Dinner was over, but we still had about an hour of daylight left, so Buddy, Garrett, Devon, and I gathered on the beach to enjoy a little free time. I held the sharp thin stone we referred to as our “razor,” while stretching out my facial hair and sawing through it as close to my skin as I dared. I tossed a handful of hair into the ocean and stretched out another section of beard.
“I really think I should cut my hair, too,” I said.
The others looked up from the sandcastle they were building, and Devon squinted at me. “Don’t you dare chop off those dreads, I’m so jealous that my hair is too fine or straight or whatever to do that.”
I grinned at how serious he seemed on the subject of my dreadlocks. We’d been playing this game for more than a year. I’d long ago decided to keep the hair un
