it.”
“How long have you been watching?”
“Since the locksmith van,” she said, climbing the steps slowly. “Dwayne’s my nephew’s ex-brother-in-law. Nothing happens on this island I don’t hear about.”
She sat down in the rocking chair beside mine. We ate pound cake off the plate with our fingers.
“They’ve been out here three times this month,” Pearl said. “Your boy and that girl. And a woman with very large sunglasses.”
“Blythe’s mother,” I said. “Laurelai.”
“Laurelai.” Pearl said it slowly, like she was tasting something sour. “She was out
