Chapter 27

• The sea oats lifted to the wind, lineal lines of gold rising along the dunes, carrying on from where the waves sacrificed themselves along the sand.
• Beth walked the north beach where the crowds thinned out. Crowds were depressing. She sauntered between the sand dunes; nestled into a sunny spot, her book across bare knees. They came from the opposite direction: the two young girls, walking arm in arm. Two surf-bunnies, chattering gaily into each others faces. Pulling each other along. Joyful laughter rising from their lips. Beth watched as they strolled toward her, up between the dunes.
• They were thinking they had found a private spot to spread their blanket. It was so close to where Beth sat among the sea oats, that she could hear the kiss. The laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by soft murmurings. Beth stiffened; listened intently to the mouth noises; watched in disbelief as the older girl toppled her friend onto the blanket and smothered her with her body. The younger girl closed her eyes and surrendered to the rotating pressure of hips. They lay in each others arms, their bodies brown as buckwheat honey and unaware of Beth sitting so close that she could hear the nuzzling.