Sandy dried her tears and went back to the
hotel for her lunch shift. She saw Jimmy and his wife sitting in beach chairs
by the pool. His wife was unusually quiet, slowly leafing through a magazine.
Jimmy would cast a furtive glance towards her at times, but she did not acknowledge
him. She wanted him left out of what would be playing out later tonight. He needed
to attend to his wife and forget about Solange. Solange never truly existed
anyway. She was just an island fantasy he would think about from time to time
as the years went by. Eventually, she would be forgotten altogether.
Instead of napping before her next shift,
Sandy sat on her patio and wrote a letter to each and every person she had
befriended on the island. She hoped they would all be read if things did not
turn out well for her tonight. Between each letter, she would look out over the
grounds and towards the beach.
She felt as if someone was watching her. That scumbag no doubt, she thought to
herself as she returned her focus to the letters. He would know better than to
try something in broad daylight with all these guests and workers nearby. No, he is waiting patiently for tonight, or
making sure I don’t leave. And she would just leave, but there was no place
to hide at this point. She had to trust Maisie’s intuition and experience on
this.
