The mantel clock downstairs chimed twelve times. Somebody needs you. They slipped down the stairs and out the front door. Delia stood in the middle of Howard Street for a moment and saw a dazzling sight. Down the street, all the graves glittered with tiny lights, as if they had been sprinkled with stars.
Time is short.
She led Delia toward the harbor. The lighthouse beamed its light across the water. They came to a stop at Grandpa's motorized skiff, tied to the dock. There knelt Grandpa, loading blankets and a rope and a bucket. He stopped and looked up.