They had not died in blind panic or careless misfortune.

They had died because they saw two people drowning in a storm and turned their boat toward them instead of toward safety, and did not leave until the job was done.

The current that took them took them on the way back from saving someone else.

Raymond’s grandson walked into the workshop then — a healthy young man of eighteen now, tall, alive, named Christopher.

He had been twelve on the day my family pulled him out of the water.