An Unquiet Grave. P.J. Parrish

      Louis waited for him to go on. For a long time, the only sound was the gentle bump of a pontoon boat against the dock.

      “We went upstairs to the dance hall,” Phillip said. “It was the last night before they closed for the season and Fred Waring was playing. We danced and it was like I had caught on to the air and was holding it in my arms. It was so hot. She had a pink scarf and she used it to wipe my forehead.”

      Louis didn’t move, didn’t even want to take a breath.

      “There were these little cabins over there,” Phillip said. “She wouldn’t go inside when I checked in. She was pretty nervous about everything. I took her back to the cabin and we made love. After, we laid there with the window wide open to catch any breeze, but there wasn’t any. Just the music from the pavilion as they played the last song.”