Secret Summers. Glynda Shaw

      “Me too, I guess.” I still hoped Monique wouldn’t guess my real identity because, scared as I’d been, the adventure we were having was more exciting than anything I’d done before, lost luggage or no. Maybe in the shorts and shirt Claire had given me yesterday, I’d feel less the impostor. I took my things into the bathroom to change, returning to hang the dress in the closet next to the one Monique had just taken off.

      “Where to?” I asked.

      “I want to introduce you to a friend,” Monique said. ”Two actually.” She peered out my window looking up and down the beach. ”Guess if we can’t find your aunt or at least we don’t want to disturb her in her office, it’s okay to leave the yard?” Monique picked up a pen from my art set on the desk, scribbling on the back of a piece of paper ”Off to the lighthouse. Be back before supper.” Clutching the paper, she led the way through the kitchen, leaving her note on the table, then out the front door.