Edward split the scene, went back to Shelley in the main house still sitting and gabbing with Sandy and Penny. As soon as he could, he told her what happened, coloring it a bit.
Boatman Zach Black, responsible for moving Sandman’s now almost empty vessel over to this more distant dock to make room for newer and importanter arrivals, offered his opinion on what he couldn’t help overhear in his proximity to the situation. “There’s still presents there,” he said. “Those crosshairs indicate. They’re just… hidden.”
“I know.” Sandman knew this fact. Tell me something I don’t know, he thought about the Boatman. Then he did.
“Edward is one bad mofo. I don’t blame you for not messing with him, not telling him off or even pushing him off that ramp. Bad decision if so.”
Sandman knew this. It was the next thing Zach Black said that he didn’t.
“Wonderful evening we’re having otherwise,” he said. “Not a star in space as I’m eyeballing it.”
Backwards from normal, Sandman noticed. Interesting now. He looked up. Indeed clear. Indeed starless. Bible black.
“Do you know of his new girlfriend, friend?” Zach continued to talk. “The golden girl he’s been calling her. Even though she’s married to another. Did you know that?”
Sandman didn’t know this. Please continue, he thought, peering up again.
(to be continued)