no troubles with whatever’s going on between you and my son. So please, sweetheart, calm down.”

Suzy laughed. “This island is too small!”

“Well, that may be true,” Eden agreed reluctantly. She was ready to let the whole conversation go. “Why don’t you come by here and pick up Mister Squee on your way to Reesa’s, OK? How’d that be?”

“Think I can manage that,” Suzy said, relieved. “That’d be fine.”

If it weren’t for Squee climbing into the passenger seat of Roddy’s truck and insisting on coming with him to help at the Lodge, Roddy would almost certainly have been gone before Suzy made it over to Eden’s that morning. As it was, Suzy pulled up to find Roddy’s truck blocking the driveway, Roddy standing outside the passenger window, talking to Squee in the seat.

“You just can’t,” Roddy was saying. “I don’t want you around there. It’s dangerous, besides. You can come back in a few days— when your dad comes back. You want to help with the construction then, we’ll see about that. But not when it’s . . .”

“Morning!” Suzy called. Roddy had lifted his head when her truck pulled in, then turned back to Squee, no acknowledgment. Now he lifted a hand in greeting before he faced the boy again.

Suzy came and stood beside Roddy at the open window. “What’s happening here?” She was rested and showered, her hair still wet, pulled back into a ponytail that was leaving a damp splotch on her back. Roddy hadn’t yet bathed, and his beard was getting beyond shadowed to scraggly. He’d at least put on a clean T-shirt.

“Come on, partner,” Roddy tried again. “Look, Suzy and Mia are here, all set to take you over to Reesa’s. Come on, Squee, OK?”

Suzy leaned in closer, put her hand on the small of Roddy’s back as she spoke: “You got your swimsuit, kid?” she said. Roddy tensed beneath her touch. “Reesa’s setting up the Slip ’n Slide as we speak . . . Mark and Stacey are psyched you guys are coming over to play . . .”