REDS
he pulled up to Dani’s blue four-unit apartment building and honked the horn. It was already seven thirty. They needed to get on the trail before the marine layer evaporated. Her skin had suffered enough sun damage, and Dani was so out of shape that the heat would make climbing worse.
Holding a to-go coffee mug, Dani stepped out wearing a baseball cap, jeans, and a t-shirt, even though Red had stressed shorts for Malibu, or she’d be too hot. Dani hated her legs, which Red thought were perfectly fine. So what if there were a few veins? They were all getting older. Hiking wasn’t a beauty contest. It was about seeing beauty. Dani waved and held up a finger as if to say, one minute, then yelled something inside. A second later, Violet emerged, dressed appropriately in shorts and a t-shi
