Chapter 4

Why was I even thinking about that kid? Oh, right, the avocado.

I felt pretty good tonight. That walk on the beach had cleared my head, and then my afternoon nap had been undisturbed. People knew not to knock on my door between the hours of noon and five, but often times, they did anyway.

Through the window by my unmade bed, I could hear voices streaming by, as the crowds were slowly emerging from the dining room or other restaurants around the resort. They’d soon start gathering by the bars near the pool, but on Fridays, those slow hours weren’t mine. No, I came in when the moon was sucking up the ocean and people were already sloshed and eager for excitement.

That was the thing that puzzled me, though. What did they expect would happen? It was the same resort as last night. Mostly the same people, too.