“This is strange,” Katie said for about the tenth time. The late afternoon light was driving straight on the beach. She, Michelle, and Isobel had returned there, below the cable house, for a lack of anywhere better to go.
“Just hush.” She and Michelle sat hip to hip with their arms around each other.
A group of drummers had taken over one of the thatched huts back along the beach. The music and occasional laughter filtered their way. In the other direction, the area in front of the resort was also coming to life. Speakers blared out what seemed to be French rap. A buffet line had been set up and the guests were making use of it then returning to their loungers to eat and watch the sunset.
No sign of the thin man and his “attacking” wet dog.
“Why are we doing this again?”
“A while back
