“That’s right. And that’s because Fyne is how old? And Stenness?”
said her mother.
“Oh, great. Now you’re trying to use facts against me. It’s not fair!”
Katrine wailed.
“It will be. The tsunami season after this, you’ll be—,” began her
mother.
“Agghhh! Do you have any idea how long that is?”
“Well, yes, actually, it’s fourteen months and three days... ,” started
her father.
But she’d stopped listening. With a frustrated cry, the girl slammed
a breather into her throat and, with unconscious grace, dived, disappear-
ing under the choppy waves.
For a moment, Tay and Franck stood there, looking at each other.
Then they let out their breath in a phew.
“We should have called her Gale,” murmured Tay, but her husband
was distracted.
“Wind’s getting up,” he said. “It won’t be long before we’ll be need-
ing to submerge. Should I go after her?”
Tay shook her head.
“No, Franck,” she said. “Leave her be. She’ll be back. And you know... ,” she looked up at him with a smile, “I remember feeling just the
same.”
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