My wife went to the spa and left me with our three whiners. At least they’re getting along, for now, and I can enjoy this tempting Kona brew that I’ve been craving since I woke up. I take my first sip of the bold, Hawaiian coffee. Ahh.
Maybe this isn’t so bad. Let Alexis relax and come back happy.
I should revel in this rarity of nothing to do. I recline in the cushioned chaise, my feet caressing the powdery sand. I close my eyes and let the cool sea breeze rustle through my shirt. The waves crash in steady rhythm and the sea gulls call,
Wait, that wasn’t sea gulls.
My eyes pop open. A shapely figure runs toward me. Am I dreaming?
I refocus and see she is carrying my seven year old.
I hop up and meet the nine year old ahead of them. “Daddy, Aiden got hit by a volleyball!” Alyssa shouts.
“I wan-tacise sorr-ai,” the young woman says in a strange accent. Aiden stares with glassy eyes at the wastopaneer of the girl as she sets him down. My 13 year old, Aaron, is transfixed with the same expression.
“It’s okay, Miss. He’ll be fine.”
“Bat I syn-batec,” she says and waves a friend over. I can’t understand a word.
“Your son was hurt?” the friend asks and checks Aiden’s eyes.
“He’s fine.” I say. Then a smell hits me. Something putrid, scrunching my nose. We all look around for it.
“Dad, what’s that smell?” It’s so bad Aaron’s attention is wrenched from the girl who has returned to the water. She walks up holding a huge fish covered in stinky seaweed and presents it to me.
“Who is this girl?”
“Dolphina. She was raised by dolphins.”
Alexis will never believe this.
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