“Daisy, come quick. He’s back.” The small, shaggy-bearded man danced a few steps in excitement.

A woman moved her girth sideways, through the screen door, letting it slap shut. Frizzy dark-rooted blond hair framed her splotchy sagging face. She snatched the binoculars and trained them on a distant stand of trees growing across Cape Falcon. [Read More]