Her dad’s mom would like the soil around here. Good dirt, she would say. There is a town, not far away, that is famous for its clay. Ebby has been planning to visit, maybe buy a souvenir for her grandmother. Granny says clay runs in their family’s blood, but Ebby’s father sees it differently. Ebby’s dad likes to say it’s the sea that courses through his veins, that he inherited a yen for the water from the sailors in his family. His father was descended from men
