Becca at Sea

Becca at Sea — page 3
you dinner The cabin was cold and Gran built a fire in the stove They ate toast and eggs at the table by the window but Becca couldn’t even see the bay Only her own reflection moved in the darkness as if night were a wall that shut out the beach the sea and all the islands and mountains across the water It’s misting up Gran said when she came back from the woodpile Becca fiddled with the little bottle that held the pearls Gran had collected over the years Mum had pearls too a necklace that she wore when she and Dad went out somewhere fancy Mum’s pearls were perfectly round and elegant and party-like They made Becca think of beautiful clothes and perfume Gran’s pearls were small as blackberry seeds nobbly and misshapen They came straight from oysters Gran had found on the beach and they made Becca think of wet shoes and the sea and the mysterious things that go on inside oysters But Mum’s pearls and Gran’s had one thing in common each one glistened with a moony shine What do you do in the dark she asked Gran Now that you’re here play Scrabble Becca set out the Scrabble They played furiously Outside fog left its prints on the window and the sounds of the sea hushed and receded You can’t do poutine Gran said It’s not English Not permitted Well there’s no word that means poutine in English Becca argued so I’m allowed to use it Poutine is poutine And look It means I can use all my letters And I can turn ax into axe on a triple