Chapter 4
Months flew by in seconds; seconds unfolded over months. “We don’t really have ‘time’ here,” Bartholomew had explained. “Not the way you think of it. But there’s hardly any point in putting this beautiful house on the edge of this beautiful ocean without plopping a sunset into it every once in a while, is there?”
They often watched the sun go down together, from the front porch or from the cluster of rocks near the edge of the cliff. Other than that, for a long while Hubert kept mostly to himself. If he needed anything, which was rare, or just wanted something, which was almost never, he called on Bartholomew, who was always happy to provide, but otherwise went about his business. Which seemed to consist mostly of riding the wind like a roller coaster and frolicking in the surf
