excerpt from Wild Things

At the top, I collapsed into one of the chairs, able to see Ben descending below me, toward the ocean, blonde head tilted down.  But, this wasn’t the usual lapping water.  We were further out, and the waves were crashing aggressively against the jetty, and Ben stood on a flat, mossy rock jutting into the water. My mommy-antenna was vibrating when I noticed a speedboat in the distance, trailed by a large wake.