Chapter ThirteenSea Scope: Twenty years ago
After the incident in the museum, the rest of the morning passed uneventfully as the children enjoyed swimming under the watchful eye of the lifeguard, a man around Michael's age. He wasn't on duty alone. A blonde girl in a bikini sat next to him on the lookout station drinking through a straw in a tall plastic cup.
“Hi Adam. Hi Sandy,” Glen waved at them. He, Sarah, and Wendy knew them well. Russell hadn't been to the beach with them that summer until now.
Adam waved back as he picked up a can of Budweiser and took a sip. Sarah had started learning about alcohol in school the past year and wondered if the lifeguard drank as much as her mother, although her mother wasn't a beer drinker. She recalled the bottles of scotch and gin that she'd onc
