“You’ll remember him in the morning,” Glen said, putting a quick end to the budding argument. “I think it’s time you two were in bed.”
“It’s too early,” Robby objected automatically.
“You don’t know what time it is,” Rebecca said.
“Well, whatever time it is, it’s too early,” Robby insisted. “We always stay up later than this.”
“Not tonight, you don’t,” Glen said. “Come on, both of you.”
He picked his daughter up and took his son by the hand. A moment later they were all in the tiny bedroom the two children shared. Glen helped them into their pajamas, then tucked them into the bunk beds, Robby on top and Missy below. He had started to kiss them good-night when Missy spoke.
“Daddy, can we have a light on in here?”
“A light? Since when do you need a light?”
“Just for tonight,” Missy begged. “I don’t like the storm.”
“It’s only wind and thunder and lightning, darling. It won’t hurt you.”
“Then what about Snooker?” Robby put in. “Can’t he sleep with us tonight?”
Snooker, the small black-and-white spaniel, stood in the doorway, his tail wagging hopefully, his soulful brown eyes pleading. Glen almost gave in, then changed his mind.
“No,” he said firmly. “He can’t. You know very well that dogs belong outside, not inside.”
“But he’ll get all wet,” Missy argued.
“He’ll survive. He sleeps under the house anyway.”
Before the children could argue any more, Glen kissed them both and picked up the lantern. “See you both in the morning,” he said, then pulled the door closed behind him.
He put a protesting Snooker outside, then sat down next to Rebecca, slipping an arm around her.
“Don’t let it get to you,” he said softly. “By tomorrow old Blake will have forgotten all about his damned dishes.”
“Hmm? Oh, I wasn’t worried about that. It’s Robby.”
“Robby?”
“How could he have forgotten Dr. Randall?”
“Children do that.”
“But, my God, Glen, he spent two or three hours a week with Randall for almost three years.”
“Then he’s blocked it.” Glen shrugged. “What’s so mysterious about that?”
“I didn’t say it was mysterious,” Rebecca said. “It just seems … odd, I guess.”
They fell silent then and sat quietly in front of the fire, listening to the wind and the pounding of the surf.
“I do love it here,” Rebecca said after a while. “Even when I think I can’t make it through another day, all I have to do is listen to that surf and I know everything’s going to be all right.” She snuggled closer. “It is, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is,” Glen said. “It just takes a little time.”
A few moments later, as Glen and Rebecca were about to go to bed, a small voice summoned them to the bedroom. Missy sat bolt upright in the lower bunk while Robby peered dolefully down at her from the upper.
“I told her not to call you,” Robby said importantly.
“I heard something outside,” Missy declared, ignoring her brother.
“What did you hear, darling?” Rebecca asked gently.
“I’m not sure, but it was something.”
“Sort of a rustling sound?”
The little girl’s head bobbed eagerly.
“It was probably just a branch rubbing against the house,” Glen said reassuringly.
“Or old Snooker looking for something,” Robby added.
“It was something else,” Missy insisted. “Something’s out there.”
Glen went to the small window and pulled the makeshift drapery aside. Beyond the glass the darkness was almost palpable, but he made a great show of looking first in one direction, then another. At last he dropped the curtain back into place, and turned to his daughter, who was watching him anxiously from the bunk. “Nothing there.”
Missy looked unconvinced. “Can I sleep with you and Mommy tonight?”
“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” Robby said scornfully. Missy cowered under the quilt at her brother’s reproach. But Rebecca leaned over the tiny face, and kissed it gently.
“It’s all right, sweetheart,” she murmured. “There’s nothing outside, and Mommy and Daddy will be right in the next room. If you get frightened, you just call us and we’ll be right here.”
She straightened, winked at her son, and left the room. After kissing each of his children once more, Glen followed his wife.
“Are you asleep?” Robby whispered.
“No.” Missy’s voice seemed to echo in the darkness.
A flash of lightning lit the room, followed immediately by a thunderclap.
“I wish it would stop,” Missy complained.
“I like it,” Robby replied. “It makes me feel good.” There was a silence, then the little boy spoke again. “Let’s go outside and find Snooker.”
Missy crept out of bed and went to the window, straining to see in the blackness. “It’s raining. We’ll get soaked.”
“We can put on our slickers.”
“I don’t think Snooker’s out there,” Missy said doubtfully.
“Yes he is. Daddy says he sleeps under the house.”
Robby climbed down from the top bunk and crouched next to his sister. “It’ll be fun,” he said. “It’ll be an adventure.”
“I don’t like adventures.”
“Fraidy cat.”
“I’m not either!”
“Then come outside with me.” Robby was pulling on his clothes. After watching him for a few seconds, Missy, too, began dressing.
“What if Mommy and Daddy hear us?” she asked as Robby opened the window.
“They won’t,” Robby replied with the assurance of his nine-and-one-half years. He began climbing over the sill. A moment later the children were outside, huddled against the cabin wall, trying to shelter themselves from the rain and wind.
“Snooker?” Robby called softly. “Come here, Snooker.”
They waited, expecting the spaniel to come bounding out of the darkness, wagging his tail and lapping their faces.
He didn’t come.
The two children looked at each other, unsure what to do next. Robby made the decision.
“We’d better go find him.”
“It’s too dark,” Missy complained.
“No it isn’t. Come on.” Robby started through the trees toward the beach. Hesitantly, Missy followed him.
As soon as he was clear of the woods, the force of the wind and rain hit Robby full in the face, filling him with a strange sense of exhilaration. He began running through the storm, listening to the roaring surf, calling out into the night. Behind him, her small feet pounding the packed sand, Missy ran as hard as she could to keep up with her brother. Though she could barely see him, she could follow the sound of his voice as he called out for the recalcitrant dog.
“Snooker! Snooooooker!!”
Suddenly Robby stopped running and Missy caught up with him. “Did you find him?”
“Shh!”
Missy lapsed into silence, and stared at her brother. “What’s wrong?” she whispered.
