of those ships, but who knows what might have been lost in these waters?”
Maryellen looked at the ring with new interest. She arranged the shoelace under the collar of her shirt so the ring was on display. As she and Davy walked back to their bikes, she said, “That’s probably just a made-up story.” Then she hesitated. “Right? I mean, even if it’s true, it doesn’t have anything to do with this ring.”
“That’s the problem with grown-ups,” Davy said. “You can’t always tell when they’re serious, and when they’re just pulling your leg.”
“I know,” Maryellen agreed. Still, Sandy had sounded convincing.
They walked their bikes toward the large open plaza, where a group of workers were busy setting up for the dance. Some were perched on ladders, adding lights around the opening of the band shell. Others were busy stringing rows of bulbs on the two towers at either side. As Maryellen tried to imagine how bright and festive everything would look when the party began and the plaza was filled with people and music, she heard someone calling her name. She turned toward the street and spotted Carolyn waving as she pedaled toward them on her bike.
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