Oiled and drowsy, Kate and Charlotte sat side by side in beach chairs in a comfortable, hung-over bliss. Digging her feet into the powdery sand, Charlotte shielded her eyes, as if saluting, and looked over at her best friend.
“Kay, you awake?”
“I’ve been thinking…” Charlotte said.
“Uhhhhh. “Kate moaned, “I thought we agreed, no thinking this weekend, Char. “
Charlotte sat back and attempted to clamp her mouth shut. The seconds dragged into minutes until the silence was killing her and she pushed herself up in the chair and leaned over to Kate.
“Hey, Char!” Kate whined, “You’re blocking the sun.”
“I know.” Charlotte answered. “But I need to talk to you.”
“Because you start your pastry classes in a few weeks and we won’t see each other every day. I just want to make sure you’re going to be okay.”
“Okay?”Katie asked, squinting at her friend.
Charlotte sputtered, “Oh all right! I want to make sure you’re not thinking about Lance.”
Katie sighed and sat up, busying her hands with adjusting the straps on her swimsuit.
“Do you think I can just forget that I love him?”
Charlotte felt her own tears well up.
“Well I’m trying.” Kate answered matter- of- factly. “The problem is that I’m afraid that Lance is going to be just like this sand. I can brush him off, sure that every piece of him is gone, but a day is going to come and I’m going to find some small granules somewhere. They will itch and irritate, but they also may remind of some really happy sunny times.” Kate bent down and sifted a handful of the brown grains through her fingers. “I’m afraid that he’s always going to hold a part of my heart and I’m going to be reminded of that more often than not.”
“I think you might be right.”
“So maybe we should just stop talking about it and enjoy the rest of the weekend with the beach , the booze and the boys?”
Katie’s laughed, “ Now that’s a great idea!”
They soaked up the sun, relaxed and quiet, until Charlotte spoke up again.
“Hey Kay, have you called that guy Anthony yet? He might be just what you need to get your swagger back.”
“No, not yet.” Katie said wistfully, “still trying to dust off all this sand.”
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