Skootch's airborne pal veered seaward and the dog turned with him, bouncing along in the undulating shadow cast by the wing.Read more of Ms. Russell's gripping "Icarus of the Cliffs."
"Look where you are going!" I headed for the dog whose trajectory was aimed at the ledge. He might be too involved in the chase to remember where he is. "Skootch, stop!"
Glider pal, who was well over the lip, heard me and pivoted landward.
Snap.
Next week: Anthony Neil Smith introduces "The King of Mardi Gras"
Soon: Jodi MacArthur's "Pillow Talk"