They sat there in silence again, but they weren’t waiting for a surrender this time. The quiet was, this time, companionable. It was a quiet that understood that both had things to think and knew not to interrupt. The rain, however, didn’t know as well. The cloud cover turned into a sprinkle, then a drizzle, then something close to a downpour before Danny knew what was happening. He stood and pulled Mags up next to him. He headed toward the porch with with Mags close behind. But she stopped and spun in the sand. She turned her face to the sky and stretched her arms out like she was preparing to embrace the cumulus gathering above. Danny stopped and all he could do was watch her. She was standing there, sopping wet, shivering, and smiling hugely. The first thought to cross his mind was, who is this girl.