Chapters (40)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- CONTENTS
- PROLOGUE RUTH
- CHAPTER ONE IVY
- CHAPTER TWO IVY
- CHAPTER THREE IVY
- CHAPTER FOUR RUTH
- CHAPTER FIVE IVY
- CHAPTER SIX IVY
- CHAPTER SEVEN RUTH
- CHAPTER EIGHT IVY
- CHAPTER NINE RUTH
- CHAPTER TEN IVY
- CHAPTER ELEVEN IVY
- CHAPTER TWELVE ANN
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN RUTH
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN IVY
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN IVY
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN DANI
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN CARLOTTA
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN RUTH
- CHAPTER NINETEEN RUTH
- CHAPTER TWENTY IVY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE IVY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO IVY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE IVY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR RUTH
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE RUTH
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX CARLOTTA
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN IVY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT IVY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE IVY
- CHAPTER THIRTY EDNA
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE IVY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO IVY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE RUTH
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR IVY
- EPILOGUE IVY
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“Don’t tell my mother,” he begged. “She won’t let me go in the water again.”
“Promise you won’t go in alone?” She held out her hand.
He took it. “I swear.”
“Then it’s our secret.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN IVY
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
IVY
Friday, January 21, 2022, 11:00 a.m.
As tempted as Ivy was to ask Mr. Manchester about the summer of 1950, she didn’t. Dani had said once that her grandfather died around that time, and her father’s life had changed forever. Every time Dani tried to ask her father about her grandfather, he changed the subject.
“What do you remember about Ruth?” Ivy asked Mr. Manchester.
“She was a funny girl. Nice. Full of energy. Pulled my stubborn butt out of the ocean when I got in over my head.”
“When was that?” Ivy asked.
“The first or second day of vacation in 1950. When Mama was napping, I sneaked out to swim in the ocean.”
“Alone?” Dani asked.
Mr. Manchester shrugged. “It was a different time. Parents didn’t hover like they do now.”
“Grandma always did like her gin and tonic,” Dani said.
Mr. Manchester didn’t deny the claim. “Anyway, I was bored. I grabbed my suit and sneaked out of our bungalow.”
“Where was your sister, Bonnie?”
“Getting dressed for dinner with her friends. She saw me pass Jessie’s room and told me to be careful. I waved and told her not to worry.”
He’d been six years old. Ivy wasn’t a parent, but her skin prickled when she remembered the time that she’d been badly pummeled by the waves. “What happened?”
“I got caught in the undertow. Ruth was walking along the beach and must have seen me. She swam out and grabbed me and held me against her. Cussed like a sailor. When we got to shore, she told me I was stupid. She was right. We swore never to tell anyone about what happened. And I never did until now.”
“She was always adamant that I never swim by myself,” Ivy said. “And the one time I did, she had to pull me out too. I was grounded for two weeks.”
“Living down here gives the locals a healthy respect for the ocean,” Dani said.
“I was a mainlander at the time,” he said, smiling. “I didn’t think the Atlantic was any more dangerous than the pool.”
“Never made that mistake again, did you?” Dani asked.
“No, ma’am.” His self-deprecating tone didn’t quite square with the shadows hovering behind his eyes. “Edna shot me a couple of disapproving looks over the next few days as I looked out toward the ocean.”
“Do you think Ruth told?” Ivy asked.