Chapter Eleven
They went back to the Bob Graham beach on Sunday morning and took Cindy along. Sandy wouldn’t wear the black bikini, choosing something with a tropical print, instead. The bottoms tied at her hips and Mickey teased her because the one she insisted on was actually a little smaller and more revealing than the black one. She treated that dose of logic with serene indifference.
Watching her picking up seashells with Cindy was worth the effort. They ate hot dogs at from the concession stand for lunch, and Mickey paid for them with cash, which felt pretty good considering how empty his pockets had been for two months.
When it got too hot, they went home. Sandy took the little one in for a shower, and then went to Cindy’s room. Her mother got in bed with her to read about a hat
