One Lost Summer (Part 2, page 3 of 8)


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Part 2

‘What have we here? Ah, now . . . that’s more like it!’

Quickly gathering up her things and tossing them in a bag, she began scrambling up a nearby hill of rock for a better view; altogether a remarkable feat for an elderly woman dressed in baggy clothes, hatted and shawled so that no one could get a clear look at her face. The ease with which she climbed suggested a much younger woman, as did her eyes, which were clear and alert, free of the rheum typical of the aged. One again she got out her binoculars and began scanning the beach.

‘Now, my dear, let’s get a better look at you.’

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