Chapter 14

The topic changes. She says, “There’s a tropical storm named Edwin near Africa. I believe he’s working his way across the Atlantic. I do hope he doesn’t swoop into the Gulf and hit Barefoot Beach as a hurricane. We’ve had our share of storms.”

“I’m sure he’ll miss us,” I say, glad that our conversation is not about her looks, or the lifeguard, since she’s not a very big fan of the man.

“We can only hope, darling.” She adds that she has to run, her empty cocktail glass calls out to be refilled, and that she has a million things to do, which I disbelieve and find humorous.

“So long, girlfriend,” I respond, ending our conversation.Part 2: Tumble

16: Day 15, The Mural House