The next day she was on the bench again. For the afternoon ferry only. She stayed only long enough to watch it disembark. She looked in the window at the hotel and went home. The day after they were both back. Drinking on the bench. It was better that I hadn’t interfered. They had managed by themselves.
A few days later they went to the beach again. I followed but only Bevin swam.
It became their regular habit to go to the beach to finish their wine after the ferry had disembarked. I noted what they were doing but over the weeks I watched them less and less. A few times I wandered to the beach when they were there but I never stayed more than a minute. I never saw her swim again.