Chapter Four
It was another beautiful day, bright and sunny with cooling breezes constantly rising up from the sea. I was wearing my swimming trunks, but I was perfectly content to simply sit on the beach and soak up the sun.
“Good morning, my friend. It is a lovely day, is it not?”
I looked up and smiled at Augustin. He wore jeans and a white shirt, opened to the waist, and he was barefoot. The fabric of his shirt rippled slightly in the sea breeze.
“Good morning,” I replied. “It is a lovely day indeed.”
“Where is Alison?” he asked as he sat down alongside me in the sand. He pointed to her towel, which was spread out on the beach next to mine. “I was told that she had gone with you this morning.”
I pointed out towards the gentle surf. “She is out there, having a swim,” I answered. A
