The days had developed a pattern. I was up at six or so, Mandy, by seven-thirty, Jan sometime after nine. She made the same excuses for sleeping late, never asked where I slept, I think she just assumed we were together, and I got up early. The morning was family time, sight-seeing, the beach, shopping, lunch out. After lunch, Jan would send us off to sail. I'm not sure what she did. I know it wasn't drinking, and I know whatever it was, she did it alone. By this point, I didn't care. When Clay gets here, we'll take action. But, if Clay is here, what happens to Mandy's plan?
Jan had her bag packed and planning on the beach. Mandy was wearing a black tank suit, same style as the blue one. When Jan left Mandy went to her room.
"Be right back, dad."
She came out in a beach wrap, snugly cin
