By the time they arrived on the beach, Jojo’s shirt had already completely dried. It took them fifteen minutes to go from the resort, walk through the small private path, heading to the secluded area where they were. Sunset was at least half an hour away.
“My legs are weak,” Jojo said. “They feel like they’ve been through a grinder. Not that I’m complaining or anything.”
“You said you wanted kids,” Adam said. “And my legs are a little wobbly, too. All that egalite stuff.”
The beach was deserted except for two kids way down near some houses on stilts, made with thatched roofs.
“I didn’t know there were nipa huts here,” Adam said.
“Francesca said that the land they bought were from several families. A couple on the beach refused to sell, so they built where they could. Otherwise they’d
