Ghost Island
“Gates did not show up for breakfast. Grace and I exchanged glances. Emily’s hair looked freshly washed. Her skin glowed as if she had been lying in the sun, although we’d had nothing close to sun since we had arrived.
“The wonders of spray-on tans,” Grace whispered to me.
Charles didn’t seem to notice her or Grace. He slumped in the leather recliner and stared out at the gray sky.
“Would you like some of my bagel?” Emily sat down on the arm of his chair and let her skirt slide up along her bare... legs.
“Disgusting,” Grace whispered.
Usually, I would have laughed, but this wasn’t usually. I kept watching Charles. He seemed to be distracted by something outside.
He hadn’t bothered to gel his hair, and it fell around his face like pale feathers. Something else was different about him too. He was wearing Johnny’s navy sweatshirt. It dwarfed his small frame.
I turned around to look at Johnny, who was wearing only a blue turtleneck.
“What are you looking at?” he asked.MoreLess
“The wonders of spray-on tans,” Grace whispered to me.
Charles didn’t seem to notice her or Grace. He slumped in the leather recliner and stared out at the gray sky.
“Would you like some of my bagel?” Emily sat down on the arm of his chair and let her skirt slide up along her bare... legs.
“Disgusting,” Grace whispered.
Usually, I would have laughed, but this wasn’t usually. I kept watching Charles. He seemed to be distracted by something outside.
He hadn’t bothered to gel his hair, and it fell around his face like pale feathers. Something else was different about him too. He was wearing Johnny’s navy sweatshirt. It dwarfed his small frame.
I turned around to look at Johnny, who was wearing only a blue turtleneck.
“What are you looking at?” he asked.MoreLess
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