Coconut Grove Midnight driving til my eyes give up

his mouth twisted in solemn thought. hmmm. good question. i think maybe. . . he began to pad toward the surf, motioning for lucas to follow. you know how the sand moves when the waves come in and out? things get buried, like shells. though i wonder how long it must have taken to bury this, even partially.

it was just a hypothesis; govinda was well aware he didn't have all the answers. he was appreciative of the boy for getting the gears of his mind moving. he did relish the random existential and scientific conversations that were thrown his way, rare as they sometimes were. lucas would go far, asking questions like that.

what do you think? he asked, glancing over at his young comrade.