Chapter 4
Trey stood on the beach, watching Stuart valiantly hold a kite in the brisk wind. The kite in question was bright orange, in honor of Neon, Stuart’s beloved goldfish. Flying kites was Stuart’s favorite activity. They spent many a weekend afternoon down on the shore. Trey had moved to Diamond Creek because he loved this part of the coastline, and he thought it was a perfect spot for flight tours. The wind skidded across Kachemak Bay today, stirring up white caps. Clouds hovered around Mount Augustine, but otherwise the sky was clear. The bright orange kite stood out against the blue sky.
When it became obvious Stuart’s small arms were getting worn out despite his protests, Trey helped him bring the kite down. Stuart was about as well behaved as a six-year old could be. Even when
