of the kids playing on the beach, but Amy hung back.
“Wh-What if I fall?” she asked, her voice quavering.
Josh moved over to her and took her other hand, so she was between him and his mother. “I won’t let you fall.”
Uncertainly, Amy let herself be drawn closer to the edge, but once more the dizziness seemed to overwhelm her, and she almost felt like she was being pulled over the cliff.
“It’s okay,” Josh told her, squeezing her hand. “You’re not gonna fall.”
A moment later they came to the landing at the top of the stairs. Amy froze, refusing to put even her toe on the weathered, splintery wood.
“You go first, Mom,” Josh said. “Then she’ll see that it’s not going to collapse.”
Brenda, feeling a touch of vertigo herself, hesitated a second, praying that her son was right, but then stepped onto the landing and started down, her hand grasping the rail with every step. “See?” she said with more brightness than she felt. “It’s perfectly safe.”
Amy watched her warily, then looked fearfully at Josh. “Promise you’ll hold my hand all the way down?” she asked.
“I promise,” Josh replied. “If you stay on the inside and don’t look down, you’ll be okay. Come on.”
He moved out onto the landing. Clutching his hand tightly, Amy took a deep breath and put her foot on the wooden planks.
Was it her imagination, or could she feel them shaking beneath her foot?
Holding on to Josh with one hand, her other steadying herself against the face of the cliff, she started down.
With each step, she imagined herself pitching forward, tumbling off the stairs, plummeting to the rocky beach below.
“It’s gonna be okay,” Josh assured her, sensing her fear. “You’ll see. Just keep going.”
A few minutes later they came to the last turn. Only fifteen more steps separated them from the beach. Amy, her panic finally releasing her from its grip, let go of Josh’s hand. “I did it,” she breathed. “I made it.” Breaking into laughter, she skipped down the last of the steps, picked her way over the rocks and ran down the beach to the water, kicking off the rubber sandals she was wearing as she went.
Brenda, already on the beach, watched Amy go, then shifted her attention back to George Engersol.
Halfway down the steps she’d noticed him, already on the beach, watching Amy’s progress as she crept down the stairs. Indeed, she’d paused for a moment, watching him as he observed the little girl. When he finally felt her eyes on him, and looked directly at Brenda, she ducked her head and hurried on down. But as she waited on the sand, she noticed that he was still watching Amy. And his expression had struck her as odd.
An expression of such intense concentration—lips compressed in a grim line, eyes narrowed into a stare sharp enough to cut bone—that Brenda felt a shudder course through her, as though a chill wind had come off the ocean. By the time she shook off the feeling Amy had finally come to the bottom and dashed off toward the water. Still, Engersol remained motionless. He didn’t turn to speak to Brenda, although she was standing only a few feet away from him. Instead, his head down and his hands clasped behind his back, he had finally moved away.
She watched him go, uneasiness stirring again inside her. His reaction to the little girl’s conquering of her fear, she thought, was strange.
But before she could analyze it any further, Hildie Kramer approached her, holding out a welcoming hand. “Come on,” the matronly woman said, her warm smile wreathing her face. “There’s a couple of people I want you to meet.”
While Josh headed off after Amy Carlson, Brenda was drawn into a group that included a few of the teachers at the Academy, as well as the parents of two of its students. Within a few moments she was deep in conversation with Chet and Jeanette Aldrich, one of whose sons, Jeff, she’d already met.
“That’s the other one,” Jeanette told her, pointing to Adam, who, with his brother, was bobbing in the water a few yards from the shore.
Brenda stared at the twin faces with undisguised surprise. “Two of them?” she breathed. “My God, when I think of the problems I’ve had with just Josh—” She broke off in sudden embarrassment. To her relief, Jeanette Aldrich only chuckled ruefully.
“Tell me about it,” Jeanette said. “Only double it. Two kids with enough brains for four.” A look Brenda could not quite