To his immense consternation, his mind was not eased one iota after seeing Ezra on Saturday.
“Would I need a passport?” How would I be able to take anything?”
He was perched on their meeting rock, in the cove, and Ezra, as usual, was half-submerged in the water surrounding it.
“You wouldn’t need anything,” explained Ezra. “You could be naked the whole time. Your clothes put away for the journey back. You wouldn’t need a passport because no one would know you were there. Do you think I have a passport? Or my sister?”
“And how would I survive the journey? It’s one thing for you to take me a couple of miles out to sea, but how would I survive the open ocean? Sharks? Breathing?”
“We’d be under the ocean and away from all harm. As long as your hand stayed in mine, you could breathe. It wou
