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"Don't leave the keys in the golf cart," my mother advices. Just last week they tried to steal Grace's golf cart." "Where would they go with it?" Jack astutely asks. My mother has no answer.

"I always lock my car here. They could steal it if you don't," my mother warns.

"Recently they've been ringing door bells around 10 or 11 at night then running away. I'm glad I don't have a doorbell," adds my mom.

They seem to be causing a lot of mischief.

Yesterday at the beach Abbey goes to retrieve his ancient black flip-flops. They are gone, and in their place is another, similarly sized pair of male black flip-flops.

They must have taken them. I post Abbey's lost pair on the Wild Harbor Website; we are hopeful they will return them.

Today is another gorgeous beach day. Perfect in every way. Val and Abbey's friends come to visit. My family has known Nancy and Michael for years. It's a lazy, comfortable day on the beach. Everyone is in such a relaxed mood that I'm even allowed to take a few pictures.

Abbey, Valerie, Nancy and Michael

with Valerie and my mom

Alexander

Before leaving, we check the pile of shoes that people deposit when they come on the beach. Abbey's flip-flops have not been returned.

I guess they liked Abbey's better than their own.