Chapter 5
On Friday evening, Paul picked Calvin up and drove to the beach, still reasonably crowded at six o’clock. Teens in black rubber sat straddling their surfboards, waiting for the waves to improve. Middle-aged women walked in twos and threes along the water’s edge, while a handful of tanned and toned men and women jogged up and down the beach, all wearing matching expressions of concentration. Seagulls wheeled overhead, landing all around Paul and Calvin as they waded through the shallows. It wasn’t the wine Calvin was carrying they were after. It was the warm, mouth-watering aroma of fish and chips that had drawn them from the sky.
“I wasn’t thinking when I bought these,” said Paul. “Those gulls aren’t going to leave us alone.”
Calvin laughed. “Ah, they’ll be alright if we don’t
