red-glass

Oh my God, look!_ I stand and hold out my hand for Sam to inspect. __ow,_ he says, taking the glass and holding it up to the sun. __ed is, like, the rarest color there is. You__e totally lucky you even saw it._ I take the deep red, half-dollar-sized piece from him and smile, looking out across the ocean. I told Matt in my letter before we left that I__ find a piece just for him, but now that it__ actually here, sparkling in my hand, I know he__ want me to do something else with it. I raise it above my head and throw it as hard and as far as I can into the sea. Let someone else have a lucky day, Anna. Sam laughs. __ey, crazy, what__ you do that for? You__l probably never see something like that again in your entire life._ __ight. But I did see it. And now someone else can, too.