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“
No
,
Mom
.
I
’
d
like
to
go
to
the
beach
.
”
I
AM
IN
MY
blue
halter
-
neck
tankini
,
sipping
a
Diet
Coke
,
on
a
sun
bed
facing
the
Atlantic
Ocean
,
and
to
think
that
only
yesterday
I
was
staring
out
at
the
Sound
toward
the
Pacific
.
My
mother
lounges
beside
me
in
a
ridiculously
large
floppy
sun
hat
and
Jackie
O
shades
,
sipping
a
Coke
of
her
own
.
We
are
on
Tybee
Island
Beach
,
just
three
blocks
from
home
.
She
holds
my
hand
.
My
fatigue
has
waned
,
and
as
I
soak
up
the
sun
,
I
feel
comfortable
,
safe
,
and
warm
.
For
the
first
time
in
forever
,
I
start
to
relax
.
“
So
,
Ana
…
tell
me
about
this
man
who
has
you
in
such
a
spin
.
”
Spin
!
How
can
she
tell
?
What
to
say
?
I
can
’
t
talk
about
Christian
in
any
great
detail
because
of
the
NDA
,
but
even
then
,
would
I
choose
to
talk
to
my
mother
about
it
?
I
blanch
at
the
thought
.
“
Well
?
”
she
prompts
,
and
squeezes
my
hand
.
“
His
name
’
s
Christian
.
He
’
s
beyond
handsome
.
He
’
s
wealthy
…
too
wealthy
.
He
’
s
very
complicated
and
mercurial
.
”
Yes
—
I
feel
inordinately
pleased
with
my
concise
,
accurate
summary
.
I
turn
on
my
side
to
face
her
,
just
as
she
makes
the
same
move
.
She
gazes
at
me
with
her
crystal
-
clear
blue
eyes
.
“
Complicated
and
mercurial
are
the
two
pieces
of
information
I
want
to
concentrate
on
,
Ana
.
”
Oh
no
…
