The Beach, Wednesday mid-morning
Having no classes today meant Annette could do whatever she wanted. She'd had a good day yesterday and despite radio last night, she was in a fairly good mood. She actually chuckled at Dick's phone message and even more so at the one that followed. She didn't understand some guys and she was quite certain she hated Johnny Storm now. He was a very bad influence and anyone who heard radio ought to know that. Poor Savannah; she deserved so much better than a flaming harlot who had to talk about other women with taken guys. The nerve.
Anyhow, she was sitting on the sand, a big pile of it in front of her, and she was making a sand castle. Or trying. She's never made one before but Chris read her tea leaves yesterday to her in class, and making a sand castle was one thing she could do to free her mind of niggling thoughts.
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Anyhow, she was sitting on the sand, a big pile of it in front of her, and she was making a sand castle. Or trying. She's never made one before but Chris read her tea leaves yesterday to her in class, and making a sand castle was one thing she could do to free her mind of niggling thoughts.
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