I sat quietly on the couch, sipping at a glass of water and hoping that I had not ruined my make-up as Brooke got ready. I hadn’t hated the way I looked; it had just frightened me to see myself looking like an adult. In the end, we decided that I would keep the make-up on, and she would come with me to the beach.
She had gone to get ready herself as we waited for Blake, and I suspected she was making an effort because this was the first time she had been able to go out on a Friday night since we left Boston. It wasn’t like we were going to end up out until two in the morning getting trashed, but when he emerged from her room, I thought she looked beautiful and I suspected that she would not be unhappy if she caught someone’s eye. I knew that she would not be able to invite them over or to
