She crosses her legs and flicks her toes through the water. “To be out here, in the dark, alone.” Charlotte relaxes, then. “I could say the same to you.” “Ah,” says Giada, cheerfully patting her purse. “That is why I carry rocks.” “Rocks are heavy,” says Charlotte. “Your shoulder must get tired.” “It does. But the longer I carry them, the stronger I feel.”
