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I know we’re looking in the same direction at the same thing, but I’m sure we’re seeing something different. It does look beautiful, though, like a creature rising up out of the sea, and not at all scary because it’s only a skeleton.
Coral
When we get home the photo of Coral’s fluttered on to the carpet. Mimi picks it up.
“Who was Coral?” I say. “Why do you call her the lost girl?”
Mimi sighs. “She was my cousin,” she says. “She was lost at sea.”
My heart does a little painful jolt. I’m not exaggerating. It’s like an electric shock runs right through me.
“She was on a pleasure cruise with her parents just after the war,” Mimi says. “It was the first trip of the season and the boat wasn’t seaworthy. She was two years old.”
My heart does about a million flips. If it could scream it would be going AARGGH! I feel as though I’ve known about Coral all of my life and I was just waiting for someone to tell me. I imagine the sea monster tipping the boat over and eating Coral all those years ago. I try to speak but nothing comes out.
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