"Orson when do you think she's gonna wake up?" asked Fiona.
"Fi, she's just knocked out, you know she had a really bad accident and her body is just trying to recuperate, she's gonna be fine in the morning!" I promised. "I think you need to get some sleep, I will stay awake and keep an eye on her and I'll wake you up if anything goes wrong."
"Okay, but if anything, I mean anything happens wake me up. I am pretty tired," replied Fiona.
They say that it takes the average person seven minutes to fall asleep. But in Fiona's case it took about two. I found an extra blanket and floated it over her gracefully. The fire was just embers now. Heather slept on one side of it, parallel to the back of the cave and Fi slept adjacent to her. Walter was passed out against the wall closest to Heather’s feet and I was against the wa...
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...lly because they never recovered his body to bury,” I updated them.
“I wish he knew how badly I want to go, but my parents didn’t let me because it was not safe,” Heather voiced.
Orson where are we going, I know you just missed that turn, I haven’t been gone that long,” Fiona insisted.
It is a surprise, but we are only about ten minutes away. I parked the car a short walk away because I wanted it to be a true surprise. With my instruction, we walked along these shrubs, until we made it to the secret beach.
“Oh my gosh, Orson it’s the beach,” the girls said hesitantly.
“I only brought you here because after everyone heard our story and about Walter’s tragic death, Honolulu decided to name the beach after Walter. It’s called Walter’s Shore,” I told them.
I changed into my wet suit, grabbed one of the standing surfboards and asked, “Now who wants to go surfing?”
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