"Good morning," said Grossie to Kathy as she entered the kitchen. She and Grossie were the only ones up. Grossie was making French toast, and it smelled delicious.

"Morning, Grossie," she replied. She fell asleep early that night and was fully awake.

She sat down at the kitchen table and watched the ethereal pink clouds in the Ocean Island sky through the window. Lost in their beauty, she came to her senses when she heard footsteps thudding down the stairs. Bobby was the third to awake.

"Good morning," said Grossie. With his back turned, he smirked, remembering the little rendezvous he witnessed on the porch.

"Morning," Bobby said to Grossie and Kathy. He still seemed a little drowsy.

He took a seat next to her. Kathy started blushing. She turned away to continue gazing through the window.

"Beautiful," Bobby commented, interrupting the silence, "isn't it?"

Kathy turned to him, smiled shyly, and nodded.

"I wonder what we're going to do today," he continued.

"Harlan and I are going fishing," Grossie replied.

"Sounds like fun," Bobby said, looking into Kathy's eyes.

Soon, Harlan came down, then Ponch, then Webster, and then Bruce. They all enjoyed Grossie's French toast.

The weather was surprisingly mild that day. As Ponch, Webster, Bruce, Bobby, and Kathy walked on the sandy beach, Ponch saw a guy jetskiing.

"Boy, it feels like forever since I've been in one of those," he said, though it had only been a year. Still, he reminisced of the first time he went jetskiing—what a great day that was! Even though he fell off and made an embarrassing splash, feeling the wind around him was exhilarating. That was a long time ago. Those disco days were behind him, slight hints of silver were beginning to appear in his hair, and Jon was gone… but not for long!

The gang all got on board of a jetski. It was Bruce and Kathy's first time. Bruce was all right, but Kathy was having a little trouble. As she was zooming around, full speed, she suddenly lost balance and splashed into the water. Bobby, seeing this, heroically stopped his jetski and dove into the water to save her. Kathy was mortified when he put his arms around her. She really did not need his help; it was just a little whoopsie-daisy; she was able to help herself.

"I'm fine," she told Bobby. If she was blushing yesterday, she was red as a tomato now.

"Everything's gonna be okay," Bobby said, nodding and holding Kathy tight.

Kathy, realizing how ridiculous this situation was, laughed. She forgot her embarrassment, stopped taking everything so seriously, and laughed harder than she ever laughed before.

"What's so funny?" Bobby asked with a nervous laugh, backing away slightly.

"What's not funny? Bobby, this is all so silly!"

She mounted her jetski and returned to shore safely. Bobby followed. She sat down on the sands with him.

"This whole drama we've created for ourselves is ridiculous," she said with a sigh.

"Like a soap opera," he added, which made her laugh. Her laughter made him nervous; he felt deeply for her, and didn't want his feelings to be taken for a joke.

"Do you love me?" Bobby asked straightforward.

Kathy looked into his eyes.

"I need an answer," Bobby said. "Either way, I can't work with you now. I love you too much. So forget this whole partner business. Do you love me?"

Kathy kept staring but did not answer.

"Just tell me," he said, shaking his head in that familiarly agitated manner.

"Do I really need to tell you?" she asked. "Can't you see?"

Bobby's frown became a smile.

"Love goes beyond words," she continued. "It is felt, not heard."

Bobby hugged her tight. Bruce, from his jetski, watched the lovebirds and smiled.

Bobby and Kathy spent the rest of the day sweetly sauntering on the sands.

The friends were sorry to say goodbye to the vacation home. The sunset was a startling purple as they walked away from it.

"I feel like I've 'cosmically grown this weekend,'" mused Ponch, imitating Grossie.

"I really do," Grossie replied. "My senses feel renewed—energized. I'm looking forward to going back to work."

"Ah, yes!" Webster sighed. "Back to the old grind!"

Everyone was smiling at the thought of work except for Bobby and Kathy. Eventually, Getraer would have to know.