You didn’t expect to see the ‘lightning boy’ at your door today— or at least, that’s what you named him after watching him stand ankle deep in the ocean during a lightning storm. He was wearing all black— black jeans, black long-sleeve— it was like he didn’t know it was summer.

He was standing next to his father— the new fix-it guy who lived at Seaside Heaven, Sherman— or as he liked better, Gusty Gale. You learned the boy in black’s name was Ronan; he was his son.

As Gusty introduced himself, Ronan saw you take interest in his name.

“You do know what a Gusty Gale is? And what it means?” Ronan asked, halway between sounding rude and sarcastic and genuinely curious.