6/26/2023 0 Comments Love Anthony by Lisa Genova![]() ![]() She loves to watch her daughters like this, absorbed in playing, unaware of her. She skips off with her pail, charges knee-deep into the ocean, fills her bucket, and returns, struggling with the weight of it, sloshing at least half of the water out as she walks a drunken line back to her sisters, smiling, delighted with her contribution to the project. The youngest, barely four, loves this job. ![]() The younger two are her loyal construction workers. Her oldest daughter, almost eight, is the architect and foreman. It’ll be flooded and destroyed within an hour, but they wouldn’t heed their mother’s warning. Her three daughters are busy building a sand castle. There are no fishing boats or yachts in the distance, no kite surfers or swimmers near the shore, nothing but a pure ocean view today. The ocean in front of her sparkles white and silver in the sunlight. She sits in her beach chair with the seat upright and digs her heels into the hot sand. ![]() It’s Columbus Day weekend, and they lucked out with gorgeous weather, an Indian-summer day in October. ![]()
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