“Let’s go,” Aly said. They got in her car and starting driving.
It wasn’t long before they spotted Lenny, sitting cross-legged under the low-branched cedars at the Berkley Center. His hair was tucked under a baseball cap and he looked like any other tall youth visiting the island. They parked at the Visitor Center and walked back to where he was sitting. He was looking over the pale blue ocean at clouds that met the water.
“Lenny, are you okay?” Beatrice asked breathlessly.
“R...U...O...K. Ruach. Yes. I suppose so,” Lenny said. He patted himself down like a survivor following a natural disaster. “Geez, what a beautiful breeze is blowing! Don’t you think?”
He looked at Aly with an undecipherable stare followed by an unexpected laugh. “We can’t stop the wheel of destiny from turning by ourselves. Can we, Aly?”
Aly didn’t answer immediately. She sat down near Lenny and looked closely at him. Lenny took off the cap and his black, straight hair caught the wind. Beatrice sat down next Lenny and put her head on his shoulder.