Copacabana Beach, Rio | Saturday Afternoon
Since someone had rejected her idea of lounging by the pool, Caroline had taken up residence on a towel at the beach, soaking up absolutely no sun, but enjoying the heat of it at the very least.
After staring off into the surf for a few minutes, she realized her book was totally failing to hold her interest. Even a fan of The Notebook wasn't buying into the whole idea of a guy willing to do whatever it took to get his amnesiac wife to fall in love with him again and then the chick taking more than twenty pages to get on with it? Pfft, it was annoying and not in that shaking the book kind of way. More the 'thank God someone's making a movie already so I don't have to kill myself trying to finish it' way.
This lack of desire to keep reading could only mean one thing: texting Bonnie about her trip! Okay, so if she embellished a little about the weather or the sights she'd failed to check out, it was only because Caroline didn't want her friend to worry! See, her textual bragging was a kindness.
[For the wet dog.]
After staring off into the surf for a few minutes, she realized her book was totally failing to hold her interest. Even a fan of The Notebook wasn't buying into the whole idea of a guy willing to do whatever it took to get his amnesiac wife to fall in love with him again and then the chick taking more than twenty pages to get on with it? Pfft, it was annoying and not in that shaking the book kind of way. More the 'thank God someone's making a movie already so I don't have to kill myself trying to finish it' way.
This lack of desire to keep reading could only mean one thing: texting Bonnie about her trip! Okay, so if she embellished a little about the weather or the sights she'd failed to check out, it was only because Caroline didn't want her friend to worry! See, her textual bragging was a kindness.
[For the wet dog.]