” “Sure?” I asked in anticipation.“Are you…are you ok? Ever since our mother left?” he said.I was in shock, “Yeah, I’m ok with everyth...ng…but are you?”“Yeah, I’m fine.” he whispered softly.I made circles with my fingers on his chest. “Don’t live in the past, Zach.” I whispered back."It's hard not to, and you know the reasons why." he whispered."Deep down, she loves you, and you know that." I whispered.A long silence went between us, the entire time I was making shapes with my fingers on his. We were lying back enjoying the sun when a man in his 70’s I guess came to talk to us. He was blatantly perving over sally but she didn’t seem to mind as he seemed to be no threat to her. He wondered of into the sea below us and spent a long time sitting in the water looking our way, sally the flirty bird that she is decided to move her legs up so the old guy got a good view. The day went on much the same playing ball games in the sea and sunbathing and we left for home after being there about. Better not.The first time I saw Martin Folsom in person he was playing vicious tennis on one of the outdoor courts at the Rock Creek Park Tennis Center. I later learned that his opponent was one of the public park’s teaching pros and I was watching a private lesson. Which ran $90 an hour.Folsom was about my age, 32, tall and rangy and strong looking. And, that morning anyway, furious at someone or something. He moved gracefully, almost gliding, but he swung his racquet as savagely as he could,. I've been watching over you since you fell asleep, Rachel. Some people would do you harm." I appreciate that, but where did you come from?" I asked with a bit more confidence in my voice. "For the past hundred years or so, I've walked this land. I used to own a small piece of land here with a little house. I had a wife, but she didn't like it here. She wanted to be in a larger city. She only cared about superficial things and what others thought of her. I was just a simple man and was happy.