Clemens stood on the dock, a slumped silhouette with a fisherman’s hat under a million stars. He watched as the boys got back to the beach, dragging their paddleboards up and out of the water. He stood without speaking or moving as they talked and laughed. He met them up by their pickup. You find her? he asked.
Jet stepped back. Where’d you come from?
Find who? asked Wen.
Isabelle. The Coral Saint. My daughter. Clemens’ face was in shadow under his hat but his eye glinted.
Coral Saint? I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir, said Jet.
Clemens stood as they wrapped towels around their waists to change out of their wetsuits. When they’d pulled on their dry clothes and the boards were loaded up they got into the pickup truck. Clemens got closer to the driver’s side. You could give me a ride to town, he said.
We ain’t going to town, said Wen. We’re headed to Horse’s.
You can drop me there.
If you’re heading to town that’s not even the right direction, said Wen.
From Horse’s I can get another ride, Clemens said.
There’s no space in the cab, said Wen. I’m sorry, bro. We’ll come back for ya! he laughed. Clemens made a whimpering sound, almost like a dog.
Hey, wait a second, Jet said. Here, buddy. Take my seat. I’ll ride in the back with the boards. Seriously. Take my seat. Jet got out of the cab and pulled himself up into the bed of the truck, jumping in with the paddleboards. As Clemens was making his way around the truck to the passenger’s side Wen banged on the back window to get Jet’s attention. When Jet looked up Wen waved a middle finger at him. Read More