“What kind of incident?” I leaned so far across the table I nearly tipped his coffee.

“A small private craft capsized,” he read.

“The wind came up very suddenly that afternoon — a squall, faster than the forecast called for.

An older man and his young grandson were thrown into the water when their boat went over.”

“Did they survive?” The question came out of me in a whisper.

“They did.” He ran his finger down the page.

“Both of them.