The evening I am writing about, in the summer of 1940, the moon was full
and I had taken off my shoes and was wading barefoot in the shallow
water. A man was sitting by himself. When I passed by he got up and
joined me.
Neither one of us said a word. I kept on walking. When I reached the end
of the beach, I turned around and so did he. I shivered in the chilly
evening breeze. He took off his sweater and wrapped it around my
shoulders.
And that was how I met Luke. I'd never seen him before and he'd never
seen me. He knew when he saw me walking with my shoes off he said. But
until he gave me his sweater, I was thinking about Lewis and had barely noticed him.