“After half an hour, I’ll say, “It’s been great, thanks, gotta go.” He’ll hand over great-grandpa’s necklace, and when he looks away for a second, I’ll dive safely back into the water. I was overwhelmed by the pier’s magical brilliance. Previously I had only glimpsed it from the rocks below or viewed it from the ocean, miles away. And now it was within my reach. A huge white wheel with red and silver dangling chairs stood in the distance, nautical shops lined the boardwalk, and tiny huts sold T-...shirts, sunglasses, and shell necklaces. I wheezed from climbing the stairs and leaned on the boardwalk railing that overlooked the ocean, trying to recover my breath. “What kind of coffee do you like?” Spencer asked kindly, leading me into a shop with a freakish mermaid on the sign. Latte, Frappuccino, cappuccino. The funny words I read meant nothing to me. I didn’t even know what coffee was! “I’ll have whatever you have,” I said. “Two double lattes,” he ordered. I’d never thought I’d even visit Earth for a minute, much less a day, and here I was standing in a shop ordering drinks!MoreLessRead More Read Less
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