″‘I think I seen every island in the world,’ he said.
‘And you come home to the prettiest one of all,’ I answered.
‘Yeah,’ he said, but his focus blurred for a moment. ‘The water’s about to get her, Wheeze.’
‘Only a bit, to the south,’ I said defensively.
‘Wheeze, open your eyes,’ he said. ‘In two years I’ve been gone, she’s lost at least an acre. Another good storm—’
It wasn’t right. He should have been more loyal. You don’t come home after two years away and suddenly inform your mother that she’s dying.”