CHAPTER SEVEN
“Please Georgie,” begged Olivia, “just come along once, that’s all I ask. You’ll enjoy it, I promise. If you come one time, I’ll stop pestering you.”
Since Olivia had been to that stupid homeless shelter on the seafront, she’d done nothing but nag Georgia to go with her. For six long weeks she’d resisted, but now Georgia was thinking she may as well give in. “If it’ll shut you up, I’ll go,” she replied, to a Yes! from her little sister. “I don’t know why you want me to go so badly.”
Georgia just wanted to get to the beach. It was nearly May, the weather had turned, and the forecast had said it would be a warm twenty degrees, with not a cloud in the sky. She had a rucksack with suntan lotion and a towel in, and she was wearing a black bikini beneath her jeans and s*x Pistol
