Lounge Lizard

When a bird chirped nearby, Clara gestured with her chin, still arm-in-arm with Harry. “Hear that? That’s a piping plover. Rare to hear a shorebird this far inland.”

Harry smiled as he patted her arm. “The Susquehanna River is a couple miles away. It runs all the way to Chesapeake Bay, so it probably came in from there. Makes sense that the...