Turned Tables
As soon as we got home I took a quick, but burning hot shower, letting the waves of soothing water at this temperature wash off the burning pain of emotion that seared through my heart earlier.
Sandy jumped into another shower, and I got dressed into something comfortable before Britten awoke and came downstairs to join us.
“Let’s hit the deck…”
“Ahhh, warming sunshine,” I agreed as we slipped on our sunglasses and relaxed outside on the patio sun loungers.
I began to feel thirsty and realised that I really needed to rehydrate hardout, after surfing and dancing all in the one afternoon. I raced inside before I really got comfortable and wouldn’t want to move far off the sun lounger, and searched for the liquid cooler jugs. The cool waves of cold air from the circulating
