The Invisible Woman
Four of us are in the boat. The driver is taking us from Moso island, across the channel to Efate, But first we make a stop elsewhere on Moso to pickup someone else. A woman who I do not know is in the boat, but she is not from Moso. A small boy is with us. The two are related somehow, like people here are. By that I mean that there are no "distant relatives" here like there are in the U.S. Family is family here. The driver ties off the boat, and goes to get the other passenger. The woman, the boy and I are waiting in the boat. The boy has infinite energy, and can't stop climbing over everything. I am next to the woman, who is trying very hard not to be sitting next to me. She won't look my way, instead keeping her head turned to the right, peering under the dock. She is leaning toward it too, as though she is about to step out underneath it. There isn't anything under the dock, only large dry rocks. I try making conv...