But now that Dad is gone, I thought it was time for me to find out.

You both know who your mother and father are. I loved Mom and Dad and I’m really glad they were my parents, but I need to know more. ” A tear spilled over her lower lashes and slipped down her cheek.

Chloe leaned forward to cover Shelly’s hand with her own.

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed,” Chloe said.

“I don’t want you to get your hopes up and then have them shattered.”

“I know,” Shelly said. She wiped her nose with her napkin.

Daria’s heart ached. They had accepted Shelly’s good nature and ever-present cheer at face value. They’d never seen the pain behind that facade.

“Just know,” Chloe said to Shelly, “that no matter what you learn or what you don’t learn, we love you. Daria and I love you and adore you.

Nothing you find out will ever change that. “

Chloe looked across the table at Daria, who tried to read the message in her sister’s eyes. For the first time, she wondered if Chloe might know what she knew about what had taken place that morning long ago.

The thought sent a chill up her spine. Maybe it was time for Shelly to learn the truth, she thought. Maybe it was time for everyone to know what had happened on the beach that morning.

Ivory increased the tension on his exercise bike and glanced next to him, where Zack was pedaling furiously while reading the latest copy of Sports Illustrated. He was certain Zack had set his tension even higher than Rory’s, yet he was still pedaling faster and barely working up a sweat. Rory could probably work just as hard, he tried to convince himself, but what was the point, really? This easy pace was fine. He planned to take Daria’s advice about talking with Zack while involved in an activity, but he knew he wouldn’t have the wind for a conversation unless he kept the tension low.

He was getting a little annoyed with himself about this new competitive streak he felt with Zack. He hoped that, at the age of thirty-six, he was not already slipping into a mid life crisis.

“Can you get your nose out of that magazine long enough to talk?” Rory asked.

Zack glanced over at him.

“I’m working out,” he said.

“But you’ll only know you’re at the proper level of exertion if you can carry on a conversation,” Rory said.

“That’s an old theory, Dad,” Zack said.

It was?

“Nevertheless,” Rory countered, “I’d like to talk with you about Kara.”

“What about her?” Zack shot him a wary look, and with good reason, Rory thought.

“Well, not about Kara specifically. But about you and Kara together. You and any girl.” He was stumbling a bit on this.

Zack rolled his eyes. “Is this some kind of sex talk?” he asked.

Rory remembered when Zack was seven or eight and wanted to know how babies were created. He’d embraced the opportunity to talk with his son on the subject, and he’d been good at it, too, if he did say so himself. But that had been a piece of cake compared to this.

“Well, I just think it’s time we had a man-to-man talk,” Rory said.

“I have a feeling this isn’t going to be man-to-man,” Zack said. He was standing up on the pedals, pumping hard.

“More like man-to-boy.”

“Well, enough of the preamble,” Rory said.

“I’m just concerned that you and Kara are getting a little too… close. I have nothing against her. I like her.” Rory still didn’t know her well enough to know if he liked her or not. Kara was a closed book, as far as he could tell.

“I

just wanted to. talk with you a bit about it. I mean, I was your age once, and I know the temptation to go too far. “

“You were fifteen in the Middle Ages,” Zack said.

“Things are different now.”

“Oh, they’re not as different as you think. Testosterone hasn’t changed. What it can do to good judgment hasn’t changed.”

“Why don’t you just say it and get it over with?” Zack asked.

“Don’t have sex. That’s what you’re getting at. I hear you. You’ve done the counseling thing. Thanks for the talk.” He was speaking loudly. A young woman on the bike next to his glanced in their direction before’re turning her attention to the book she was reading.

“No, that’s not all I want to say,” Rory lowered his voice. It certainly was his major point, but he knew it was not enough. Like spitting in the wind. He had indeed been fifteen once.

“I just want to be sure that if you do endj up… having sex, that you use protection.” “I know all about that. Dad.”

“Well, you can know all about it, and still not use it,” Rory argued. “Think about Shelly. She was an unwanted baby, left to die on the beach. Her mother was probably a kid Kara’s age. If that boy had used protection, that girl wouldn’t have gotten pregnant, and the baby wouldn’t have been abandoned.”

“So, you want me and Kara to break up.”

Rory frowned.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying at all.” It took him a moment to realize that Zack was being intentionally obtuse.

“I think you know what I’m saying,” he said. “You and Grace are probably doing it every time I leave the cottage,” Zack provoked him.

“For your information. Grace and I have barely held hands,” he said, as though that noble restraint was his choice.

“And besides. Grace and I are adults.”

“What does that have to do with it?” Zack asked.

“You know the answer to that,” Rory said.

Zack stopped pedaling. He lifted the towel from his neck and mopped his face with it.

“Look, Dad. You dragged me to stupid North Carolina and I’m just trying to make the best of it, okay?” He got off the bike. “I’m going over to the cardio-kick boxing class. I can walk home. You don’t have to wait for me.”

Rory watched him walk away. Cardio-kick boxing Zack had gone to the one place in the gym where Rory could never hope to follow him. And he certainly knew it.

After leaving the gym, Rory drove to the cul-de-sac and parked his car in Poll-Rory’s driveway, but didn’t go inside. Linda’s big female golden retriever, Melissa, was waiting for him on his front steps, and he decided to take that as a sign. It was time he picked Linda’s brain about the summer of ‘77.

He walked down the cul-de-sac to the cottage nearest the beach road, Melissa at his side. The dog ran up the porch steps ahead of him, and Rory knocked on the screen door, instantly setting off a cacophony of barking from inside the cottage.

In a moment, a woman with chin-length red hair came to the door. A mass of gold fur swirled around her legs. Four dogs, at least. The woman looked at him just for a second before breaking into a smile.

“Hello, Rory Taylor,” she said.

“Hi.-Jackie, is it?”

“That’s right.” She opened the door just enough to reach out and shake his hand, then glanced down at Melissa, who hadn’t budged from his side.

“I heard Melissa’s become your little groupie,” she said.

“She’s our escape artist, I’m afraid.”

“I’ve been enjoying her company,” he said, scratching the top of Melissa’s head.

“Are you looking for Linda?” Jackie asked.

“If she’s not busy.”

“She’s been expecting you to stop by. I guess you’ve been talking to people who were here back when Shelly Cato was found, huh?”

“I’ll talk to anybody who’s willing to talk to me,” he said.

“Stay there a second.” Jackie disappeared inside the cottage, and in a moment Linda came onto the porch, three bottles of beer clasped between her hands and four dogs at her heels.

“Hey, Rory!” She offered him a broad, white grin.

“Let’s go up on the deck.”

He was momentarily taken aback by the sheer force of her reception, although her greeting the day he’d met her on the beach had been equally as exuberant. The quiet, painfully shy girl from years ago no longer appeared to | exist.

He followed Jackie and Linda and their large, blond retrievers up the winding wooden stairway to the small deck. Linda handed him one of the beers and motioned for him to sit on the lounge chair. The dogs sniffed and wagged around him, and Melissa rested her head on his thigh. | “So.” Linda leaned forward, elbows on knees, the beer | in her right hand.

“You’re trying to find out who deserted Shelly on the beach.”

“That’s right,” Rory said.

“I know it was a long time ago, but I thought I would see what you remembered.”

“I’ve tried to forget those years, actually,” Linda said, still smiling.

“They were kind of rough for me.”

He nodded his understanding. He had gay friends and knew that in many cases, their adolescent years had not been easy.

“Well, you seem great now,” he said.

“What kind of work are you doing?”

“Besides raising too many dogs? Teaching. Jackie and I both teach at Duke.”

“I’m math,” Jackie said.

“Linda’s literature.”

Rory grimaced at the combination.

“And you two get along?” he asked.

“Most of the time.” Linda laughed.

“So,” Jackie said, crossing one leg over the other, “tell me what Linda was like when she was a kid.”

Linda laughed again.

“We’re not talking about me, Jack. We’re talking about all those rowdy kids who used to live on the cul-de-sac.”

“Rowdy?” Rory asked.

“I didn’t think they were anything unusual.”

“That’s because you were one of them,” Linda said.

“I was sitting on the sidelines, watching the world go by.”

“Then you’re probably a good one to talk to,” Rory said.

“Maybe you can be more objective then anyone else.”

“I bet it was no one we knew,” Linda said.

“I mean, I can certainly come up with some ideas for who it might have been, but the truth is, it was summertime and Kill Devil Hills was hoppin’.